The attack was so sudden she didn't even feel pain.
Even if the fog covers the sky, the streets within the red walls are not affected. Agatha was convinced that her magic could expand the edge of her vision. Originally, she could only notice the tall black shadow in the thick fog when she was close to the red wall. Now she could clearly see it even from a thousand meters away. But she didn't see how the enemy appeared at all. The blade of her chest was reflected in the pool. When the blood drops fell on the marble tiles, the pain returned together with the hearing.
The time that followed was all too familiar to her. Calmness cannot delay death, and wise thinking cannot prevent the passage of life. She felt the breathing of death in her ears, softer than the sound of wind. This feeling broke into her world ever since she saw her mentor lifting the bronze sculpture in the corner with his bare hands. Just a pen. The instructor thought there was no one in the classroom, so he acted unscrupulously... and drove that sinful power just to find a quill. He could have hidden it, forgotten it, even if a secret wouldn't stay a secret forever. But even the mentor couldn't resist the devil's temptation. Truth is often associated with death. I knew that Suvillier was by my side, but I still stretched out my hand to it...
Agatha woke up from her dream.
She touched her chest, and the scars where she applied the ointment felt hot, giving her the strength to survive the disaster. The rain outside the window was like a curtain, and the gargoyle across the street sprayed out a steady stream of water, its eyes as wide as a frog's. Somehow, the stone sculpture looked as pale to her as the face of a dead person. "I got it right." Agatha sighed.
"What's wrong?" Bai Zhizhi asked.
He sat on a chair away from the window, with the only candle in the room lit in front of him. The houses where civilians live in San Carlos do not have living rooms and bedrooms, but the fire in the kitchen can be used for heating. The apple wood smells sweet and the sparks are buried in the ashes. The temperature is still not normal.
"I dreamed of a cunning criminal who was hanged on the day I left Brumnot," Agatha explained. No wonder death also followed her in dreams. She didn't expect the messenger to come back so soon. "But he is not a rebel after all. Lord Commander, have you found the rebels' hideout?"
"It's all thanks to you. There are no clues about the assassin's magic or weapons, but the pollen on his shoes spread from the fountain to the edge of the arena." Bai Zhizhi said expressionlessly, monotonously describing the progress made by the tower after she was assassinated. "The patrol found a small rectangular ladder there that had not been closed."
He probably didn't expect the Sheriff to be a gardener. The detective thought to himself. Bai Zhizhi omitted the process and told her the result: "Two ring-level rebels are guarding the opposite side. One of them is currently lying in the church for interrogation. One tried to incite the nobles, and this idiot is dead. The Affairs Department in San Carlos After discussion, the members decided to hang his head on the red wall." Agatha guessed that maybe the man told the truth and got this ending. "In the end, the assassin was tied up outside the door, waiting for you to take his life."
Agatha was not interested. "You are exaggerating, Lord Commander. I only did this in haste. The assassin's magic hindered my perception. I think it should be a kind of black magic."
"Don't blame everything on black magic. There are many views of witches in the teaching materials Helen is responsible for. The harp symbolizes the past, and their mysterious inheritance is also the same." The messenger said unceremoniously, "That is the ability of the Nameless One. I heard you met these guys when you were an apprentice, right?" He stared at Agatha.
The nameless one. This word instantly makes memories full of magic. "I didn't see it, sir. Besides, even if I saw it, I wouldn't recognize it." The detective lady tried to get rid of the nightmare. Be careful with every word you say. she warned herself.
Bai Zhishi seemed unwilling to take the time to investigate. He slit the fearful throat after Agatha stated that she had no need for the assassin's blade. Blood spurted out and turned into ice flakes falling down. She had been paying attention to the young man's actions, but now she looked away in disgust.
In order not to let the previous tension reappear, the detective girl quickly made an excuse: "It's time for the results of Director Derrida's interrogation. And Anhal Edin. The rebels are loosely organized. As long as we find the target, The cavalry can easily wipe them out. I'll go to the Public Security Bureau to have a look, your lord." After receiving permission, Agatha stepped over the dead body and left in a hurry. My caution is gone, she thought.
On the way to the Sheriff's Department, Agatha never encountered another assassination. Maybe the rebels have too much to worry about at the moment. The most common occupations within the Red Wall are assassins, and the most popular adventurer professions are assassins or thieves. From this, she searched for the appearance of the demon assassin from the wanted poster. She originally suspected that a certain noble within the Red Wall was secretly funding the enemy, but later this suspicion was overturned - the people on the wanted poster were all minor characters. I am afraid that the profession of assassin was jointly supported by the nobles of San Carlos to eliminate dissidents. of.
