The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jason stood under a big banyan tree in Hamilton District.

He touched his chin.

A murder case of a superhuman.

There have been more and more such cases recently.

The loss of two superhuman police officers in Asbestos Town last time greatly reduced the strength of the superhuman police in the entire Dror City.

Only a few new people can make up for the loss.

He pointed to the dead man who was curled up on the ground and hugged his abdomen in front of Wilson behind him. He said:

"This is the first superhuman case you have encountered since you became a superhuman."

"The investigation of superhuman cases is a little simpler than that of normal cases."

He walked forward and waved to Wilson. Picking up a dull crystal on the head of the dead man, he showed it to Wilson and said:

"Gray crystal, no shining light. What profession."

Wilson reviewed the contents of the book and replied: "Assassin, but no astral crystal was precipitated."

Nodding, "Yes."

Then Jason looked at Ron who was casting a skill on the stump under the banyan tree and called:

"Ron, come here."

Putting down the soil in his hand, Ron finished casting and opened his eyes. Replied: "Okay, Captain."

"What did you find?" Seeing Ron walking quickly, Jason asked.

"From the footprints, the dead man had been waiting under the banyan tree for a long time." Ron analyzed, paused, and then quickly added:

"I also confirmed this after tracing back."

"Ambush?" Wilson tried to say.

Nodding again, touching his chin habitually, Jason replied:

"It's possible."

He pointed at the dead and said to Ron:

"See if you can see the murderer. If this was an ambush and then a counterattack, we won't care about it."

Hearing this, Ron nodded and replied: "Okay, Captain."

He closed his eyes and silently said "Yesterday again".

After a moment, he opened his eyes with some doubts. But still said:

"The murderer started to say a few words to the dead, and then started to act. It was indeed an ambush, but it seemed that the two knew each other."

Jason ignored what Ron said, and asked:

"What is the murderer's profession?"

"A knight. The guard he cast was very professional. He had a musket as a weapon." Ron lowered his head and said in a certain tone.

Then he raised his head again and said with some doubt:

"But surprisingly, I can't see his face clearly. The whole figure is a little blurry. This situation reminds me of the other day..."

"Stop, don't think about it. Remember." Jason shouted, interrupting Ron quickly. "This is different from that day."

Then, Jason said: "Since he is a knight. Then ignore him, maybe he is in the army."

"Besides not being able to see his face clearly, are there any other characteristics?" Jason suddenly asked.

Recalling for a while, Ron nodded:

"Male, about 175 cm tall, wearing a jacket, with a little rabbit tattoo on his left hand."

Wilson and Jason looked at Ron at the same time, with funny faces.

"Really." Ron spread his hands.

"Okay, what a perverted man. Issue a wanted order and ignore him. Don't write a reward. This way no one will catch him." Jason said helplessly.

"Let's go, let the police clean up the scene." He waved to the two and put away the crystal in his hand.

Then, he walked towards the police who were watching and controlling the scene in the distance.

They were stopping the servants of the nobles who were watching. Apparently, these servants had nothing to do. Or was it human nature to watch the excitement?

"Frank, it's over. No problem. You guys handle it." Jason said to one of the policemen who was more familiar with him.

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On the way, Wilson still couldn't figure it out. Just let a murderer go unpunished? Even if he killed someone in return, he was still a dangerous person, right?

He couldn't figure it out. He walked up to Jason and asked:

"Captain. Are we really not going to catch that knight?"

With a little surprise, Jason looked at Wilson next to him and said:

"Of course, we have more important work to do."

Seeing Wilson's puzzled look, he explained again:

"First, most knights are military figures, and it's not good to offend them. Second, even if they are wild, most knights are relatively upright. This is determined by the characteristics of the profession, so we are more tolerant of knights. Third, the one killed is an assassin. This profession has never been welcomed by us. I don't know how many murders were committed by assassins. Maybe this knight has helped us solve many problems."

Looking at Wilson again, Jason asked:

"Do you understand?"

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May 7. Sunday.

The bright sunshine at noon shone in front of 77 Heaton Street, and Richie's feet were still covered with dry mud.

He was wearing a leather triangular vest and a shirt that hadn't been washed for three days. He looked a little tired, after all, he had been fishing for three days.

He had left his fishing rod at the home of his good friend, Professor Hector Palmer.

That was his fishing buddy, the political professor at the Second Higher School in Drol City.

Oh~, that was Alok's teacher.

The ruins at Lake Sitoli were pure nonsense. He just made up an excuse to go out for a few days. So that Il wouldn't blame him later.

He rang the doorbell, and after a while, Il's sleepy figure appeared in front of him.

She wore a light green dress with lace and green bellflower patterns, and a loose leather corset on her upper body, but no chest binder.

Richie had never seen Ir wearing this dress, so it was obviously newly bought.

Seeing that it was his father who had disappeared for three days, Ir made way for Richie to come in and complained:

"Why haven't you come back for so long?"

Taking a few deep breaths, Ir frowned and said:

"Dad, why do you smell like seafood?"

Take off his tricorn hat and hang it on the hanger at the door, Richie waved his hand and replied:

"Hey~ Don't mention it, Lake Sitoli is really too big, it took two days just to find the ruins. I'll tell you after I change my clothes."

He took off his shoes and strode to the bedroom upstairs.

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Sitting right above the dining room, Richie used his many years of experience in making up stories and began to talk endlessly.

He was eating the leftover lunch of Ir at noon, bread with curry beef and potatoes. While "talking nonsense".

"Lake Sitoli is really too big, of course. The scenery is also beautiful. Tsk tsk tsk ~ There is a faint mist floating on the lake in the early morning." Richie said intoxicatedly.

"Dad. Are you looking for ruins or going on a trip? No wonder you are looking so slowly, you are just looking at the scenery." Ir complained.

"Who said that? We looked very hard, but we were just looking in the wrong direction at the beginning. Can we find it on the lake?" Richie quickly explained after eating a piece of bread.

"Later we went to the lake to inquire about the news and found it next to a small village."

"What's it called? What village? I forgot." He really couldn't make up the name of the village, so he just made it up.

"After searching for a long time, I found a small palace in the early Fourth Epoch, which tells the story of Prometheus when the Donald Empire was first established."

"At that time, Prometheus was a hero of mankind, saving mankind from the water and fire. If it weren't for him, mankind might have died out in the war between the elves, giants, and dragons at the end of the Third Epoch." He was very excited. He finally came to the part he was familiar with, and he could make it up at this time.

"But the ruins were seriously damaged, and there was really nothing valuable. Then we came back."

He dipped the bread in his hand into the curry beef in the bowl, took a big bite, and drank a sip of water. Suddenly asked:

"Where is Alok? Why didn't I see him?"

"Oh~" Ir shouted helplessly.

"Don't mention it, Alok killed someone and was wanted." She sighed and said.

Looking at Richie's shocked eyes, Ir said again:

"I asked him to go out and hide."