Karen opened the wooden box on the desk, opened the black notebook to the latest page, picked up the pen, and wrote on it:

"Although I have tried my best to hide my identity, my identity is still being known to more and more people.

I don't think this is my own failure to hide, because I didn't choose to hide absolutely... hiding is just a means for me, not my purpose.

The most important thing is that among the people who know my identity, there are some people who can still see my identity no matter how well I hide it, such as my grandmother in the Guman family.

The bloodline ability of the Alt family is so powerful that even if I wore a mask when I saw her, she would probably be able to recognize me.

Apart from these people, what they know about me is just some other identities of mine.

It seems that I should feel panic, panic, and uneasiness about this situation.

But the truth is, I don't.

If you want to find your favorite scenery on the road, you will naturally leave your own footprints on the road..."

When writing this sentence, Karen hesitated, feeling that using this sentence as the end of today's content was not refined enough.

He knew that what he wrote would soon be read by the cats, dogs and radios at home, so he now began to pay attention to their reading experience.

Crossed out the last sentence,

Re-wrote below:

"You are watching the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs."

Karen nodded, put away the pen, and put the notebook back where it belonged.

After stretching, Karen walked back to the bedroom, when Hilly knocked on the door:

"Master."

"What's up?"

"Do I need to help you put in the box you brought back?"

Box, what box?

Oh, it's that box. I actually brought back the old man's doll.

"Send it to the warehouse."

"Okay, Master."

"By the way, is Alfred back?"

"Not yet, Master."

"Okay, I understand, go and do your work."

"Yes, Master."

Karen turned to look at Pu'er, who was lying in front of a notebook and drawing with cat's claws: "What did Alfred go out to do?"

"I don't know. Didn't he tell you?"

"No."

"Maybe he has been with someone recently."

"Object?"

"It seems like a new peanut tube radio has just been released on the market."

…

"What happened to them?"

Alfred asked looking at the man in the room.

The man clutched his chest and looked frightened. He gasped for breath and said, "Sir, they, they were all arrested."

"Caught? Caught by whom?"

"I don't know, that group of people suddenly appeared and knocked us down instantly. We tried our best to resist, but it was useless. They were too powerful. We were no match for them."

"Then how did you escape?"

Alfred immediately realized something was wrong.

"I...I escaped just like that, and then immediately sent a message to you, sir."

"Damn it, you stupid pig!"

Alfred immediately turned around and walked towards the door, but immediately stopped, ran towards the side window, and jumped out in one quick step.

But before Alfred could land, two figures appeared behind him.

Alfred's eyes were about to glow red and he was about to counterattack, but the other party seemed to have expected it, and directly raised the wall guard in front of him, while continuing to approach.

People from the Cult of Kosmos?

Alfred immediately raised his hands, gave up resistance, faced them, and said:

"One of our own."

"One of our own?" one of the men asked in confusion.

"My ID is in my coat pocket. I serve the Pavaro Inquisition. That strange devil is the spy I helped develop for my family's inquisitor. I am not a strange devil."

"Lock and cuff first."

"OK."

Alfred closed his hands and was handcuffed. At this time, he noticed that many black shadows appeared around him. If he resisted before, it would not solve the two problems at hand, but there is a high probability that he would not survive.

Out.

After the cuffs were fastened, the power of restraint instantly suppressed Alfred's strength, making him very weak.

The man then reached out and took out an ID book from Alfred's pocket, looked at it, and said: "We will take you back, and when the situation is investigated clearly, we will give you a due explanation."

"Okay, I will cooperate and praise the God of Order."

…

"Dingle bell!"

The phone rings.

Dincom came and knocked on Karen's bedroom door: "Boss, call Mr. Pavarro."

Because Mr. Pavarro never lived at home, the two clerks in the store naturally regarded Karen as the big boss, and the former boss called him sir.

"Okay, I'll pick you up in the study room."

"Yes, boss."

Karen walked into the study, touched the ring before picking up the phone, and transformed into Mr. Pavarro.

"Hello, I'm Pavaro."

"Judge Pavarro, there is something we need to know from you."

"Who are you?" Karen asked.

"Praise be to the God of Order."

The other party just made such a simple reply on the phone, without naming his specific department.

"Alfred, are you one of your men?"

"Yes, he is my subordinate."

"Okay, can you guarantee his loyalty?"

"I can guarantee that."

"Then could you please come to the Loch Cisco Gym on West Lord Street to pick him up in person?"

"Okay, I'll be right away."

After hanging up the phone, Karen immediately called the captain's office. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. Obviously the captain was not in the office.

Karen could only call Fanny.

"Hello."

"Fanny, I'm Karen."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"One of my colleagues at the trial was arrested by a certain department of the cult for unknown reasons, and now I'm asking Mr. Pavarro to pick him up."

"Where's the address?"

“Loch Cisco Gym on West Lord Street.”

"Okay, I get it, what's your name?"

"Alfred."

"Is Mr. Pavarro at home?"
To be continued...