"Come again?" Before she entered the door, she heard her boss screaming incredible. "Gods, has this girl changed her career to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

What a stupid thing, Agatha thought to herself. "Unless you allow me to resign." She pushed open the door with a bang, "Where is my report?"

Sheriff McCann Johnny's mouth twitched and almost fell off the chair. He grabbed the backrest, took his feet off the table, stuffed them into his shoes, and then jumped up. "You broke into my office again!" He shouted at her, his voice as if a hairdryer was using his own potatoes.

It was my neighbor's fault. Ever since Uriel blurted out that he called "Vegetable Sheriff", Agatha thought of crops every time she saw her boss.

"Not much more than this time. Return me the last report, Chief Johnny. Hurry!"

Generally speaking, the communication between the sheriff and the subordinates is not so strange. Unfortunately, the crime rate in the Fuyun Capital has increased significantly recently, and the Public Security Bureau is in a state of great concern, fearing that the superiors will blame him. McCann Johnny placed all his hopes on Agatha, hoping that his subordinates would keep his official hat. Even if I asked him to pour tea, he would try it when there was no one. But she felt that this opportunity should be used to improve the efficiency of investigation.

Sure enough, this guy only glared at her. "Last report?"

"There are similar cases, maybe a serial murder case." The detective pushed him away impatiently, opened the drawer, and searched through a pile of documents. "If you want to deal with the case together, you need the original report... Huh?" A letter was placed on the table.

Sheriff McCann reached out quickly and crumpled the letter paper into a ball. "The report is in the cabinet." He motioned Agatha to get the keys.

The detective pulled off the keychain, stuffed it into his pocket, and spread his other hand in front of him. "Give it." Her tone was so proper.

"Give it to you? This is not your report!" Sheriff Johnny waved, trying to scare her. "Major confidentiality! You police officers are not allowed to be at will."

"Any time your eyes are useful," Agatha exposes sharply, "it should be seen whether this thing is an invitation letter. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be given to me."

"Of course I can see..."

"I have my name in the corner of the envelope. Or do you recognize the second Agatha Poirot?"

Sheriff McCann was stunned. "Good idea." He looked around sneakily, "That's it. I'll find a guy who is willing to change his name and let her go to the appointment. They won't find it."

Agatha was angry and laughed: "The fool is willing! I am the queen of detectives, unique. So what kind of invitation is it?"

The Vegetable Sheriff coughed. "The Transfer Questionnaire of the Affairs Department. Maybe the Chief Executive wants you to go to the office."

It turned out that he knew what I hated. "Very good, exclude the Department of Affairs." Plus what she heard. "Is it an invitation from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

"Why do you exclude it?...Isn't there any other department in the tower? What's the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" The sheriff was anxious and angry, looking even more funny. Agatha stared at him without saying a word, and sweat fell on Johnny's forehead. Finally, he gave up the concealment. "I...I promised Lord Prophet that I will never let you participate in the affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Even if Qingzhi envoys, you cannot..."

"I don't understand yet? Your and my wishes don't matter." Agatha interrupted him, "Okay. Mostly I'm not a deputy minister. He has been busy recently and has no time to care about me, a little person. Who is the sender? What is the seal?" She dragged her boss's chair behind her.

The Vegetable Sheriff reluctantly unfolded the letter paper and glanced at it: "The White Messenger..."

Agatha almost sat on the ground.

"...Oh, no. The seal is his. All the letters of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs must be stamped with the commander's seal." The sheriff murmured and turned the folding page, "The sender is Ms. Helen Dorothea Red Shield, from the Astronomical Room."

The strange name made her stunned. For a moment, Agatha couldn't remember this person at all. She slowly sat down. "Astronomy room? Why is it the seal of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

"Personnel transfers between vassal states are managed by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Johnny reminded, "This is the normal process." He grabbed his hair and peeked at her expression: "Do you know this Ms. Dorothea, Agatha?"

Don't know him. Agatha was sitting in a chair and was still considering serial murder cases. But she was about to say no, but the surname "Red Shield" suddenly aroused the impression. "His Excellency Helen." The swivel chair suddenly braked. "Witch of Fate."

The boss blinked, and seemed to have not understood it yet. If there was a questionnaire, you don’t have to use this person’s reaction speed as a reference for the average level of the locals.

