"Good morning, Lord Michel." Noticing the Lord appearing outside the door of the police hall, young patrolman Orlando Carton quickly opened the door for him.

This is a famous nobleman of Carter Castle. Because he was assassinated before, he, like several other nobles, needs to come to the hall every week to report.

"Good morning, Mr. Orlando." The nobleman said with a smile.

Orlando Carton was stunned for a moment, and the young patrolman thought for a moment - Mr. Michel should not know him, how did he know his name.

With such doubts, before Orlando could ask, he saw the gentleman pointing his finger at his chest. The young patrolman lowered his head and saw the nameplate on the chest of his uniform.

So that's it. Orlando smiled awkwardly: "Sir, I really never thought that you would notice this."

"Details determine success or failure, Mr. Orlando, this is my understanding as a businessman." The young Excellency smiled and patted his shoulder: "By the way, where is your Mr. Sheriff."

"Uh, which police chief are you talking about?" Orlando was stunned for a moment.

"Of course it's Sheriff Jeff Eagleton. He's a good old man. If I remember correctly, he should be responsible for taking care of you newcomers." The smiling expression of this gentleman made Orlando a little moved, but also a little regretful:

"I'm sorry, sir, Sheriff Jeff Eagleton passed away in the morning the day before yesterday."

The Jeff Eagleton whom Mr. Michel mentioned was a senior that Orlando respected very much. Although he had a bad temper, he was the kind of old man who was sharp-tongued and heart-warming. His family came to report his funeral the morning before yesterday. The overall situation was

Only then did people know that he was dead.

"What a pity. Your director must still be on the third floor." Mr. Michel's face darkened, as if he couldn't accept it. He wiped the corners of his eyes and looked at Orlando.

"Of course, Your Excellency, you should know the way, so I won't see you off." Orlando also nodded. When he thought of old Jeff's death, the young man felt very sorry.

"I'll go up first. Goodbye, Orlando Carton." Patting Orlando's shoulder again, the lord walked up the steps.

Orlando watched his back disappear on the second floor, and finally turned around to pick up the broom - as a newcomer, he needed to clean the hall well, otherwise it would be too late after he got to work.

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"Mr. Michel, you're here." Looking at the young man who opened the door to his room, Police Chief Kadoff Hopkins stretched out his hand and motioned for him to sit on the chair in front of him.

The young man sat down and looked at the box in Kadolf's hand: "The medal is yours, Mr. Kadolf."

"No, it's not mine. This is a Distinguished Service Medal, given to my old friend Jeff Eagleton." When mentioning his old friend, Director Cardoff was a little embarrassed - although this old guy has a good temper.

Ugly and stubborn, he is the oldest member of the bureau after all. Although he is only fifty-eight years old, the generation that came in with him has already been sacrificed long ago.

Jeff had been shot seven times, with three shrapnels in his body and two bullets that could not be removed. As a patrolman because of his disability, Jeff still worked hard. He was responsible for the new rookies who joined every year. Cardoff

I wanted Jeff to be in charge of the archives, because rookies are not so easy to take responsibility for. Half of the 20 new rookies who join every year will resign before the second year, and the remaining half will still

Half lost their lives due to various gun battles and incidents.

Kadov did not want the old man to suffer too much, especially after his eldest son died on the Northern Front.

But this old man scolded himself bloody.

Kadolf didn't mind him scolding himself, because he understood that this old man wanted to teach the newcomers all his life-saving skills.

But who would have thought that this old man could not sleep in the end.

"You know, Mr. Michel, Chief Jeff is the oldest and longest-serving sergeant in our Fort Carter Police Department. His death can be said to be a pity for the entire police department." Will sign.

The book was handed to Michelle, and the director felt inspired.

"I also regret that when my father was here, Mr. Jeff was still a young patrolman." Michelle signed his name on it, and then sighed: "I still remember that I was only about three years old at that time. Just now

Starting to remember, he helped my father find his wallet. He was a good old man who deserved respect. Has his funeral been held?"

"Not yet," Kadov replied.

"Then can I ask your bureau to present a bouquet of flowers to Mr. Jeff on my behalf at his funeral and transfer my gift to his family? You also know that I have been in some danger recently, so please do whatever it takes.

Please help me once too."

"This is no problem, sir, please rest assured." Facing Michel, who took out a checkbook from his pocket and wrote 500 words on the top line, Director Kadov took the check solemnly: "

Please rest assured that I will give your thoughts to his family."

"Thank you so much." Michelle stretched out her hand and held Kadolf's hand tightly: "It is possible to have police officers like you and Mr. Jeff protecting this city.

As a citizen of the city, this is the only time I can thank you...what happened downstairs?"

"Ah, yes, what's wrong?"

Hearing the screams from downstairs, Kadolf walked around the desk and opened the door. Then he and his guest heard the shouts from downstairs.

