Outside the church there were crowds of people watching the excitement, and Uriel had no doubt that thieves would take advantage of the opportunity to steal. Among them, the shorter ones have an advantage, but most of them cannot get into the innermost part. The little person in front of her didn't look like a thief, but judging from her height, she could only speak without raising her head in front of Mr. Painter.
"Agatha Poirot, Special Advisor to the Sheriff's Department, everyone, please get out of my way." She pulled the blackbird logo on her chest and repeated loudly.
Most of the public security bureaus in Floating Cloud City have badges like this. The noise was a little quieter, and people spread back like ripples. The chaos was about to be quelled by the female sheriff on her own. But suddenly, as if the brief blank caused by the change of thoughts passed, a stronger and higher-pitched noise sounded in the street, as if another corpse in a miserable death state appeared in broad daylight. The two patrolmen who followed had to forcefully press the spears in their hands before they could barely get people to return to silence. The scene was once filled with a strangely enthusiastic atmosphere.
The cook stumbled and almost broke the cordon. It was Uriel who helped him, but the guy turned around, grabbed the apprentice's wrist, and shouted excitedly: "Your Excellency Agatha!" Uriel was so frightened that he quickly threw him away.
What's wrong with this guy?
At this time, the female sheriff had entered the church and the door was closed from the inside. The cook was still staring at the person's back, with a look that was hard to believe came from an unrelated person watching the fun.
The apprentice couldn't help but ask: "Who is that?" But he regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.
"Special advisor of the Public Security Bureau, with a status equal to that of the director." Fortunately, the cook understood that he was not asking for his name, but he did not give him any enthusiasm for science. Instead, he looked back at the apprentice with an even weirder look. "Are you a foreigner?" He ignored Uriel's conspicuous clothes and rings.
"I'm Chloe's apprentice."
"This is incredible," the cook said rudely.
For a moment, Uriel felt the same way. But he hasn't forgotten what he wanted to ask. "Well, I'm a stranger. Or maybe an outsider... Who is this young counselor, Miss Agatha Poirot?"
"She is the greatest detective in the Floating Cloud City." This time he finally got the answer. The cook stepped away from the cordon that nearly tripped him, as animated as a corpse-eater at the sight of a stranger. "Her Excellency Agatha Poirot, the detective queen of Bloomnott. Some people say that she is Otto's representative, but I think she is like the incarnation of the harp in Binyaio."
He used the title "Your Excellency," as if the magistrate was in his mind the equal of the great astrologer in the tower.
There is no doubt that Agatha Poirot was famous, and even the cook knew of her exploits. Uriel believed that several well-known newspapers in Bloomnot must have put in a lot of effort, but he was currently busy with classes at the Tower and could not find time to pick up the good habits he developed in Four Leaf City.
But no matter what, she was able to make a name for herself with her detective skills in a city full of mystics and astrologers. This was really an incredible thing. Uriel considers her position as advisor more of an honor. To be truly comparable to a great astrologer, he felt it was not enough.
"The astrologer from the tower." The cook said carefully after realizing it. Although Uriel claimed to be an apprentice, he was not blind yet and could see clearly that the silver light flashing on the opponent's hand was not the standard snowflake ring uniformly worn by tower apprentices. "What other orders do you have?" The guy's face showed the anxiety of regretting what he had said.
Uriel didn't want to embarrass him at all: "No. Thank you for the introduction. That's it." Since he didn't know much about Agatha Poirot, he didn't correct the other person's honorific. It is really disappointing that something like this happened in the church. Could this be some kind of guidance? The goddess is angry at my neglect? Or maybe He doesn’t accept my confession…
At this moment, he just wanted to find someone to talk to about his emotions. The priest was a good choice, but there happened to be a murder in the church; his friend Gisin did not bring him any help, but instead troubled him even more...Who else? Who can help him in this strange city?
Uriel knew that the only place he could go was to Mr. Eze's residence. "Come to think of it." He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I still can't solve it on my own?" Compared with Eds Haynes's "Sure enough" look, I was more willing to find out the address of the church priest. He would never forget that it was Mr. Eads who suggested that he become an astrologer.
The apprentice and the druid have only known each other for a short time - of course there are many in the other world - but this does not prevent him from understanding the other person's attitude.
Maybe he had ambitions when he was young, but after giving up the path of death, Eds Haynes became a bar owner stationed in Four Leaf City. He must be conscientious and calculating, and during his short breaks, he would join gatherings of old friends to reminisce about the past. But if he had to choose between adventure and retirement as his plan for the next day, the former would probably not be the answer. When faced with Joey, Mr. Eds is more distressed than counting the bar's losses.
I am afraid that in the eyes of this former resident, no matter how novel, interesting, honorable and decent the job is, it is not as reliable as the safest tower astrologer. If I find anyone to complain to, it's best if I don't embarrass myself in front of Mr. Eads. Uriel forced himself to stare at the patterns on the relief. He found that fixing the target helped to diffuse his thinking.