Derrida gave her more information than she expected, but not much of it was useful. What was expected was the other party's bad attitude. She suspected that the person behind the assassination might not be the chief of security whom she had offended. Forget it, who among the powerful people in San Carlos have I not offended?
When I returned to the room, the candle had burned out. The body was still blocking the door. The detective lady stepped over the bloodstains on the floor without looking. "Your Excellency, perhaps you would like to hear the confession of that rebel member."
"What did he confess?"
"The stronghold of the San Carlos rebels, and the two nobles who participated in planning this operation. One of them is already in the dungeon." The other one was smarter and escaped into the fog the night they arrived. . But this wisdom is also relatively speaking. People with real wisdom are unlikely to choose to stand opposite the Tower of Sky. "Mr. Derek promises you that he will catch the traitor who escaped." Agatha omitted unnecessary details, such as the patrolmen caught the unlucky guy in the prostitute's bed, and he didn't even have the dress to attend the party. Change. Old boss McCann Johnny would like this kind of funny news, but the White Envoy would just turn it into a bad joke.
It's just that he doesn't even seem to care about the assassins. "The location of the stronghold. Is the rebel leader also inside?"
"The Director is not sure." No one is sure. The San Carlos Observation Ball coordinates were destroyed in the first moments of the unrest. Although the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has its own envoys who are good at detection, the White Envoy gave this responsibility to Agatha. She was not honored by it. Look what I have to pay! The detective girl felt the wound hurt even more.
"Then let the city lord seal the whole city." The young man ordered, "Both inside and outside the Red Wall, all the Jitui Ports are closed, carriages and floating castles are prohibited from leaving the city, and even the mailboxes must be tightly controlled. There are unknown people participating in the rebellion, and then you Go to the church and inform the Crusader to get ready. I don’t have time to hide and seek with him in this damn place. It’s useless to hang night lights on the roof, let the patrolmen carry lanterns to disperse the fog.”
Fog City people know how to deal with fog. Magic lamps were their local specialty, but they were expensive and could only be used by wealthy businessmen and nobles. The purpose of the messenger was very straightforward, and Agatha could guess how the Public Security Bureau would react. "The scope is too large, and the number of long night lamps is obviously not enough. And the lamp oil comes from Whale Island, which is very precious." She added.
The White Envoy studied her, and Agatha met his gaze without flinching. He seemed to see through her plan. "Does he have enough oil on him? In addition to the inventory in the noble warehouses, I don't want them to be on all the time. The sooner the turmoil is calmed down, the less the loss of the night light will be. It's not my job to control pollution in San Carlos .”
"The Lord of Anhal Edin will complain to the Affairs Department." This is almost inevitable.
"Of course he will. Who told him to do only these things. I will also suggest that Chief Aironi change the city owner. Whose suggestion do you think he will adopt?"
"There will be unrest in San Carlos."
"If there was no impact, I wouldn't have bothered so much. And the turmoil has been created, and in terms of results, I won't completely deny its role."
What he wants to deal with is these nobles. Agatha felt her heart beating violently. She wanted to confirm again. "I mean inside the red wall, Your Excellency the White Envoy."
"I've always known what you were referring to." The young man remained expressionless, "Do what you have to do. Go down."
Before Agatha went to convey the order to Derrida, the White Envoy left from the window. Servants came to clean up, dragging the body on the carpet. They rolled the assassin onto his back. His eyes were closed tightly, and the blood on his face had solidified. I didn't leave too late. She suddenly realized.
Dawn rolled in the mist, and was shrouded in rain and clouds. The red wall blocks not only the prying eyes of the common people, but also the roots of the big tree of nobility that allows them to experience the world. Now the fire is burning. Miss Detective thought to herself. The strange movements in the tower are just an introduction, and the contradictions in the City of Mist are the root cause. Black magic and the nameless ones, their existence is no accident.
As she was going down the stairs, Agatha heard a loud explosion. The maids whispered in panic, and the guard rubbed the weapons in his hands. She looked out the window and saw thick smoke breaking through the fog and rising over the civilian neighborhood outside the red walls. The rebellion in San Carlos is coming to an end, but Agatha wonders if this heralds the outbreak of more intense fighting. The consequences of Bai Zhishi's resolute actions were not just as simple as an explosion.
Things that I didn’t have the determination and strength to achieve are growing under his impetus at the moment.
Agatha did not set her destination at the Sheriff's Bureau because Director Derrida would probably not be waiting for her there. Rather than waste time on that guy, Agatha would rather go to the church to inform the church crusaders to hunt down the devil. Her reasoning was absolutely correct. When the knights wearing the seven-pointed star armband rode out of the red wall gate, Derrida showed his face.
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