The fire trial is the safest way, but it also has risks. The success rate of the ritual is unchanged, but the mystery of the host often affects the results of many things Larson has to admit that it is not all bad to stay at the tower headquarters in Baizhi. Such opportunities are not common, and he can't ask his mentor to awaken the mysterious fire to a group of apprentices.

What's more, with the precedent of Urial, Larson felt that he was inferior to the other party in terms of experience. He once made bold statements in front of Ez, but neither of them was serious. Larson believed that he was not as arrogant as Dean Rubin, who could not recognize his own weight.

He suddenly remembered something, "Have you seen that apprentice?"

"You mean Uriel, right?" Sabina reacted quickly.

"It's him. My old friend's junior, the commander of the adult apprentice. Osvid proposed to give him a quota in the astronomical room, which I thought was impossible. But the white mess seemed a little hesitant."

Sabina looked at him secretly, as if wondering why he cared about these gossips. "I haven't met yet." The girl was very well-behaved and never lie in front of him. "His Excellency Sidney wanted to train him as a formal astrologer apprentice, and for this reason, the adults also conducted a special test of the training class of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"How was the result?" he couldn't help but ask.

"His Excellency Sidney has a very accurate vision." Sabina was afraid of the great astrologer of the "Silver Cross" and was very cautious in his words. "I heard that Bai Zhizhe didn't teach him anything in the tutorial at all. Mr. Uriel failed the training class, but got a high score in the astrology class."

"Some of this look." Larson was very surprised. He thought that Bai Zhizhe was interested in Urial's talent and would become his mentor. Now it seems that there is another reason for this. "What do he say it himself?"

"I don't know, sir."

Maybe it's similar to Roma. Larson buried his guess in his heart and didn't say it to the students. However, Uriel was already at the Ring Level, and the Fire Trial was not his part. "I informed him to attend the lecture in the auditorium three days later. Every year Dean attended the generals of our commander. This time he had an apprentice, so he couldn't keep going like this."

It was normal for an apprentice to run errands to the instructor. He inexplicably recalled the past when he deliberately did not inform Ezbeth to arrive in Four Leaf City. "I'll stay at Haynes for a day, Miss Sabina, remember to check the preparations for the lecture." This was originally his job.

"No problem, Mr. Larson, I will sort out the situation and leave it to you." To Larson, Sabina is simply a little secretary.

When will Roma be like her? No, I am thankful for only half of it. Larson walked into the ladder with confidence and planned to ask his old friend for a rabbit as a pet. The cake brown fairy has various uses, but he insisted that eating too much heavy oil pastry will affect the acuity of the taste buds. The sewing rabbit will not fly, but it does not run slowly. He already has Sabina's assistant, and even she can't do the work, so it's enough to give it to the rabbit.

When Agatha sat in the corner of the crowd, she always unconsciously observed other people's movements. Sometimes people could not distract their attention to everyone present. They focused on talking about things or bragging each other. As long as they looked carefully, they could probably find the unbearable truth and miserable situations that these people tried to cover up from their small movements and the details of their clothing that were inadvertently exposed. But to be honest, it is really biased to describe the overall situation using bad words. After all, the sample was taken from the current lower-class civilians, and a part of such people who are kind-hearted and noble in character would never appear here.

Never. She once thought that such a statement was too arbitrary, but the facts told her that the truth was not enough. Their obedience was far more shocking than the truth. When she was a girl, it was not that she was no longer the attitude of people habitually responding to her, but there were not many idiots who were firmly determined to think about her.

Maybe Wittke would hide here, even if he was the Sheriff of the Sky Island.

Agatha never cared about Wittkeshazo. In fact, they had never even met each other. Wittke was a believer of Father Fielding, who relied on his piety to faith and became a patrolman in the Public Security Bureau. This nonsense was actually a common phenomenon in Bloomnott. Sheriff Johnny was a good man, but he was both weak and timid. It was hard to imagine that such a person would reject the clergy of the church for the sake of rules. In any case, he was a Gaian first, and then a patrolman in the Public Security Bureau.

Having a title of a position that others dare not provoke means that this person actually has no say in the police station. Agatha ordered a cup of coffee. The special consultant is a good medicine, but it seems that people who are sick will never expect that they can go to see a doctor before the last moment. The coffee is too bad, so she just took a sip and vomited it into the empty cup in front of her.

