"When did this happen?"
"Police officers on the night shift are..."
"No, not discovery. What time was her death?"
"It's midnight," the police officer said with certainty. "The body is very complete and the degree of decomposition is not difficult to identify."
corpse. Helen couldn't help but think of her experience in Hocklin. The Bansi Banshee is wreaking havoc in the city, and members of the detection station disappear mysteriously. In the end, only a human skin is found. The witches asked themselves, relying solely on astrology and Harp witchcraft, it would be difficult for her to catch Slug's tail... This was all the work of detective Agatha Poirot, but now she has also become a corpse. .
The murderer must not be let go, she thought, otherwise people would think that the astrologer could not even guarantee the safety of his men. "The level of corruption? This is a mortal method. We need to ask a monk to see it."
"Chief Johnny has sent someone to the church, Your Excellency. Lucia's priest is performing a spell, but the results have not been transmitted yet..."
Helen put her fingers on the crystal, and wisps of smoke emerged, weaving into a picture. At this time, footsteps came from behind the door, followed by the sound of the door opening. "Eye of Iron" pushed the door open tiredly. He was dressed in fine clothes and a star crown, but it couldn't lift his spirits. He motioned to them and stepped closer.
"You're just in time." She brightened the scene a little. Obtaining information is what astrologers do best, not by word of mouth. The scene was in front of the Public Security Bureau. Priest Lucia withdrew her hand and shook her head at the people beside her. "No trace of mysterious disturbance. Time of death determined."
Larson sighed. "Roma sneaked away to see the deceased. I know that. But it couldn't have been her."
"Of course I know that," Helen said angrily, "because even she is missing! What does Dean Rubin want to do?"
"Don't be nervous, that child always likes to run around, but she also knows the importance. Now that the promotion ceremony is coming, she won't go too far. You just didn't find her."
His tone reassured her. After all, they always regard Roma as a little girl, but she is already a professionally transferred Windrunner and is about to become a high-level player. By then, she would be only one step away from Helen herself. She remembered when Roma was as big as a kitten, twenty years ago. "I searched her bedroom and other places where she usually went, but no one was there." Helen said, "She was still waiting at the door of her mentor grandpa last night."
"That means he didn't leave the tower." Larson concluded. He turned around and found the police officer, who didn't dare to speak. "The detection station has records of entry and exit from the port. Since Roma appeared in the tower last night... have you gone to the detection station to investigate?"
"Indeed, Your Excellency." The police officer was prepared, "Miss Penelope has never been to the port."
"This has nothing to do with her," Helen announced.
"We have also investigated something else, Your Excellency. Miss Roma Penelope had lunch with the deceased and exchanged letters."
"The letter has been destroyed, but it is not difficult to restore the contents." Larson unfolded the letter and shook out a puff of smoke. The mist fell to the ground and condensed into a boat ticket. "Roma bought a ferry ticket out of the city for Madame Poirot, and lunch was the other party's way of saying thank you to her."
His tricks frightened the police officers. "Why did the deceased leave the city, sir? Do you have any clues?"
"Agatha Poirot is quite wise. She foresaw the conflict between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' law enforcement team and the Public Security Bureau, so she decided to withdraw. She was once a subordinate of the Blue Envoy, and she would only be unhappy with both sides if she stayed." Helen explained , "As for Roma, she is Uriel's friend, and Madame Poirot is Uriel's neighbor. At this juncture, perhaps it is safer to go the acquaintance route."
"Thank you both for the clues," the police officer said cautiously. After confirming that Roma had nothing to do with it, he seemed happier than Helen. "Miss Roma is a friend of Ms. Poirot. I hope this news will not make her too sad. We will go to Mr. Uriel immediately to understand the situation."
Larson quickly stopped him: "Ask your commander to ask your superiors for instructions before taking action. Uriel is the apprentice of the Minister of Foreign Affairs. I suggest you wait until after the ceremony."
The police officer frowned: "Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"
"He has nothing to do with the law enforcement team. He is the apprentice of the White Envoy. During the fire ceremony, Uriel must attend in place of his mentor."
This is just great. Helen saw the police officer's expression suddenly change.
The whole body is tense, the facial features are distorted...the combination of these manifestations is probably called "the aftermath of the disaster". The title of leader is due to his ability. When leaving, the other party hurriedly left as if fleeing, wishing he had two more legs.
"Guess he won't understand," she muttered.
"It's hard to say." Larson had a different view. "The incident happened at the door of the Sheriff's Station. The deceased was Agatha Poirot, which was already eye-catching, and the death message she left behind..."
Helen didn't know anything about it until the police and Larson arrived. But as the witch of destiny, she will soon know the details. "There is a seed in the right hand of the corpse."
"A "Whispering Seed". Larson told her, "The voice of my dying heart remains."