"The Red Shield is the surname of Vilonka, which is relatively rare," Agatha explained. "His Excellency of the Witch of Destiny is the descendant of the Winner, and naturally his surname is the one."

Johnny frowned and looked at the envelope: "This lady is the witch of fate... 公司?"

"Yes. Don't you know her real name?"

"Maybe I've heard of it, but..."

"It doesn't matter if you forget it." Hell, the fundamental reason is that we only remember the title of the Great Astrologer and rarely mention the name. "Anyway, you don't have the chance to call it in person." Agatha stood up and said, "Give me the letter. I'm afraid I must leave this time."

The Vegetable Sheriff had no choice but to hand the crumpled paper back. There was a kind of pity in his expression.

Agatha couldn't stand it anymore. "I don't want to leave either, sir. That time I went to San Carlos in the Mist City was just an accident." An accident that almost died... "I'm not the main character. To be honest, your eyes look like you are looking at a terminally ill patient."

“Full of sympathy?”

"Obviously."

"That's not for you, but for myself. You're a smart man, Agatha, you don't need mercy like me." This guy was sure. McCann Johnny moved his carrot-like legs and sat back to the sheriff's seat. "Who will pity me now? Now, I'm gone."

Agatha was speechless. It seemed that I was the only one who could close the case in the Public Security Bureau. There should be a limit to exaggerating the show, but McCann... his grief was probably not performed.

"So." She took out the key, "Did I take away the last report?"

Sheriff Johnny raised his head. "Let me go! Don't think about it before you come back...hey!"

Agatha quickly poked the key into the keyhole and twisted the metal open. A large number of file bags were placed on the shelf. She pulled out the unsealed portion at the top, and even saw it and stuffed it into her clothes. Then she got up and rushed out of the room.

When she escaped from the security bureau, she could still hear Sheriff McCann's scream "Stop!". But obviously, everyone pretended not to hear it like her.

But this mess actually came into the ears of the great astrologer, which Agatha had not expected. It was not until she arrived at the shuttle site of the Port of the Great Light as promised and the Witch of Destiny made fun of it that she found the problem.

"Maybe he is worried that you will never return, Ms. Poirot."

"What's there to worry about? I'm going to Hoklin, not San Carlos." The former is a major city, while the latter is just a border. Is there any other news inside the tower? Agatha frowned suspiciously. Sheriff McCann is just a mortal, and the internal channels are far inferior to her Chloita's graduate apprentice. It is impossible for the news that the great astrologer knows will first be heard.

"San Carlos may be safer lately," the witch replied, "Hocolin has appeared in Bansie."

So that's it. "The Dead."

"Some people claim to see their shadows." The magic patterns on the ground were flashing. Depending on the length of the distance, the time spent on the stairs would be different. There were not a few people going to Hokolin, but Helen called to go with "Bloomnott's Detective Queen".

Now she understood that the "Witch of Destiny" was going to discuss the case with her: "I think since I have worked with you and several guests, it must be true, not just claiming."

"Yes. Larsen believed that Bansey's appearance was a sign of a prelude."

"I know nothing about omen," she admitted, "but the omen observed by mortals may not be given to Otto."

"You have a lot of ideas, Miss Agatha." Helen smiled. "It is very likely that someone made a prediction. I agree with this. The astronomical room has been busy with other matters recently, and I can only be responsible for expelling Bansie Banses. As for the real reason why they appeared in Hokorin, I hope you can explain it to me then."

Other affairs? Agatha was half-believing and half-doubted. Today, the literary room is the most unpopular place in the tower. Professor Larsen summoned every astrologer who could work and asked them to work overtime until the early morning. Starting from the Frost Moon, the Public Security Bureau's request to the Affairs Department for astrologer to assist in solving the case was rejected and he could only wander around the streets in a dusty manner.

The lack of competence of the Bloomnott Police Department is completely understandable. She thought to herself that we are used to receiving help from astrology and prophecy. Once the case is handled independently, the problem will be immediately reflected.

This is a good time to train subordinates. However, although Agatha is happy to see her colleagues improve herself, she is also very curious about the purpose of working overtime in the astronomical room.

But there is no need to point out the doubts immediately. "This is my job," she replied.

"I believe you can complete the mission." The Witch of Destiny nodded, "We can see your abilities for all. The Detective Queen of the Floating Cloud Capital."