"How old is Orlando! What's going on!"

"We found out too late! Damn it!"

Going down the steps to the lobby, Kadolf saw the young patrolman surrounded by several police officers: "It's Orlando! What's going on!"

"Chief Cardoff, we saw Orlando lying here as soon as we came in. We were rescuing him just now." The police officer who had stopped pressing the heart replied while gasping.

"Why don't you continue!" Kadov roared loudly.

"It's intracranial hemorrhage. Cardiac compression cannot save this kind of disease, Chief." Another police officer said here and took his hand away from Orlando's forehead: "It's too late, the blood has filled the entire skull, Chief,

My spells are no longer effective."

"My goddess, what is going on!" Director Kadolf slapped his forehead. At this moment, he thought of his guest: "Mr. Michel, please leave first."

"No problem, Your Excellency, but it looks like I need to give another gift." After Michelle said that, she took out the check very skillfully and started filling in the numbers on it.

The early morning sunlight passed through the window at this time, and the light and shadow cut the entire hall into pieces. Standing in the shadow, Kadolf looked at the young man in the sun in front of him, feeling a little ashamed of himself - he used to think that this young man was just a survivor.

Yin's good luck boy.

But now it seems that he is a genuine gentleman.

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Cross sat in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. If it were before, Cross would have felt that she was so ugly in the mirror, and then she would sit in resentment all afternoon.

But today, her heart was full of joy and excitement - because she found that her animal transformation was suppressed.

Yes, it has been suppressed. In the past, she needed to trim the white hair in her ears and neck every week, otherwise the hair in these two locations would grow out of control.

It has been half a month now. Although the hair is growing, it has no tendency to grow wildly, and the fatal whisper has not appeared for a long time. Cross told her adoptive father about this matter, and the latter studied it for a day and night and still found nothing.

The clues are still locked in the research room of the Mages Guild until now.

But he didn't expect that his daughter had already guessed the reason - it was Marin.

Because of Marin, Jessica broke through the shackles of blood; because of Marin, Faye became the sixth ring.

Now I have to add another one of myself.

Great, Cross giggled happily.

"We have guests! We have guests!" the house goblin shouted from downstairs.

Cross quickly put on her coat and ran all the way downstairs. Looking at Lilim, Cross welcomed her in curiously: "You want to come and play with me today?"

"It's boring. Everyone has something to do. I think you should be free, so let's go shopping."

"OK."

Perhaps she answered too quickly. Lilim narrowed her eyes and looked at Cross: "You have never answered so readily before. Are you happy about something?"

"Ah, this..." Cross quickly finished talking about the changes in her body, and her happiness also ignited Lilim's happiness: "That's great, I have always wanted to be a warlock, follow Mr. Marin,

I think I can get what I want!"

"Then I'll congratulate you first. Come on, let me change into a coat and let's go out to play."

The girls happily discussed their happy itinerary. Cross put on a new coat. She and Lilim walked out of the wizard tower. After the house goblin came to the door, the two girls jumped on the carriage.

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"I never thought that Lilim of the Sheringham family would walk together with a half-animal." Watching them jump on the carriage, the halfling in charge of confirmation in the observation team of the Justice Church frowned: "Cruising carriage

It's the No. 17 bus running north-south. They should be going to the central district. The spring semester is really good, it reminds me of when I was a child."

"You were an ignorant little bastard when you were young." His team member and scorer, a big-footed dwarf, said with a smile: "But I know that rabbit, the old guy's adopted daughter, named Cross.

Although he is a half-animal Toby Rabbit, he is surprisingly strong and I heard that he is the confidante of that young gentleman."

"When it comes to that young gentleman, I am very curious. Among his female companions are werewolves, rabbits, lambs, elves and leopards. Isn't there a normal woman?" Half-length said here.

He reached out and started to operate the light signal device by the window. He wanted to notify other groups to monitor and protect the Sheringham family's lambs - after all, it was a confirmed fact that the murderer was targeting members of the surviving family of the Thirty Warriors.

"You mean, the young gentleman is still missing a halfling girl or a dwarf girl? Can he bear it?" The recorder asked with a smile: "I don't think the two of us can be popular. After all, there is no comparability at all.

,Dude.”

"You are the only one who can tell the truth, but this guy has such a good life. When I was studying, the girls in the class looked the same as the men, so that for a while I had the same erotic dreams as nightmares." At this point,

The halfling paused for a moment: "No, I think it's better to have a nightmare. At least I don't have to find myself having sex with a monster."

"Damn, I know this too. It's terrible."

Gnomes and halflings came to a consensus on this issue.

I completely didn't notice that what I just said was also transmitted using the light signal device.

What I didn't expect was that in addition to the 15th Observation Post, those who received the news would also see the nightmares in their mouths.

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To be continued...