"Is it her voice or the murderer's?"
"The gardener can't tell the difference." Larson snorted. "The Sheriff's Department has invited a psychic, but he can't do anything. Poirot is a mysterious creature and has already lit the fire. It is purely unnecessary to find a psychic. She also What kind of soul is there? It was ignited in the fire ceremony I don’t know how long ago. In any case, according to the information stored in the seed, the law enforcement team cannot escape the involvement. What I am worried about now is today’s ceremony.”
"Do you need my help? It's not difficult to restore the scene of death." The harp symbolizes the past, which is Helen's area of expertise.
"No. You'd better show less of your face. The fire ceremony is too confusing, and the prophet is closed in, so the assassin may be looking for an opportunity. Roma will be promoted soon, and she can't do without you. By the way, about the detective. ..."
"I'll tell her when it's over." Helen agreed.
"I will tell the apprentices to stop talking. Wait until the fire ceremony is over, and then find out the whole story." "Eye of Iron" promised, "Agatha Poirot is a rare talent, Blumnot's Anding has her credit. No matter who the murderer is, there is no way he can escape. I have other important things to do here, which is about Roma's promotion."
Helen didn't want to get in his way. "You go about your business, I'll go find Grandpa Prophet."
"He refused to come forward." The professor of the astronomy room confessed helplessly, "I am very grateful that you are willing to consider me. And our prophet has an important project that must be invested in the near future. Many things have a time limit. Even I If you can’t convince him, don’t hit the wall.”
"Mabel Magdalen... this nature elf is a priest of Saint Valoran. We have not had contact with Saint Valoran for a long time. Her methods and her mysterious profession are not orthodox."
"It has been at least a hundred years since she left the Cangzhi Forest, and her profession has nothing to do with Saint Valorant. The Dream Weaver is the inheritance of the mysterious place "Dream House", and Magdalen is its envoy who collects ancient professions. And being alone is not a threat. You have been supervising her actions and participated in the preparations for the promotion ceremony. Is there anything about her that arouses suspicion? "
"She tried her best," Helen admitted, "but it was a bit too hasty. Roma could have spent more time consolidating the foundation and training her disorganized fighting style, but she failed so quickly..."
Larsen thought for a moment. "Maybe it's not her fault. Uriel and his friends are both high-level, and the kid will feel like he's being left behind."
"Theta is already three hundred years old. The night elves must have some ability to travel far to the surface. As for Uriel, we all know what happened to him. The fate he bears is more obscure than the Red Prophecy."
"They are all the same, Helen. Knox is in turmoil. If he is not careful, he may turn into something that no one wants to see. Roma is destined not to stay in the tower all her life. She is a messenger, The need to protect herself...and the strength to protect others. You see, maybe she's not as goal-oriented as Uriel, but I know what's going on in her head. They're the same kind of people."
"Since you and I are still alive, it's not her turn to act tall."
Larson shrugged. "Let's convince Roma first, Your Majesty the Witch. I have an eye here that I want to hand over." He handed over a stone with runes on it.
The witch immediately recognized the magic pattern on it. "Eye of Iron."
"The diary asked me to give it to Roma, although I don't understand why." Every time he travels back and forth in his dreams, Larsen loses the relevant information.
Memory depends entirely on diary reminders. The "Eye of Iron" is a mystery he created to awaken memories in dreams. Helen wanted to ask, but she knew he couldn't answer.
"To be honest, Helen, I think my talent is far less powerful than the prophet's. Maybe he misjudged me." The professor sighed.
"In my eyes, you are unique."
For a moment, they looked at each other in silence, not knowing what to say. When Helen began to regret the words she had blurted out, Larson stepped forward and grabbed her hand and the rune in it.
It was still a quiet moment, but Helen felt a sense of enjoyment.
After about a thousand years, they let go and kept a proper distance. Helen said nothing, Larson turned around and walked towards the door.
He suddenly stopped. "I'm a little uneasy. The ceremony may not go so smoothly. The commander is away, and the conflict between the law enforcement team and the affairs department has intensified. If the astronomy room cannot suppress the chaos..."
Me too. Helen wanted to say. I still don’t know what’s going on with Roma.
"You only have to worry if the commander comes forward in person." The witch told him, "Can't Uriel represent him?"
Larson thought thoughtfully, "Uriel. Yes, Uriel. Compared to the commander, his apprentices are much more reasonable. Maybe after the war is over, the *** will be able to welcome new members. It will definitely be a new era. .”
"Do you see the future?"
"No, but it doesn't matter." He shrugged, "The Prophet can't see it anyway."
By the time Helen finds Roma and Mabel, the fire ceremony has begun. As she walked through the corridor, she felt invisible mysterious power covering the tower, spreading to the sea of clouds in an instant, and even the stars were dimmed, although only for a moment. The broken moon broke through the mist and rose into the lyre seat.
