"It's really no grace at all." The detective sister had already despaired of Bai Zhizhi, and now she was condemning her boss, vegetable chief Johnny McCann. "Have you arranged for someone to pick me up?"
The frequent shuttles of the square ladder will not bring any sequelae to people, but the floating boat is different. Agatha had to stay in Hokolin for an afternoon before she regained her energy and stepped into the shuttle station. Sheriff Vegeta asked Witek Shazo to pick her up and take her home to rest. As a result, when the detective sister arrived at Provendel, the bald man had just walked into the Sheriff's Station.
After waiting for a long time, she told him not to come. "I'm sorry to disturb your nap, Mr. Xia Zuo." There was a series of faint splashing sounds from the opposite side of the pansy. She moved the petals away a little and continued the call in a calm tone. "I hope your coat is not on inside out... What? No underwear? That's too bad... it's too late! It's true... No, no, I don't mean to blame you at all. Then explain to me why you You have to take off your underwear before going to school for a nap.”
She stuffed the grimacing flower into the trash can to express her disapproval of this damn subordinate.
"Carriage or stepladder? Do you still have to choose?" Agatha muttered and waited on the side of the street, planning to stop a car. "Please give me a newspaper." There was a shaded newsstand next to her, and she burrowed into the shadow. "Better have a weekly paper. Oh, no magazines. Yes, yes, I hate Minerva too. The girl is a bit like a cold, always coming back at this season."
The carriage was not yet steady enough to read the newspaper, so Agatha did not shake off the paper until the doorstep. There was indeed news about San Carlos in it, but most of it contained empty praises for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, written sympathy for the locals, and sharp words criticizing the rebel leader Sylvanus. I don't know which guy even got a photo of him. Not even Agatha had seen him, and how the reporters determined Sylvanus' appearance was probably down to astrologers. She looked further back and couldn't find anything about demons.
Not surprising, she thought. Compared with the rebellion of the local indigenous people, the participation of Starless Night or any demon society will immediately change the nature of the war. This kind of thing cannot be spread to outsiders.
Outside, Agatha's mailbox was empty, but her neighbor's was crowded. Letters that couldn't fit were inserted into the cracks of the door, and some were floating on the floor. This kid is quite popular, but unfortunately most of his friends are still apprentices and cannot use the two-dimensional mailbox on the ring in Blumnot. The detective gathered them up in a box and placed them on the steps. The door to Uriel's house is still locked, and the hawthorn tree in the garden almost grows into the wall. It looked like his internship was longer than his time at Brumnot.
The internship in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is more difficult than that in the literary office, and casualties are common during the period. Agatha relied on the saint Darao's words and entered the Security Bureau after graduation. Even so, the entry-level examination experience was something she would never forget. I hope Uriel can come back safely. She quite likes the child, but she is quite critical of his mentor.
However, as an apprentice of the White Envoy, Agatha felt that the internship Uriel experienced would probably be much more exciting than the average person.
Now, Brumnot has returned to his original situation: the Affairs Department is busy handling government affairs, the Green Envoy is in charge of diplomacy, and the Sky Territory Commander is inspecting the subject country. It will take at least half a month before he can come back. This means Agatha still has half a month off before trouble returns. Chief McCann agreed that she should "recuperate" at home and work on the side. This was just what she wanted. Agatha liked innocuous cases that could satisfy her proclivity for reasoning.
Coffee heats on the stove and the floor lamp lights up. Agatha sat on the sofa and continued to read the newspaper.
Major events of the 741st Alliance Meeting: Victor's dwarf migration proposal was rejected again, with half of the members voting against it.
The cause of this incident was the eruption of an active volcano, and magma and volcanic ash covered the original mine of a certain rare metal. Therefore, there were voices in the alliance proposing to use Victor Dwarf Station as a new mining site. Interestingly, this proposal was unexpectedly welcomed during the first discussion, and even the dwarves themselves did not express any objection. But later when the migration was about to begin, more issues came to the table, and the plan was shelved for a time. The City Circle newspaper has been following this news for three months. Now is the deadline for the Oath Keepers Alliance to make a decision. They have already made a decision. It and the end of the rebellion at Tower San Carlos took up almost the entire page of the newspaper.
Agatha read on with interest, wondering what would happen next. The latest news is that Victor Victor Dwarf came to Linxin City for assistance and obtained the alchemy technology to independently collect minerals overnight, so they once again made a request to the alliance, hoping to suspend the migration plan. There are always these stupid things in the mysterious realm, Agatha thought, and the more people who can influence the decision, the more perfunctory the results will be.
