Agatha's mysterious profession is more concerned with good fertilizers, but Bai Zhizhe would not like to listen to these. She directly concluded: "There is a black wizard in the rebels, who has a very high level... Well, I think it's not that high either. It's probably around the Gaohuan. It's so strange. Is the Gaohuan mysterious so valuable now?"

The path to death is about to reach its end. The mysterious creatures at this stage are either ready to break their boats and cross the ring level, or give up obediently and enjoy the hard-won long life. Needless to say, the former is also obvious, will the latter's personality be seen. Will those who don't want to die be willing to die? There are many such people in the story. Even if there are really guys with extraordinary courage and wisdom in reality, they cannot be stupid enough to raise the flag of rebellion against Cloitta in San Carlos. Agatha judges that they have other purposes, but there are too few clues, and it is really difficult to make reliable speculation.

Bai Zhizhe never commented on the conclusion she gave. "Where is the Public Security Bureau?"

"Just behind the red wall in front, there are the residences of the nobles, with palaces and complex roads. Since only the public security in the aristocratic area is worthy of energy to manage, the patrol officers simply put the headquarters inside." The detective told him, "The law outside the red wall is carried out by the patrol guards spontaneously formed by the nobles." To be honest, this is definitely a more comfortable position than the Bloomnott Lost Property Management Department. She couldn't help but think that if Wittke Charzo worked in San Carlos, the bald man would never put the expectation of buying a house on the salary of promotion.

"As far as I know, the rebels are not civilians," said the envoy.

Agatha remained silent. But no one provided her with the latest news about San Carlos. The business of the Huancheng newspaper had not yet developed into the City of Mist. When she thought that her understanding of other cities was actually obtained from the newspaper, the Detective could not help but feel sad. She suspected that Officer Johnny had not thought about coming to San Carlos for her at all, as if she knew everything about the situation. It was a skill given to her by mystery. And those in the Department of Affairs pursued less than more. Even if they knew Johnny's omission, they would never take the initiative to ask for details of the trouble.

The depressing block composed of blue houses was finally left behind by them, and the red brick walls were out of sight, blocking the civilians' gaze of peeping inwards. The dome of the ancient nobles of Mottog was immersed in thick fog, and from time to time a dazzling flash of light came on in the sea of ​​fog. It was probably some kind of magic lamp to disperse birds. Agatha wisely did not look directly at it, turned his head and saw the white messenger not even lifting his head, and seemed not surprised. Could it be that he had been here? The explanation worked, because this was his inspection area.

On the lookout behind the red wall, the guards who had been waiting for them for a long time opened the door for them. The aristocratic area was like the inner city of San Carlos. The noise and chaos were no different from normal times, and even the air became fresh. Agatha didn't know how the lord here would agree to block the civilians outside the wall during wartime. Even if many people were manipulated by black witchcraft, they could not become giants. Any patrol knight could fight against the brainless idiot before.

"Please come with me, commander, and Miss Agatha." The waiter took them through the curved marble corridor and two realistic figures. The first was a boy wearing a hat, holding a pickaxe for mining. The second was a beautiful girl, whose skirt was composed of layers of water curtains, with golden gems on her chest and head. They bent her knees against the visitor, and her metal cheeks were filled with smiles.

Passing the aisles and steps (she thought there were no steps here), the waiter led them to a magnificent palace like a church in the heaven. The arched doors were carved with relief stories, and the flower windows were inlaid with colorful glazed glass. Countless fine gold and silver leaves shone on the pillars, and moon-like white sand flowed between the stone slabs under her feet. Agatha noticed the clean hand pool covered with huge olive leaves, filled with fragrant blessed water, and the bottom of the pool was covered with a piece of mysterious mineral smooth and delicate grinding, which made people feel happy when they saw it.

"Where is this?" Agatha said to herself, "a warehouse for jewelers and ore dealers?"

But there was no row of maids who were younger and more beautiful than statues in the warehouse. They wore long cloud-like skirts, tied their belts to tie their waists to a terrifying diameter. The thick lace on summer silk made the girls look extremely pure. When these maids bent down to salute them, the detective looked at them without squinting. She was now increasingly satisfied with her uniform.

"Derrida is inside?" Bai Zhiren spoke. His voice was incompatible with the place, just like his outfit.

Derrida Selif is the chief of the security bureau in San Carlos.

"Yes, Lord Anhal is here too." Anhal Edin is the current city lord of San Carlos, and is from the Tower Affairs Department.

