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In the alley at night, a few firelights were shining high or low in the darkness.

It was the light of a cigarette.

Lanterns illuminated the alley as Marietta rode by.

The light hit their faces, and the five men with shaved heads raised one hand to cover their eyes, and hid the other hand behind their backs. One of them squatted and almost fell due to his imbalance.

Mary reined in the horse and called down the alley, "What must be done at night?"

A man inside put down his hand and responded with squinted eyes: "Nothing, we'll leave right away."

They looked at the long-barreled shotgun in the holster on the side of the horse with fear, as well as Galid carrying the rifle next to him and the black dog he was holding. Then they turned their backs one after another and got deeper into the alley. The form disappeared out of sight of the magistrate,

Everyone knew that such a person would not be easily obeyed, but the Sheriff's authority only ended there.

In the absence of certainty that these people had committed a crime, the most they could do was crack the whip a few times, but that would not help.

The parish of Saint-Soloute is a so-called ghetto, home to numerous drug addicts and criminals.

Most of the people here are craftsmen and manual laborers who cannot afford to rent an entire house, and often several families are crowded together. This cramped and depressing living situation has catalyzed the occurrence of criminal incidents, and civilians involved in criminal incidents have also It is easy to lose their jobs. Poor people who have lost their jobs cannot afford to rent a house, so they can only go out and wander around at night, looking for a place to spend the night.

And when a person cannot survive no matter what, he will commit a crime.

People believe that crimes committed at night are difficult to identify, so they have fewer scruples and are more willing to commit crimes than during the day.

Life in the slums thus formed a vicious cycle.

Poverty is the soil of evil, and experienced police officers often worry about the patrol tasks assigned here.

Although the people here are poor, it is not difficult to get a few guns.

Mary glanced at Galid, who was walking leisurely with his dog in front of him, and felt admiration in her heart.

She would not have come here if not for the companionship of this veteran, for she felt ashamed of her own cowardice in the face of evil.

Tonight is the same as usual, dealing with those premeditated criminals and "patients".

There is also a patient today.

In another alley, they found a patient who was eating wild cats. The patient's face was covered with small stick-like protrusions like bird quills, and he did not hide his desire to attack when he saw them.

To reduce the possibility of exposure, they quietly dispatched him with swift swords and bayonets attached to their muskets.

After solving this problem, the next two hours were smooth sailing.

After taking a look at the time on his pocket watch, Galeed took Mary back because the other party's duty time was over.

The next batch of people who come to patrol will come to dispose of the body, and he will come back to help when the time comes.

Through years of influence and infiltration, the clerks who lined up the Sheriff's patrol routes also became Presbyterians.

Many of the vigilantes who work the night shift are dark descendants, and ordinary people will be assigned to work in wealthier parishes, where there will be fewer aggressive newborns.

It doesn't matter if something goes wrong occasionally and people discover the truth about the existence of dark descendants. At most, this city will have a few more weird stories.

And ghost stories are the kind that many people discuss, but few people take them seriously.

"Galeed, has anyone studied the transmission routes of those diseases?"

On the way back, Mary was still thinking about those strange-looking patients. Although her natural problem made her always forget other people's faces and could not imagine anything tangible in her mind, the "patients" still left her with Deeply impressed.

If one had to give their appearance a label, it would be "beast".

"Who knows, we, the Sheriff, don't care about this matter, medicine is too far away from us." Galid remembered that the other party was telling a lie to explain the existence of dark descendants.

He looked ahead at the street. The streets were full of fog tonight, and it was worth paying more attention to him to be vigilant.

Although there was still only one moon in the sky, he knew that the dark moon was approaching, which was based on his intuitive senses.

Not only the darkspawn, but also the wizards will regain their past powers.

The voice of the Dark Beloved will gradually increase in this era.

But Galid is a contented man, and he hopes that his life will remain the same as it is now during his lifetime.

Not noticing that Galeed's thoughts were not focused on the conversation, Marietta continued to express her own thoughts: "Maybe we should suspend the development of the colony and send the plague into the country for gold. This is no different from a crime."

Galid collected his thoughts, he was not sure about this:

"It's a crazy idea, but the queen and ministers won't agree to it. You know how much manpower they put into getting those riches. The Roron War alone killed three hundred thousand men. This low contagion disease is nothing compared to war."