Suddenly, a piece of news caught her attention. She even couldn't help but read out:
"Prince Trolban announced... that the Blood Tribe is leaving the Oath Keepers Alliance?!"
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The sky over the Six Fingers Castle in the evening showed a fascinating orange-red color, blurring the outline of the mountain peaks. At the foot of the green slope, the sunset over the long river was as spectacular as the mountains of St. Valoran. The snow-white sail sailed in the middle of the river and disappeared smoothly.
"The Valley of Boots is nearby." Roma.
They were riding along the river bank, their horses riding on pebbles and water plants. No bird dared to stay near the lion, so Roma had to withdraw her disappointed eyes. Uriel listened to her absentmindedly and answered with a casual hum.
"Is Baron Posier not back yet?" the lion asked again.
"I don't know. I am, no one's been going that way lately. Apparently the Baron will come back."
"I will come back too. If I happen to meet him at home then, that would be even better."
Much more confident than me. Uriel: "Baron Posier certainly doesn't think so."
Hey! He might want to move
Roma puffed up her chest and looked proud. Fortunately, she didn't regard the fantasy as reality and quickly stopped. "If only I had a red stripe, my magic would be able to maintain the peace of my vassal country."
"High Ring?" Uriel remembered that the red belt was the mysterious Windrunner.
"Yes. Only a red cloth belt like Anchuan can become a garrison." Roma tugged on the horse's long mane, "The one who burned down Screaming Castle must also be a legendary adventurer. Maybe he is a blood descendant."
Who is he? Legendary Adventurer Ring. You have been on land for too long, Roma. Even your vision has become mortal.
"I don't think the Tower will support the Bloodborn," she pointed out.
"Maybe we will." Uriel couldn't help himself.
The lion made no further objection. "I wish we would."
Risk-takers need praise from others, he thought, but I am not a risk-taker. I'm not even a messenger. One day he will cut off the head of Baron Posier, but this will come second to the "merchants" of the church. Uriel did not expect that he could improve his mystery in a short time. His magic power still needed to be accumulated. Once he becomes the High Ring, he will be able to return to Eastman in a legitimate way, and no mysterious creature will be able to live here permanently.
"How far are we from Six Fingers Castle?"
Uriel couldn't answer. He always relied on Mr. Ring to identify the road. "Sauron?"
About an hour's journey
"My supper had better be settled before entering the city," Roma muttered, brushing the quiver of arrows with her palm. "This kind of life belongs to adventurers, and now I am very accustomed to it. Uriel, you are an Eastman, were you originally an adventurer here?"
"I was still a mortal at that time. I became a tower apprentice just recently." He took her to the river to drink horses, but he was not prepared to answer all her questions. If Mr. York and Painter were here, Uriel would probably say a few more words. From Yotsuba City to Kamaria, it would be enough to fool Roma anyway. Uriel remembers his journey. In his later years, maybe he will write a book to record this incident.
When he got back on his horse, Uriel said: "You think I have many stories to share with you? No, you are here early."
Roma also climbed into the saddle. "But you're not in apprenticeship."
"But it's still far from being ready." Uriel told her, "Your situation may be similar to mine." Due to Sauron's gloating revelation, he already knew what Roma's position was in the tower.
"But I also got a mysterious profession." The lion was unconvinced. "I changed my profession when the fire was ignited! I can be qualified as a low-level envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Her eyes seemed a bit provocative. It seemed that she had forgotten that she had been dealt with several times just now. Even compared to the puppet Windrunner who appeared in Bloomnot Church, this child's skills were still severely lacking.
"You have only been a Mystic for a short time." This fact cannot be disputed. "Let me tell you, I'm not an experienced senior, otherwise I wouldn't have let you escape so easily. Since our level doesn't meet the requirements of the tower, it's better to learn the mysterious knowledge honestly."
Don't ask me again. The lion received Uriel's signal, she closed her mouth and gave the horse a gentle whip.
Building a good relationship with Roma is something that must be done. If Mr. Larson's two apprentices see him as a stranger, Uriel doesn't know how he will face this great astrologer. Larson gave Uriel a lot of help, and it was his responsibility to take care of his apprentice. But now that the situation is urgent, Uriel can only do his best. If Roma the Lion was more afraid of him than convinced, there was nothing the apprentice could do. I'll change my attitude when I get back to Brumnot. He thought apologetically and quickly put these trivial matters behind him.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Six Finger Fort.
