I am the heroine's godfather!

In short, the prop shop was as harmonious as ever today.

Laura is Charlotte's friend at school. Although Loran hasn't taught Charlotte magic yet, she hasn't fallen behind in her academic studies. Miss Charlotte is very sensible and always ranks first in her class in every test, which makes her father, Loran, very proud.

However, as Charlotte's good friend, Miss Laura's grades are somewhat disappointing. After all, Miss Laura's parents passed away when she was very young, and now Laura lives with her grandparents. The two elderly people are ordinary people, and as they get older, they don't have much energy to manage Laura's studies.

The two elderly people were quite troubled by this. So, they naturally supported Laura and Charlotte becoming friends—after all, our Miss Charlotte was an excellent student.

In short, Laura came to see Charlotte today to invite her to her home. The two had known each other for a few months, but Charlotte had never actually met Laura's grandparents, so she was taking this meeting quite seriously, even wearing the navy blue necklace that Loran had given her, which she usually wouldn't take off.

After seeing the two little ones off, Loran yawned, sat behind the counter, and idly started reading a book.

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The atmosphere at the patrol office was tense. His Majesty the King had ordered that the criminal be caught within a week, but four days had passed and there had been no progress.

However, it is said that Commander Mocha sought Lady Elisa's help and apparently obtained some useful information.

The seven captains of the patrol bureau sat in the conference room, waiting for Mocha's arrival.

It was 2 PM when Mocha arrived late. As a candidate for the head of the patrol department, Mocha was somewhat outmatched by the other candidates. However, this case was personally selected by His Majesty the King, and if he could handle it well, his position as head of the patrol department would likely be secure.

The other candidates were somewhat annoyed. Who would have thought this guy would be so unethical, actually going to Lady Alyssa to ask for information? And Lady Alyssa, really, how could she just casually reveal such a secret intelligence dealer to others?

Now that Mocha holds the key information to solve the case, he's become a bit arrogant. Look, he's only just arrived late for this important meeting, even though everyone else has already arrived.

Isn't this just a way to intimidate everyone?

A group of elderly officers from the patrol office were quite indignant, but the situation was beyond their control. Mocha held crucial evidence, the key to solving the case. This was a case personally selected by His Majesty the King! If they didn't handle it well, they'd be in serious trouble!

Mocha stood at the head of the long table, clenched his fist, and cleared his throat. "I'm sure I don't need to elaborate on the importance of this case. His Majesty the King has given a strict order, demanding that we resolve it within a week. The King's order was issued last Sunday, the day of the Light Festival, and now it's Thursday, with the Church's Magic Festival currently underway. That means..."

Mocha braced his hands on the table: "We don't have much time left."

"Ha, do you think everyone doesn't know?"

A middle-aged man sneered, "Since you have information, hurry up and tell us so we can arrange for someone to investigate."

"Senior Des seems to have some issues with me."

Mocha said with a serious expression, "But I still hope you don't misunderstand. Everything I did was to help the patrol department solve this case and save everyone from His Majesty's punishment."

"Humph."

The middle-aged man called Des snorted coldly. The other candidates were also somewhat disdainful. By the goddess of night who controls trickery, we are all your believers, but this kid just wants to fool us like fools!

Damn it, I hope he runs into a follower of the god of war and that those barbarians teach this bastard who likes to treat others like fools a lesson!

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Mocha, why don't you just tell us the information first?"

This couldn't drag on any longer, so another person quickly stepped in to smooth things over. Mocha only wanted to give this arch-enemy a warning, so as not to delay the important matter. He then revealed all the information he had obtained from Loran.

Chapter 5: Thus, the two routes intersect.

After hearing the information Mocha had obtained from Loran, the atmosphere in the conference room became somewhat heavy. A case involving evil gods and supernatural beings was clearly beyond the scope of a low-level agency like the patrol department.

"I suggest reporting this to the Imperial Guard."

A rather composed-looking man said, "This case is beyond the scope of the patrol department's work, and it's not something we can easily solve."

"Hmph, what, you're already boosting the enemy's morale and belittling your own before even investigating?"

Another person crossed their legs and said, "Didn't the intelligence report also say that it's just a one-level advancement?"