"What are they doing here?"

The waiter was very surprised. "Because they are going to prepare a banquet for you!"

The white messenger was silent. Agatha could see that he seemed to feel that these people could not communicate. The "Ode to the Storm" must have expected this situation and arranged for me to come here. She coughed and said with the maximum volume: "Master Messenger, have you prepared?"

"I don't know, ma'am." The servant replied in panic.

But someone knows that the door of the palace was open at this time. Derrida Selif, wearing a blackbird logo, was wearing a blue velvet coat, and his trousers were decorated with gold threads with shiny stones. He walked quickly with his short legs, almost fell forward when he stood, kneeling in front of the detective. "Master Messenger." Derrida really heard Agatha's biggest voice. "Is it because we were not well served?"

"I remember we were here to suppress the rebellion?" Agatha asked for him.

"But... the commander came in person, and the rebels were almost worth mentioning. I think... I mean, this matter is not in a hurry."

Agatha pondered his reasons seriously. "Where are the rebels?"

"I am still trapped in a civilian area. There is a patrol guarding the police station in the red wall, and they cannot enter at all." Derrida patted his chest, "Under our protection, people are absolutely safe." Before he finished speaking, Anhal Edin finally arrived. The hall hall behind the city lord was invisible, the flowers on the long dining table were beautiful, and the dishes were rich and striking. Many nobles and ladies were at the dining table, polite and whispering.

"Are all the people of San Carlos inside the red wall?"

"No. We only allow people who do not bring any curse of black witchcraft. It is too dangerous to allow civilians to freely shuttle through the red walls. They have no ability to resist black witchcraft at all, and they do not even know that they are controlled by magic. No, I will never allow them to harm the people of San Carlos."

"So civilians and common people are two different kinds of people?"

Derrida was surprised. "I mean...those thieves and scammers...those tax evasion criminals! They are just a group of criminals...if they were not in San Carlos, they would either beheaded or be slaves. Is it? We let them go, but in the end they caused trouble...it's all because the church is so kind. Such people, oh, my Gaia, how can such people be considered law-abiding common people?"

I should throw him on land to see. Agatha thought. Even the officials in the mortal city dare not say that! This is the deformed derivative of the Chloe system and Mottog concept. "I have a private question that I hope you will answer, sir." She said to the two consuls of San Carlos, "How long have you been in San Carlos? Twenty years?"

Maybe the Queen of Detective is famous in Bloomnott, but she is nothing when she goes to San Carlos. Derrida looked at Agatha and said slowly, "I am older than you, child."

"I'm honored." Agatha replied. "I'm so glad I'm still young, because when I get old, I can only keep reading notes while investigating the case so that my subordinates won't get me out. Have you been driven out, Mr. Derrida?"

"I'm sure I've always maintained my wisdom."

"I also believe it completely. The wisdom you have retained from your youth until I was born, until I grew up and stood here to say these things to you. It's not easy, Mr. Derrida, your brain has a longer shelf life than the brains of the rebels driven by black witchcraft outside. So do you think it's related to whether you want to cook the storage?"

The people in the hall were silent for a few seconds because of shock. "How dare you talk to me like this?" The Director of the Public Security Bureau's nose was crooked. "Does Bloomnott have no other polite juniors?"

"To be honest, sir, the polite junior doesn't want to come here at all." Agatha replied softly, "Of course, I'm just a speaker responsible for delivering messages... If you want, you can choose to ask the messenger directly."

Miss Detective didn't know what Bai Zhijun's expression was behind her, but judging from Derrida's expression, he was probably very good at matching. It seems that this director would rather listen to her accusations than be stabbed by a sharp knife. The wisdom of thirty years ago could also distinguish gains and losses.

"So what should I do?" He said to Agatha angrily, angry at her insult. The detective was not sure about the cause of his anger, and she really couldn't understand the other person's way of thinking. Gods are above me, but fortunately I can't.

Agatha ordered: "Give me the information and trends of the rebels, otherwise I will treat him as a member of the Dark Wizard." She gave the conditions, "A limited time for a meal. Of course, you can also use this time to do something meaningful...such as explaining the division of the inheritance or something."

Derrida's lips squirmed a few times. "It is our duty to assist the commander." He compromised, "Mr. Anhal Edding, I need your help."

Anhar didn't talk to him all the way, like a piece of wood. But the messenger ordered him to slide almost out of the floor tiles, with an unexpected speed.
Chapter completed!