Agatha's mysterious profession is more concerned with good fertilizers, but the White Emissary won't like to hear that. She directly came to the conclusion: "There is a dark wizard among the rebels, and his level is very high... Well, I don't think it's actually that high. Probably around the high ring. It's really strange, is the mystery of the high ring so worthless now? ?"
The path of death is coming to an end. The mysterious creatures at this stage are either ready to risk their lives and cross the steps, or they give up and enjoy the long and hard-won life span. Needless to say more about the former, the character of the latter can also be seen. Would someone who doesn’t want to die be willing to risk his life? There are quite a few such people in the story. Even if there really was a guy with extraordinary courage and wisdom in reality, he wouldn't be stupid enough to raise a flag of rebellion against Croita in San Carlos. Agatha judged from this that they had another purpose, but there were too few clues to make a reliable guess.
Bai Zhishi never commented on the conclusions she gave. "Where is the Sheriff's Department?"
"It's just behind the red wall in front. It's the residence of the nobility, with numerous palaces and complicated roads. Since only the aristocratic area's security is worthy of people's efforts to manage, the patrol officers simply put their headquarters inside." The detective lady told him, "The laws outside the Red Wall are enforced by the patrol guards formed voluntarily by the nobles." To be honest, this is definitely a more comfortable position than the Lost and Property Management Department of Blumnot. She couldn't help but think that if Witek Shazo was working in San Carlos, the bald man would never put the hope of buying a house on the salary of promotion.
"As far as I know, the rebels are not civilians," the messenger said.
Agatha remained silent. But no one provided her with the latest news from San Carlos, and the business of the Ring City newspaper had not yet reached the Fog City. The detective girl couldn't help but feel sad when she thought that her knowledge of other cities came from newspapers. She suspected that Officer Johnny had never thought of getting the information about coming to San Carlos for her, as if her knowledge of the situation was a mysterious ability given to her. The people in the Affairs Department believe that doing more is worse than doing less. Even if they know Johnny's omissions, they will never take the initiative to propose the details of solving the trouble.
They finally left the depressing neighborhood of blue houses behind. The red brick walls were almost invisible, blocking the civilians from peering inside. The dome of the palace of the ancient Motog nobles was immersed in the thick fog, and from time to time, dazzling flashes of light lit up in the sea of fog. It was probably some kind of magic lamp, used to scare away birds. Agatha wisely did not look directly at it. She turned around and saw that the White Envoy didn't even raise his head, seemingly not surprised. Could it be that he has been here before? The explanation works, because this is his patrol area in the first place.
On the observation deck behind the red wall, the guard who had been waiting for a long time opened the door for them. The aristocratic district is like the inner city of San Carlos. The noise and chaos are no different from normal times, and even the air becomes fresher. Agatha didn't know how the city lord here could agree to block civilians outside the wall during war. Even if many people are manipulated by black magic, they cannot become giants. Any patrol knight can easily defeat the brainless idiot from before.
"Please follow me, my lord, and Miss Agatha." The waiter led them through the curved marble corridor and two lifelike statues. The first one is a boy wearing a hat, holding a mining pick in his hand. The second seat is a beautiful girl. Her skirt is composed of layers of water curtains, and her chest and head are decorated with golden gems. They were bending their knees to the visitor, with smiles on their metallic cheeks.
Passing through walkways and stairs, the attendants led them toward a palace as magnificent as a heavenly church. The arched doors are engraved with relief stories, and the flower windows are inlaid with colored glass. Countless fine gold and silver leaves shine on the pillars, and moonlight-like white sand flows between the stone slabs under your feet. Agatha noticed the hand basin covered by huge olive leaves, which contained fragrant blessed holy water. The bottom of the pool was spread with a smooth and delicate mysterious mineral, which made people feel happy when they saw it.
"What is this place?" asked Agatha to herself. "A jeweler's and ore dealer's warehouse?"
But there was no row of maids in the warehouse who were younger and more beautiful than the statues. They wore long skirts that looked like clouds, with belts that tightened their waists to a terrifying diameter. Thick lace on summer satin makes girls look extremely pure. When these maids bowed and saluted them, the detective lady did not look away. She was now more and more satisfied with her uniform.
"Is Derrida in there?" Bai Zhizhi asked. His voice was as out of place as his attire.
Derrida Selif is the chief of the San Carlos Sheriff's Department.
"Yes, Master Anhar is here too." Anhar Edin is the current city lord of San Carlos and was born in the Tower Affairs Department.
"What are they doing here?"