"Even a first-tier archmage or martial artist is extraordinary!"

The composed middle-aged man retorted, "Besides, how can you be sure it's just a low-level transcendent? What if it's silver or even gold? You know, the highest level among us here is only second-level, not even close to silver!"

"How could someone of the Silver or even Gold rank possibly use such a laborious and thankless ritual?"

“Yes, I think you’re being too cautious. If you ask me, this person probably didn’t have any extraordinary talent before, which is why he used this kind of ritual. At most, he’s just like us, at the Bronze level.”

The meeting room began to get noisy, but Mocha tapped the table: "Everyone's ideas make sense, but I feel that doing nothing would be a disservice to His Majesty's trust in us... How about this, let's discuss who the next victim might be, and then go and protect them in advance. If it's a problem that the patrol department can't handle, I'm sure His Majesty won't punish us too much."

These words calmed the argument in the meeting room. Some people who weren't candidates looked at Mocha with approval, thinking that although Mocha was young, wasn't Lady Alyssa even younger? Younger people meant more possibilities.

The candidates' expressions darkened, but they knew that Mocha's words were not wrong, so they didn't say anything more.

Mocha opened the intelligence: "According to that gentleman, the four offerings required for the ritual are: the eyes of a pure person, the ears of a just person, the tongue of a eloquent person, and the nose of a perceptive person. That gentleman told me that there are already three victims in this case, which means that only the so-called 'ears of a just person' are left."

Have the identities of the other two victims been confirmed?

One of them suddenly spoke up and asked a question, and the police station fell silent—the other two dead were probably from the slums and naturally did not qualify to be noticed by the police station.

Mocha continued, "The identities of the two deceased are not important; what we need is to determine the identity of the next deceased—a 'just person'."

"There are many people who meet this condition. I hope you can collect the information as soon as possible and compile it together."

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"Charlotte, Charlotte, she's just ahead!"

Laura, holding Charlotte's hand, led them to a two-story cottage. The cottage was simply decorated, except for a large red bow tied to the window facing the street on the second floor, which seemed out of place with the overall unpretentious style of the house.

Seemingly noticing Charlotte's gaze, Laura put her hands on her hips and said smugly, "I tied that bow on, isn't it pretty!"

Charlotte nodded: "It really suits your personality."

“唉？什么意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】？”

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a kind voice came from inside: "Little Laura is back?"

"Yes, Grandma, I brought Charlotte back!"

"Oh dear, little Charlotte is here too."

A very kind-looking old lady came out, and Charlotte quickly lifted her skirt, bowed, and gave a standard aristocratic bow: "Nice to meet you, I am Charlotte Bernette, I apologize for disturbing you."

"Oh dear, what a good child. I am little Laura's grandmother. You can just call me Grandma Caitlin."

“Okay, Grandma Caitlin.”

Grandma Caitlin was delighted and chuckled softly, covering her mouth. Laura quickly pulled Charlotte inside, saying, "Alright, you two, stop being so polite, come on in!"

"You are such a fussy kid."

Caitlin shook her head, smiled helplessly, and followed Laura and Charlotte inside.

"Old man, stop reading and come down, little Charlotte is here!"

"I know, I know..."

An elderly woman wearing reading glasses stood up from her rocking chair: "You must be Charlotte."

"Yes, nice to meet you."

"Yes, Laura has been taken care of by you at school."

"Oh, not at all. It's Laura who's been taking care of me."

萝拉在一边听着两人互相拉拉扯扯，实在是听不下去了：“好啦，你们两个别再搞这种没意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】的对话了！”

"Lola! Be a lady, don't shout."

Laura's grandfather frowned slightly, and Laura pouted, "No way, it's too tiring!"

Charlotte gave an awkward laugh, and Laura, realizing her mistake, quickly tried to salvage the situation: "I wasn't talking about you, Charlotte! I was saying, I was saying..."

“好啦，我知道萝拉没那个意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】的。”

Seeing that her best friend seemed a little unsure of what to say, Charlotte chuckled and smoothed things over.

Grandma Caitlin chimed in, "Alright, old man, go out and buy some groceries. I'm going to show off my skills today! Little Charlotte, you'll be eating here tonight."