To be honest, Brumnot is beautiful and elegant, and the sea of clouds and craters are even more charming, but Uriel always feels that there is an ambiguous layer of indifference between people here. The specific manifestation is that it has been more than ten days since he came to Croyta, but the only people he can talk to are three apprentices who are also taking astrology classes.
Maybe there are many reasons for this. After all, there are only a few guys who wear silver rings and call themselves apprentices, and it is more likely that they have never existed. If I were a serious astrologer who grew up in a tower, I would feel embarrassed looking at such a weird apprentice. Not to mention the apprentices who haven’t lit the fire yet! Doesn't Minnie mind if I talk about the ring level? He thought sadly that I might be a freak in their eyes.
The mysterious new class is like a lady's veil, making it difficult for outsiders to see the true face of this floating city. It reminded him of Joey's magic spell, "Keeping your distance is good for you," right? It's a pity that I didn't dare to let my opponent experience this benefit in the test of the training class. In order to test his academic performance in school, Joey did not allow him to use methods other than course teaching. After the Broken Moon incident, Uriel thought Joey would come to ask about his new magic. The messenger was indifferent, which was really frustrating.
The church door flew open, and the knights patrolled the crowd to clear the way for the carriage carrying the body. A rash reporter tried to rush in for an interview and was hit with a stick in the back. Before he could step forward again, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a large number of Gaia believers who came upon hearing the news. The situation gradually became chaotic. The original onlookers were excluded to the outer circle, and the Gaia Church and the policemen from the Public Security Bureau who had not yet withdrawn were actually surrounded. There was constant yelling and pushing, and frequent crying and screaming. The small park outside the church was damaged. The fence of the gorse garden was broken by people and the benches were overturned.
Uriel was in a trance on the spot and almost got knocked down. He looked at the believers around him holding crosses and hymn books, and he couldn't complain at all. These people came for their faith, and he understood that hanging dead people in front of Gaia - whether there was blood everywhere or not, was an insult to the goddess. Blasphemy is a terrible thing and is tantamount to trampling on people's prayers. It is difficult for shallow believers to do anything for the goddess Gaia. Only the most devout people are the saddest and dare to block the security bureau guards in front of the church.
At this time, the apprentice couldn't turn around and leave. He stood close to the warning tape - this was the last line of defense that the Public Security Bureau desperately defended. It had shrunk and shrunk, and was almost pressed against the door - pretending that he did the same. A devout believer. The sun's rays reflected on the belly of the chubby little angel beside the pool. After these dizzying bad things were over, only the sunshine took over the chaos and continued to harass the silent crowd.
Compared with those in Four Leaf City, the most obvious difference between the residents of Bloomnot is quantity, followed by quality. Uriel can feel the strength from these people. It is more resilient than cowhide. Maybe that is unity. The public security environment in Floating Cloud City is far better than that in Four Leaf City. You must know that it is soil where even gangsters cannot take root. It is difficult to exclude the contribution of citizens in this.
The system of the floating island is also different from Eastman. Even if there are people in small groups, the civilians living in the lawful queue will not be afraid. If the villain at the bottom is like an indelible pebble, then Tracy will uproot it and clean it frequently; Blumnot will relax the policy, step up inspections, and finally digest it completely. The apprentice found no trace of gangsters on the streets during the day, and there were only a few thieves. Hopefully this is a good thing.
These Gaia believers are undoubtedly the best. They can organize themselves to create many obstacles, forcing the security bureau to be unable to get out of the church door. A patrolman wearing a hat walked back and forth angrily, his leather shoes tapping against the marble floor. "What do you want to do?" he yelled at everyone, "Hindering the Sheriff's Department's case, Gaia, I've never seen anything like this! We just want to clean the church!"
Every second the body remained in the church was a sacrilege, and Uriel couldn't understand why they didn't consider that. At this time a gentleman at the front spoke on behalf of the believers. He was standing not far from him, his voice was deep and powerful, full of sorrow.
"Gaia will understand what's going on in the church, sir. Everyone knows that Bowman's death was well deserved. The evil man died in front of the icon in the church. This is the warning the goddess gave us."
"It seems that it is the goddess's will that you stop here?"
"Suviliya has to worry about evil people going to hell, but good people cannot be ignored when they die unjustly. The goddess does not teach us to disrupt order. She only wants her followers to ask questions for her." The gentleman who spoke on behalf of the people suddenly raised his voice. "We would like to ask: for what sin did the kind and benevolent Father Dunbar Fielding lose his life?"
"He is not guilty!" the crowd chanted.
The Sheriff struggled to stand before the noise. "Damn it, who said he was guilty? This is simply——"
"Since he was not guilty and was kind to others, why was he murdered?" These words were like a thunderbolt, falling on the ears of all unsuspecting people.
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