"Sir, we are here."
The driver jumped out of the car with a charming smile and laid out the floor mats for the two of them.
The soldier's attitude when he entered the city gate made the coachman think that Harry was some kind of big shot. He even paid a fraction of the fare and respectfully watched the two of them enter the police station before driving away in the carriage.
Looking at the police officers coming in and out, Peter smiled sarcastically.
"If I hadn't entered the Earl's house, I wouldn't have known there was such a thing as a police officer in Aknaiz."
When he was in the outer city, he had never seen the police, and security relied on the constable elected by the residents' group.
Oh, and Batman.
"Isn't it like this everywhere?"
Harry didn't understand Peter's thoughts: "Except for the seaport, the taxes paid by the four districts in the outer city are probably not as much as those in one district in the inner city. However, the police force required is more than four or five times that of the inner city. If you were the police chief, What would you do? Use inner city taxes to support outer city police?"
Peter was silent.
"The security in Aknaiz is already very good. You have never been to Bavaria. The police there also help the local nobles collect poll taxes. The situation in the Western Continent is even more exaggerated."
Indeed, even if the artistic civilization of this world is similar to that of Earth, it is still essentially a human society dominated by a feudal system and cannot be expected to be very advanced.
Differences are normal and happen everywhere.
Harry walked into the building, took out his ID and said something to the police officer at the front desk. After the police officer made a phone call, he took the two of them to a file room on the third floor.
"The wanted orders from all over the world and the gold-level reward orders from the Adventurer's Guild and above in the past twenty years are all here. You can look for them slowly. The police station is open at night, so you can leave anytime you want."
The police officer got two more glasses of water for the two of them and then withdrew.
"Guigui, your student ID card is really not that easy to use."
Peter marveled that even a city's police headquarters had to obey orders. This was no longer an ordinary magic school.
Shrek Academy, this is it!
"How can it be."
"I told them to look at the wanted notices in recent years to make academic reports. Almost every police department in the southern continent employs magic consultants from Hogwarts. I, a student from the Dragon Academy, came to check Of course they will agree to the innocuous information.”
Harry dragged a chair and sat in the middle of the archives room.
The four walls are lined with filing cabinets, with boxes filled with wanted posters divided by year. Each box is stuffed with at least seven or eight thousand pieces of paper.
This is not all the wanted arrests in the entire continent in the past twenty years, which is enough to show how bad the overall security environment in this world is.
"So much, do you want to spend it until the end of the Year of the Monkey?"
Peter looked at the mountain of wanted posters and felt dizzy.
Harry pushed up his glasses and summoned his wand.
"Starting from this year, search from near to far, and move that box over first."
Peter didn't know what he was doing, so he did as he was told and brought in three boxes of files from 1428.
Then Harry waved his wand -
"Reading."
A whole box of wanted posters immediately flew into the air, and then were attracted by magic. The papers floated orderly in front of Harry's eyes, and he scratched them without stopping.
But at the same time as he scratched it, several golden words materialized from the paper and flew into Harry's mind.
Like an assembly line, a box of wanted posters was browsed by him at the speed of light. In less than thirty seconds, all the papers flew back to their original places. Harry shook his head.
"No, next box."
"Damn it, quantum speed reading!"
Why don't you always open a cram school? Parents in China will go crazy after seeing this kind of miraculous trick?
"Three Years of College Entrance Examination, Five Thousand Years of Simulation"
.........
Time passes and the sun sets.
Harry had already looked through the records from seven years ago, and half the room was filled with wanted notices that he had screened out.
Just when Peter wanted to question whether the idea of finding Galen from among the wanted criminals was correct.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and a piece of yellowed paper fell on the table.
"found it."
"I knew this was the right idea."
Peter, who was moving boxes, immediately came over, and then realized that he was illiterate and could not understand a little.
But the bunch of bounties below...
One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand...seven hundred thousand!
Damn it, the reward for finding a brave man is only 10,000 yuan. Brother Galen, are you worth 70 brave men?
There is a big portrait of him right on the top of the paper. The person in the portrait is much younger than the alcoholic uncle in the castle. He is simply not the same person.
The man in the portrait is wearing a knight's helmet with feathers, his eyes are firm, and his facial features are mature and sexy. He can be called a replica of Henry Cavill.
The shadow of the greasy ghost can only be vaguely found in the shape of the eyebrows.
"You actually committed such a thing, no wonder it became a secret creation of necromantic alchemy..."
Even Harry couldn't help but look amazed.
"No, what did he do?"
The illiterate asked.
"Isn't it written above?"
"Brother Potter, not everyone is as educated as you. I can't read."
Harry was speechless. He never thought that he, a top student at Hogwarts Dragon House, would one day be associated with an illiterate person.
"In 1421, the Kingdom of Tingen issued a wanted order for any country, any institution, or any individual in the entire continent."
"Former head of the Knights of Tingen Kingdom, captain of the Royal Court Guard, master adventurer, Galen Selvi, male, 37 years old."
"Murder the Crown Prince."
"A reward of 700,000 gold coins is being offered for the capture of the criminal Galen, life or death."
Peter was shocked.
"Good guy, did that drunkard ever do such a cruel thing during his lifetime?"
The leader of the Knights, a master adventurer, and the murderer of the crown prince, it sounds like he had a very eventful life.
Harry pointed to the red stamp in the lower right corner of the paper that symbolized the end of the bounty.
"He has been captured, and someone used his head in exchange for the bounty of the Tingen royal family. Now we only need to find out who captured Galen, and then we can know where he went after his death, and then trace back to the Earl's house. Clues to the murderer behind the mansion."
"How to check? Should we go to the Tingen Kingdom to ask?"
That's great. One trip to Tingen Kingdom can teach you a hundred thousand words.
Harry shook his head: "Of course not."
Oh shit.
"This matter is very famous. You should be able to find out if you ask any knowledgeable police officer."
"famous?"
"The outbreak of civil war in the Tingen Kingdom was the trigger for the Western Continent War. The death of the crown prince can be said to have indirectly led to the Western Continent War. The arrest of the murderer must have been in the newspapers. Just look for it."
Peter suddenly realized:
"Look through the newspapers to find the last place he stayed before his death. Maybe you can find the connection with the forces in Ron...etc."
He suddenly frowned.
"wrong..."
"What's wrong?"
"You said, if you want Galen to assassinate the earl, why don't you wait until the earl arrives home before letting Galen show up?" Peter frowned, "Sending adventurers to attack in batches like this is not taking off your pants and farting. ?”
"Um... maybe someone else's thinking is better than ours, and they have predicted our predictions, and deliberately let Galen show up in advance? Is there actually a big conspiracy behind it?"
Harry made some Thousand-Female Cake reasoning.
"I asked, is there a possibility that -" Peter looked at him like he was an idiot, "some kind of accident happened, which caused Galen to be exposed in advance?"
"It's that simple?"
"Please, don't be so hypocritical."
"Then if Galen is exposed, what will the murderer do?"
"What do you think will be done? Is it possible to wait until the count returns home and then hire someone to slowly investigate the origin of this evil spirit?"
Harry slapped his forehead sharply.
"Damn it, the count is in danger!"