"Then excuse me."

"Oh dear, what are you doing here...?"

Laura's grandfather stood up, picked up his coat, and said, "You all sit down first, I'll go buy groceries."

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Inside the patrol office, a flurry of activity was underway as intelligence was being gathered together. Mocha and his team were analyzing the data.

"With so many people, we can't possibly check them one by one."

One of them spoke up. Mocha shook his head: "I don't think that's necessary. In fact, even though we don't know the identities of two of the previous three victims, they all have one thing in common—they all died in places with relatively weak control."

He took out photos one by one: "Then we can exclude these people who live in the wealthy area."

"Then, according to the so-called 'fairness's' requirements, this is the most likely candidate."

Mocha pulled out a photo: "Former prosecutor, Randall."

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"Speaking of which, Laura, I don't even know your grandfather's name."

"My grandfather? My grandfather's name is Randall, and he was a prosecutor before he retired!"

Chapter 6 The past will eventually catch up.

As night fell, Laura's grandfather, Lantra, returned from grocery shopping, while Grandma Caitlin busied herself in the kitchen preparing the meal. The old lady was an excellent cook; the steaming aroma of the onion soup was incredibly appetizing. Sliced ​​ham was arranged on a plate, looking enticing even without much cooking. The vendor said it was made from imported black pigs from the Kingdom of Tria. As a warrior's kingdom, Tria boasted many excellent breeds of livestock.

"The roast chicken is ready!"

Caitlin brought the final main course to the table: "Okay, that's all, kids."

As they sat down, each person offered a prayer according to their own faith. Charlotte, a believer in the goddess of light, clasped her hands together and pressed them to her forehead. Lantra shared the same faith, while Caitlin and Laura, both believers in the goddess of night, drew a six-pointed star on their chests with their fingers.

Although everyone has their own beliefs, there is one sentence in the prayer that is very consistent: "Saint Messiah is your spokesperson walking in the world, and we praise His holiness and selflessness."

After she finished praying, Caitlin clapped her hands and said, "Alright, kids, come on, try my cooking!"

"Yeah! Delicious!"

Laura immediately grabbed a knife and fork, and Kuku, ever the show-off, said with her mouth full, "Charlotte, you've got to come to the Crystal Factory..."

Grandma Caitlin was somewhat exasperated by his slurred speech. Lantra frowned and said, "Swallow it before you speak."

"Cough cough..."

Laura quickly swallowed her food, but seemed to have eaten too fast and choked a little. She quickly drank two mouthfuls of soup to help her swallow.

"Charlotte, you must come often! My grandma only makes such delicious food when you come!"

"You girl."

Caitlin was somewhat helpless, but she was still very happy to see her granddaughter enjoying the food she had made.

The atmosphere at the dinner was very pleasant. Just as everyone had finished eating and was enjoying dessert, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Caitlin asked, puzzled, "Who is it so late at night?"

"I gonna go see."

Lantra stood up and went to the entrance: "Who is it?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Prosecutor Rantra."

A deep male voice came from outside the door. Lantra frowned: Looking for him? Why? He'd been retired for so many years; what could he possibly want?

Recalling the recent case on Narcissus Street, Lantra became somewhat wary: "You've got the wrong person. There's no Lantra here."

"Hehehe... Is that so?"

After a hoarse laugh, Lantra felt a blur before his eyes, then his body stiffened as he felt a sharp object pressing against his back.

"Don't move, Mr. Rantla, don't move."

The man chuckled softly, "I still have a lot to say to you, sir..."

"what!"

"grandfather!"

"..."

Charlotte and the others witnessed the scene. Caitlin couldn't help but scream, and Laura was also somewhat flustered. Charlotte was momentarily at a loss for what to do. She was indeed more mature than her peers, but she had never experienced anything like this before.

Moreover, judging from how this person suddenly appeared, he must also know magic, while the others present are all ordinary people.

This is dangerous.

"Caitlyn, don't come any closer."

"Mr. Lantra," Lantra said in a deep voice. Caitlin quickly shielded the two children behind her. The man laughed, "Mr. Lantra, there's no need to be so tense. I've come here only for you."

"...What do you want to say?"