The waiter was very surprised. "Because they want to prepare a banquet for you, Your Excellency!"
Bai Zhizhi fell silent. Agatha could tell that he seemed to find these people incapable of communicating. Your Excellency "Storm Songer" must have anticipated this situation and arranged for me to come here. She coughed and said at the top of her voice, "Did the Messenger ask you to prepare?"
"I don't know, ma'am," the servant replied apprehensively.
But someone knows. At this time, the door of the palace opened, and Derrida Selif, who was wearing a blackbird logo, was wearing a blue velvet coat, and his trousers were decorated with shiny stones with gold thread. He walked quickly with his short legs swinging, almost falling forward when he stood, and knelt in front of the detective lady. "Mr. Messenger." Derrida heard Agatha's loudest voice. "Did we not provide good hospitality?"
"I remember we are here to counter the rebellion?" Agatha asked for him.
"But... the commander came here in person, and the rebels are almost worth mentioning. I think... I mean, this matter is not urgent."
Agatha thought hard about his reasons. "Where are the rebels?"
"Still trapped in the civilian area. There are patrols from the Public Security Bureau guarding the red wall. They can't get in at all." Derrida patted his chest. "Under our protection, people are absolutely safe." Before he finished speaking, Anhal Edin finally arrived. The palace furnishings behind the city lord can be seen at a glance. The flowers on the long dining table are gorgeous and the dishes are rich and jaw-dropping. Many nobles and ladies were waiting at the table, chatting quietly in a polite manner.
"Are all the San Carlos people inside the red walls?"
"No. We only allow people who do not carry any black magic curses to come in. It is too dangerous to allow civilians to freely walk through the red wall. They have no ability to resist black magic at all, and do not even know that they are controlled by magic. No, I They must not be allowed to harm the people of San Carlos."
"So civilians and ordinary people are two different kinds of people?"
Derrida was startled. "I mean...those thieves and swindlers...criminals who evade taxes! They are just a group of criminals...if they were not in San Carlos, they would either have their hands chopped off or become slaves. Right? We let them go." , but in the end they caused trouble... It's all because the church is too kind. People like this, oh my Gaia, how can such people be considered law-abiding people?"
I should throw him to dry land and see. Agatha thought. Even officials in mortal cities dare not say that! This is San Carlos, a deformed derivative of the Crooinic system and the Motog concept. "I have a personal question for you to answer, my lord," she said to the two San Carlos consuls. "How long have you been in San Carlos? Twenty years?"
The Detective Queen may be famous in Blumnot, but she is nothing in San Carlos. Derrida looked Agatha over and said slowly: "Older than you, child."
"I would be honored," Agatha replied. "I'm glad I'm still young, because when I get older, I'll have to keep flipping through my notes while I'm investigating a case to keep my subordinates from kicking me out. Have you ever been kicked out, Mr. Derrida?"
"I'm sure I've always kept my wits about me."
"I completely believe it too. You have retained your wisdom from when you were young until I was born, to when I grew up and stood here saying these words to you. This is not easy, Mr. Derrida, your brain is better than those outside. There is no doubt that the brains of rebels driven by black magic have a longer shelf life. So do you think this has something to do with whether the storage should be cooked?"
The people in the hall were silent for a few seconds out of shock. "How dare you talk to me like that?" The director of the Public Security Bureau's nose was so angry that he was crooked. "Does Blumnot have any other polite juniors?"
"To be honest, sir, polite juniors don't want to come here at all." Agatha replied softly, "Of course, I'm just a speaker responsible for spreading messages... If you want, you can also choose to ask directly It belongs to Lord Messenger."
The detective lady didn't know what the expression of the white messenger behind him was, but judging from Derrida's expression, he was probably very cooperative. It seemed that the director would rather listen to her accusations than be stabbed through with a sharp knife. The wisdom of thirty years ago was also able to distinguish between gains and losses.
"Then what am I to do?" he said angrily to Agatha, furious at her insult. The detective lady didn't know the cause of his irritation. She really couldn't understand the other person's way of thinking. God be damned, I can't.
Agatha ordered: "Give me the information and movements of the rebels, otherwise I will treat him as an accomplice of the dark wizard." She gave the condition, "Limited to one meal time. Of course, you can also use this time. Do something meaningful...such as explaining the division of inheritance or something."
Derrida's lips moved a few times. "It is our duty to assist the Lord Commander." He compromised, "Mr. Anhal Edin, I need your help."
Anhal said nothing the whole time, like a piece of wood. But after the messenger's order was given, he almost slid out from the floor tiles at an unexpected speed.