She began to like this astronomical master. Sheriff McCann Johnny was full of dull guys, and the big astrologer was different. Agatha observed all her fellow travelers and found that Her Royal Highness Helen had a very quick mind and her speech and behavior were extremely elegant.

Of course, this elegance will reduce efficiency in her opinion, but for Helen herself, it is just an add-on brought by status, family education and personal cultivation. After all, the princess of Knox doesn't have to race against time like Agatha to solve the case.

Others were far less reliable than the witch of fate. When they arrived in Joklin, Agatha saw many familiar faces. The lion with blonde hair and bows was undoubtedly Roma Penelope. Before Uriel became the apprentice of the White Envoy, this person was the most backstage relative of the tower. If half of the rumors about her were true, then this child could do anything.

Agatha considered trying to get around her every matter as much as possible when she was working. But in a sense, Miss Roma was easier to deal with than Ulier.

She was prepared for Roma's appearance, but others...

"Look, our neighbor." A large candle-like orange creature poked his companion, his voice completely uncovered. After noticing the gaze that Agatha cast, he waved without embarrassment: "Miss Detective?"

"Queen of Detective." She corrected, "It's really distressing for others to praise them like this. But if you say it wrong, I'm even more distressed. It's so strange. Isn't it?"

Sita blinked: "Okay. Let's be serious. What's the name?"

“Agatha Poirot.”

"York York Shain. What kind of prefix do you think this name should be matched with?"

It was so natural. Agatha forced herself to smile. She asked the lady she met for the first time to customize her title? I should learn from him. I feel ashamed of myself.

His companion is closer to normal people. It is behavior, not identity. "His Excellency Helen." After greeting the night elf politely, he turned around and patted Sita's finger.

"Dalton Shadow Tooth Nassanel. My friend Uriel mentioned you, Ms. Poirot. I don't think this is our first time dealing with you." He ignored Sita's problem.

"Yes," Agatha replied, "I found the newspaper on the carpet of the entrance. The postman has never been so careful. They threw the newspaper into the letter basket directly on rainy days. You are so considerate."

"A handful."

"You helped me a lot." But to be honest, Agatha knew very well that he had secretly collected her news. For ordinary ladies, this was offensive, but Agatha was Bloomnott's sheriff. She soon realized that it was the habit of the Nightingale.

She didn't know if he liked this positioning. Many things proved that this person's first time to become a nightingale was in Knights Bay. Before that, his duty was to act as a guard and protect specific characters. It seemed that the enemy always knew your work better than his peers...

The little lion looked around and said, "Is this Hokorin?" She said with surprise. "I thought I hadn't left Bloomnott."

"What? No clouds look like this." York disagreed.

“Cities, ports and people are very similar.”

"There is still a difference," Agatha said. "Hokolin does not have a crater. The local climate is varied and suitable for plants with short growth cycles."

"No wonder. This island is so bald." Roma announced her view on the sky island. She did not change until she arrived at the garrison's branch.

What a childlike travel companion. Agatha thought to herself. I am not bored all the way, countless times stronger than San Carlos. To be honest, their mission to Ho Kolin this time was like an autumn outing specially arranged for the Lion Girl.

But Agatha's views quickly changed.

The person who received them was the local garrison, Omir Nagris. He was born in Bloomnot, the capital of the clouds, and stationed on the Sky Island for 47 years. He has formed a family with the locals and is about to apply to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to retire. As expected, Omir will choose to stay in Hokolin for his family.

Agatha had no intention of making things difficult for him. The garrison Nageris was a real person, but solving the case was not a field he was good at. Faced with the rumors and the undead wandering around, he was completely helpless.

Before meeting Agatha, Omire arranged everything. Guests stayed in the hotel and immediately enjoyed meals and hot water. The requests of visits from local officials and nobles were arranged in an orderly manner and arranged for the next two weeks. Their gifts were listed. When Agatha put down her luggage and rushed to the temporary office without hesitation, the Nightingale had presented the information to her.

Queen-like treatment. She was simply flattered. Now I am the real "detective queen".

Comprehensive and meticulous preparations lead to efficient progress: "The first sighting of the Bansey Banshee was at the Sissini Cross?"

"Recorded witnesses." Omire Nagris answered cautiously.

Someone must have seen it earlier. But for some reason, witnesses failed to report to the Magistrates. This is normal. Agatha scanned the map and saw at a glance that the Sky Island Detection Station happened to be near the sighting site.
To be continued...