"It seems that I chose the wrong meeting place. The drink here is not to your taste." A mysterious creature with a half-faced face sat opposite her. His hair was terrible oily.

"Good morning, James, I heard you've found a new job."

"I'm working as a stenographer for Minerva Benfin."

"I haven't seen her in the newspaper recently."

"That's of course, because the recent headlines are all yours, Detective Queen Agatha Poirot. No matter how outdated celebrities are rumored to be in the daily newspaper in the same issue as you."

"You know, James, this is just a name imposed on me by someone else," she said with a smile.

"Do you really think I can't see you enjoying it?"

"As the boss who pays you a second salary, I won't care about such a small offense."

James shut up.

"Don't be nervous, James. The Tinder Trial of the Tower will begin soon. When I find the murderer who murdered Father Fielding, the Sky Island Ring Daily will immediately update their layout."

"I heard that the priest was killed by a man at a wedding."

"As a magician, he died so cowardly."

"Is it because he is not good at learning skills?"

"The wine glasses at the banquet were sedated, and I saw that it was more appropriate to make it hard to wake up. The drinkers slept all over the floor, but the first person woke up and found that the bride and groom were stabbed several times, and the body was cold. A guy without invitation died on the bride's belly. It was confirmed that he was the woman's old lover; Father Fielding had a hole in his throat, and a sheriff with him was missing. I want me to see that Miss Robert should be more cautious when choosing witnesses for his wedding, because it is obvious that smart people can see that others are innocent people who were buried with the priest."

The mysterious man opposite who looked like a fishman was surprised. "They all said that the priest was killed by mistake."

"It can be seen that they are not smart."

The Detective Queen ordered a glass of lemonade and asked the stenographer for a new cup. "Okay, hurry up and get to the topic and see your strange face. You know, you are more than you who meet me today." She felt that no matter what meeting place she chose, he would not feel happy as an informant.

"I didn't find a clue for Mr. Wittke." James touched the scales on his chin, "but I know why you were looking for him."

"Motivation is a problem, and it is common sense that he can't do it." Agatha took a sip of lemonade. "From any angle, Wittke has no reason to kill the priest. I don't think he is the murderer."

"But you have posted his wanted."

"That's right. But we wanted other contents on the newspaper together, such as unclean gangs, privately renovated brothels, illegal vendors selling addicted tobacco, human traffickers who plunder civilians and thieves who don't have eyes to get rid of the nobles." The detective queen said impatiently, "The executioner does not have a special habit of collecting the thief's fingers, and we do not intend to hang every prostitute who sells himself. The Public Security Bureau just needs to find him for granted. He is one of us and find out the cause of death of the priest."

"Following McKen Johnny's attitude, he was eager to take the charge to that poor man. This is not good for your security department, right?"

"It will be no good for anyone to not solve the case." She rarely answered vaguely. Do you want me to tell you that our sheriff is more interested in the conclusion that the priest died of a manslaughter.

There are many bad things in the police station, but Johnny's weakness is the main reason. Agatha knows the process of selecting new people in the Public Security Bureau. After all, they are also affiliated with the Sky Island Affairs Division. These police officers are either graduates who leave the tower or lucky people who pass the layers of assessment. However, this inevitably leads to people who have self-reliance in status and wealth to stuff people into the police station. They may not have an ulterior motive, but in fact, for any system, breaking the rules itself is the beginning of error and corruption. McKen Johnny has almost no firm position on this.

If it weren't for the petitions of Gaia's believers, I would have known Father Fielding even later. Agatha thought to herself that he might be a reliable sheriff, but he is definitely not a qualified city guard. I heard that Johnny was once a member of the decision-making department, and the thinking of politicians was always different from that of ordinary people. This may be the reason why he was accustomed to calming down the situation.

She gave up the idea of ​​resigning from the bottom of her heart again. "Is there anything else that happened recently?"

"There are many things happening every day, but there is no one that deserves attention from the detective queen." James said, "I also have gossip about Minerva and her best friend turning against each other because of some kind of profit from tobacco leaves, and the news that she changed her lover. For celebrities, such things are as ordinary as changing into fashionable clothes, and they are not a big news in Huancheng Daily. I think you will probably not be these."
Chapter completed!