The witch thought that the little lion would not come back obediently. Fortunately, "Dream Weaver" Mabel Magdalen has already prepared the ritual. She only needs to put Roma to sleep and the promotion can begin.
"You are late, Your Excellency." The owner of the "Seven Lamps Cottage" scolded.
"It was because you were too early that the moon rose. What happened? Why did it come early?"
Mabel frowned: "This is impossible. I clearly followed..." She suddenly noticed the Dream God rune. "what is that?"
"A little gadget will help keep you awake and will not interfere with the ceremony." Helen opened her palm, and the stone engraved with the Eye of Ain shimmered. "I haven't had time to give it to Roma yet."
There was no answer. The witch was surprised to see Mabel's face turn as pale as paper. She suddenly turned her head and looked out the window at the night sky.
…
The flags were as dense as colorful clouds floating in the air, but the stage was empty and quiet. The Director-General of the Affairs Department and Old Osvid, the "Silver Cross Star" were both lost in their thoughts and said nothing. Only the "Deep Space Patriarch" Terrence Stewart Huade leaned back in his chair, grabbed the cup and sucked it with relish, staring intently at the qualification competition proposed by him below.
The fire ceremony was carried out under the auspices of the astronomy room, so all the great astrologers of the country were present. After activating the observation deck, Larson showed that he did not want to waste time and hoped that someone would see him. "Is this necessary?" he complained. "We already knew who was going to win."
"The apprentices don't know," Terrence said. This person has some fantastic ideas. "You have to teach them to be content."
"Fire rituals are always simple and efficient——"
"The coalition held similar activities, but the tower did not participate." "Silver Cross" explained. I don’t know how Terrence convinced him. "It's time to make up for it now. Anyway, this is a good opportunity to show your strength, otherwise there will always be some mortals who can't recognize the facts and teach the less knowledgeable apprentices to make mistakes."
"What a chance!" Terrence agreed.
The situation is bad enough, but my colleagues are adding fuel to the fire. Maybe they didn't know about the murder at all, Larson thought. Maybe they have heard of it, but have ignored it and don't think there is any mystery in it. The great astrologers should know about the Sheriff's Department, but they are just great astrologers, not detectives.
The most famous detective is dead. Although she was not a big shot during her lifetime, her death is likely to completely ignite the conflict between the law enforcement team and the affairs department.
I've gotten into a lot of trouble.
"No one from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came forward?" "Storm Songer" Eroni suddenly asked.
This person is the chief of the Affairs Department and the immediate boss of the Public Security Bureau. In Cloyinta's official system, the Public Security Bureau and many administrative departments are managed by the chief. Logistics, education, finance and taxation all fall within his scope of authority. The Affairs Department can be called the backbone of the tower. In essence, it is at the same level as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which the law enforcement team is affiliated with.
Larsen had a headache. "I invited the Lord Commander, but in the end the invitation letter was sent to his apprentice. This kid is very good. I arranged for him to go down and sit with your family relatives and friends."
It wasn't Uriel that Aeroni was looking for. "Your Excellency, Mr. Qing Envoy, where has Mr. Vice Minister been?"
"He refused to attend." The ignition ceremony was hosted by the astronomy room, and all members of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' aerospace department did not need to be present. In fact, neither the "Gatekeeper" nor the "Lion" is there.
"What a coincidence, he was very active in previous years."
"There are also apprentices in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the Commander-in-Chief has not been in Blumnot in previous years. Someone has to come forward. This is not positive, it is just necessary."
"He's free this time. It's really not easy. People like us who never take vacations can't finish the paperwork every day, let alone take time out to participate in any competitions." Aroni was full of complaints.
"Watching the competition is a good way to relax," Terrence said. "Especially for the apprentices in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it is quite exciting to play."
"It's just a show."
At this moment, a swordsman in green armor was kicked off the field by his opponent, and blood was spilled all the way. The doctor hurriedly stepped forward to help, and the referee raised his hand and loudly pronounced the verdict. The audience immediately cheered and applauded the winner. The sea of clouds was boiling.
"Tenth place!" the referee shouted, "The next match, Trickett from the Hingston family of Whale Island, versus Tiraya from the Costa family of Stormland Sea, starts in five minutes!"
Apparently, the apprentices didn't see this as a show. Tiraya Costa is a warrior about eight feet tall, wearing plate and chain armor. He wields a pair of hammers and pushes his opponents from Whale Island back. Finally she shattered Trickett's shield and drove the boy's pauldrons into his bones. The latter screamed and thrust a spear into the gap between her armor and stomach above her knees.
Although he was defeated this time, he felt proud and ended his opponent's four-game winning streak. Larson glanced at it and saw that Tiraya's knee was seriously injured. Sure enough, after the female warrior Costa defeated two opponents again, she could no longer stand up and had to end with regret.