Although the plague was just a lie, if it really existed, he also believed that the nobles in the capital city of Asia would make such a choice.

"Are you a little bit unable to bear the feeling of killing people?" Galid asked, but he actually already had the answer in his heart.

After all, this is just a little girl.

Mary admitted this frankly: "Yes, killing those patients made me feel guilty. Now I occasionally have the idea of ​​​​dismissing the Sheriff."

Galid regretted that he had not noticed this earlier and intervened.

He slowed down, walked side by side with Marietta's horse, and tried to save his life: "But we also saved a lot of people, didn't we? We sent patients who still retained their sanity to the clinic, and you have seen them recover. The way they were able to recover is due to you."

It's hard to find someone who is so easy to cheat and willing to work.

It’s not that there are other dark descendants in the Sheriff’s Department, but they may not have Mary’s work enthusiasm. They always let their passion and arrogance get the best of them and handle newborns roughly, resulting in some newborns who should have joined the Presbyterian Church according to the rules or died. , or became hostile to the Presbyterian Church and fled to other cities.

"Yes, this is one of the reasons that encourages me to continue doing it." Mary smiled: "Don't worry, it's just a small setback. I'm not that fragile yet."

Galid breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, you are different from other girls. You are stronger and more diligent than them."

"But I also have something I want to ask you for help with."

Mary respected this senior, but it was not too much to occasionally use tricks to make the other party give in.

Although Galeed didn't say it explicitly, she was vaguely aware that she was gradually becoming an indispensable existence.

We must take advantage of the conditions that can be used, otherwise justice cannot be maintained.

"I was investigating a man recently. He is good at using money to play with favors and justice. He can even convince the sheriff who has never seen the murder scene that he is innocent. It's just that I don't have much time to find him personally. Although I asked The detective has been unable to gain anything. But if a veteran like you, a full-time police officer, is willing to take action, I think we can definitely catch him."

Mary knew that Galid was quite old, but every time he subdued a criminal, he was always neat and tidy. She had complete trust in his ability.

Galid was not aware of this. He recalled carefully, but he could not remember that such a suspicious person had been involved in the case recently.

However, he kept asking Marietta for help without getting anything in return. He began to worry that she would really leave the Sheriff's Department one day, and then he would have to return to his previous life of only taking two days off in two weeks.

"Okay, I'll help you. Tell me who he is."

"His name is Clayton Bello, and he lives on Marlin Street in St. Mored Parish."

Galeed did not continue to listen to the rest of the words. Mary could not know as much information as he did, because Clayton himself had filled out a form for him not long ago.

This is trouble.

Just when he was in trouble, a rental carriage came out from the corner of the street, forcing them to stop.

The coachman was sitting in the driver's seat chatting with the passengers: "Mr. Bello, your current clothes are indeed good, but they are not as good as those in Mrs. Lezi's shop."

The carriage passed in front of him with a strong wind. Before the carriage driver could finish his words, he arrived on the west side of Cross Street, and it was impossible to hear what he said anymore.

"Bello doesn't seem to be a common surname."

Marietta sighed as she looked at the back of the carriage.

Galid looked in the direction the carriage was coming from. That street was a dead end. Following his line of sight, the dark outline of the workhouse stood in the night background.

Fortunately, it only took Clayton two days to find clues to the scent.

He smelled the same scent in the almshouse of the parish of Saint-Solotte.

Although it was different from the dyeing shop as expected, Clayton didn't think he was in the wrong place, because Joe Mani was also here, and Clayton could smell his scent.

This shouldn't be a coincidence, the werewolf thought,

This was supposed to be a meeting where Joe found the Holy Grail faster than he did, but it was unclear what happened between them, or what was happening.

It was late at night when he followed the smell and found the workhouse. The workhouse had closed its door to outsiders, so he couldn't see Joe that day and had to visit again the next day.

The priest of the small church in St. Mellon Parish knew where Joe was. Clayton speculated that Joe relied on the power of the White Cult to find the Holy Grail Society, otherwise he would not have found the clues faster than him.

At five o'clock the next night, he took a carriage to the parish of Saint-Solotte again.

Because the time for admitting homeless people has passed, the black iron hollow door of the workhouse is closed tightly and the latch has been locked. The only guard is taking a nap on the deck chair behind the door.

Clayton walked over and recited the incantation, and the door opened in response.

"I'm here to make a donation, please open the door."