Terrence tilted his head: "A fight broke out between the police from the Public Security Bureau and the law enforcement team?"
"In the city? No." Aironi denied.
"Did you foresee this in advance? What a pity. I would like to see who wins and loses."
Five minutes later, another pair of contestants who were about to fight entered the arena. The referee was replaced to allow time to clean the robes, which were stained with dust and blood. One of the apprentices took the opportunity to yell at his opponent: "You're a dirty wife stealer! I'm going to smash your head."
Not to be outdone, the other party said, "Come on, coward!" He pounced directly on him. Suddenly, the two of them were fighting each other, and dust was flying. The referee angrily kicked them off the field, but the two still refused to give up. In the end they were both eliminated.
There were mixed cheers from the audience, with many jumping to their feet and shouting, and many more jeering loudly. The president was indifferent. "The fire ceremony is of great importance and is not the time for nonsense."
"It's rare that there is something in this world that can teach you to leave so many things behind, Aironi. Last time Ronald and I invited you to admire the moon, but you refused."
Larson almost choked. He remembered that this was what happened after the descent of the gods. The leader stopped Berti's Moon Sacrifice, so the "Lion" and the "Deep Space Patriarch" pulled Cardinal Daniel Edgar's ice withered and climbed up We went to the top of the tower and drank wine all night to celebrate. This move is tantamount to provocation, and it also involves Bai Zhizhi. The cautious chief executive will never agree.
He couldn't help but glance into the crowd and saw Uriel. The young messenger changed his dress and stood listlessly on the edge, being pestered by two girls in astrologer's robes. "Who do you think will win?" one of them asked. The crowd was noisy and the cheers echoed loudly enough for Larson to hear clearly.
"I think standing on the stage is a brave person." Uriel replied. The two new apprentices had a normal mentality. They cowered in fear, looked pale, kept licking their mouths, and almost stumbled. "Think about it, everyone is staring at you, and you have to concentrate on guarding against your opponent's attacks." But judging from his expression, he would rather rush into the arena and get a sword. Larsen looked at him sympathetically.
"My time is limited, Stewart. You know how busy I am..."
"...I didn't even pay attention to the omens during the ceremony." Terrence sighed, "Indeed, you restrained the Public Security Bureau in time last night, preventing the police officers from causing trouble to the law enforcement team, but the suppression can only be stable for a while. . I suggest these brats compete, but I’m stalling for you.”
Upon hearing this, "Silver Cross" Osvid Sidney suddenly stood up. "I'm going to rest." The old astrologer turned and flew towards the library. In view of his old age and temper as old as his age, no one tried to stop him.
Aerony finally realized something was wrong: "What do you mean, professor? What happened?"
"It doesn't matter," Larson told him.
In the arena, most apprentices have already decided the winner. Those who have obtained the qualifications of the ceremony are all decorated, which attracts the attention of the graduates of the same class.
Their victory was far more difficult than that of an astrologer's apprentice, which the latter would never understand. Larson couldn't help but think of Drew Hines. I was once one of them, watching my friends pass the test. Nothing can be done. Like most astrologers, I will assess the situation and accept the reality, but members of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs...
[In view of the general environment,
At this moment, a group of mysterious creatures dressed as cavalry broke through the crowd watching the game and approached the stands of *** members. The leader held a long axe, and the golden spurs on the sides of his boots gleamed. They wore the emblem of the sky and a strange seven-pointed star emblem, and no one dared to stop them. Seeing this, the female students gathered around in the lower seats of the stands started to stir uneasily. Uriel raised his short staff and faced him.
"Who are those people?" Aironi frowned.
Terrence looked at the audience carefully: "What a sharp axe, that guy looks familiar."
"This person's name is Guan Peng. He is a person who exists specifically to punish criminals and find out the truth." After recognizing the leading axe-hand, the chief's brows frowned even more. "He is now the leader of the law enforcement team."
"In this case, this guy must have done many heinous "good things". "
"Things that are not on the table." Aloni sneered, "What are people like this doing here?"
"No one knows, but we can guess. As for Guan Peng, fighting against demons requires such a heart. Perhaps Mr. Rubin thinks the same way." "Eye of Ain" said calmly, "If you don't like him, then just There’s no need to go out of your way to say hello. Sabina?”
The secretary came out of nowhere, covered in sweat. "Tutor." She hugged the record sheet and held the quill in her hand, panting.
"Notify the astronomy room that the ceremony... will suspend the competition first and postpone the fire ceremony to the afternoon." Larsen ordered, "Your Excellency Sainsbury, please ask everyone in the Affairs Department to suspend work and evacuate the scene. Also, remember to restrain yourself. Members of subordinate departments.”
