It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 With the identity of the patrol captain, Roman quickly led everyone through the guard line and entered the noble area.

　　 Although it is still dawn, many people have already got up to check the situation outside. Roman saw a thin, middle-aged man at a glance. He couldn't help but walked over with his eyes bright.

The middle-aged man wore a coat studded with gold edging casually, and he was holding an Illot cigar, which is said to be only qualified to smoke by nobles. This thing costs a gold coin, and ordinary people don’t even think about it. .

　　 The middle-aged man was leaning on the door frame and looking at the guards coming and going around, yawning from time to time, his expression seemed very unpleasant, when he saw Roman walking towards this side, his brows were slightly frowned.

　　 Roman walked down the steps not far from the middle-aged man, stroking his chest with one hand and the back of his back, bending over to salute, and then said:

　　 "Good morning, dear Lord Ole."

　　 The middle-aged man named Ole obviously also recognizes Roman, but being awakened so early obviously makes his mood not so good. Although his tone is lazy, he has a faint impatience:

　　 "Oh, Roman, what happened to this peaceful town, even the guards were alarmed, or is your patrol already incompetent to such an extent?"

　　 The middle-aged man's words were not polite, but Roman lowered his head slightly, and still said respectfully:

"I'm extremely sorry for interrupting your rest, Your Highness Ole, in fact we are arresting a prisoner, but please rest assured that the chief takes this matter very seriously and has personally led the team to search for it. I believe it will not be long, Dora The town will return to its former calm."

　　 Ole nodded, stretched out his hand to stroke his somewhat messy hair, and said with some dissatisfaction:

　　 "Huh, a prisoner in a small area has dispatched so many people. You are becoming more and more incompetent! Oh, maybe I should really consider letting my uncle remove you. Those dirty mercenaries are better than you."

　　 Roman face down, twitched the corner of his mouth, licked his lips, then quickly recovered his calmness, and continued to say respectfully:

　　 "Extremely sorry, this is our negligence."

"Hmph, waste is waste. While you still have some value, hurry up and use your residual heat, or wait for me to tell uncle, you will wait to grab food with those uncles, get out of it if nothing happens, and I have to go back and make it up. At a glance, my Alice is still waiting for me."

　　 After speaking, Ole turned around and was about to walk into the house, but at this moment, Roman's voice came again:

　　 "Please rest assured, we will definitely protect the safety of the nobles and will never let similar things happen again!"

As soon as 　　's voice fell, I saw Ole's foot that had half stepped into the door suddenly paused, and then turned to look at Roman, his drowsiness had disappeared in his eyes, and he asked a little hastily:

　　 "What did you just say? Something similar? Our safety?"

　　 Roman smiled secretly, originally he was afraid that he was too tactful, and because his IQ was too late to react, it seemed that he still underestimated the degree of cherishment of these nobles for his life.

　　 However, Roman still pretended to be innocent and froze for a moment, as if he was hesitant to speak.

　　 Seeing Roman’s expression, Ole felt even more uneasy. He couldn't even care about the elegance of the nobles. He threw his cigar into the garden beside him, and then asked eagerly:

　　 "What the **** is going on, tell me quickly, otherwise you won't have to do it as the patrol captain!"

　　Roman's face became more and more embarrassed, pretending to be embarrassed, but he stared at the cigar from the corner of his eyes.

　　 Damn, just throw away a cigar worth half a month's salary?

　　 Yes, Roman's salary is only two gold coins a month.

Moreover, since coming to this world, let alone cigarettes, Roman has not even picked up a cigarette butt. The civilians smoked the unknowingly-contained soil smoke. After taking a sip, Roman almost didn't spit out his soul. Go, as for the cigar that Ole smokes, there is no special channel for the nobles, and Dora can't get it at all in a small place like Dora. This makes Roman who was a senior smoker in his previous life slander.

　　 Right now, this cigar, which was worth half a month's salary and looked good, was just thrown away. Even though it was the critical moment of Huyou Ole, Roman couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment, feeling like a knife.

　　 However, Roman still distinguished the priorities and forcibly pulled his attention away from the cigar, then turned his head and signaled the players behind him to stand a little further, and then lowered his voice and said to Ole:

　　 "My lord, the general director didn't let us publicize it, for fear of causing panic among the adults, but now that the adults asked, the subordinates had to tell the truth and ask the adults to keep it secret for the subordinates."

　　 Ole frowned and urged impatiently:

　　 "If you tell me, just say, no matter how much nonsense, Gehry can't control me!"

　　Roman nodded and said yes, and then added more eloquence to what happened last night.

When Ole heard George’s head silently appearing in Baron Kohler’s room, his face suddenly paled a bit. Finally, Roman said that the murderer had the motive to commit the crime again, and he might be hiding in the noble area. Lai was unsteady all over. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 He leaned on the railing on the side and took a few breaths, calmed his mind, and when he turned his head and looked at the door of his house, his eyes were involuntarily panicked.

Maybe, maybe the murderer was in his own home, hiding in his closet, or in the attic, peeping at himself in an invisible shadow, observing himself, maybe the **** was still thinking about killing himself, then , Next time the head that appears on the window sill of the uncle, will it be me?

　　 There are not many people living in the noble area. Who can guarantee that he will not be selected by him? And this is related to his own Jingui's life.

　　I am different from those untouchables. They die when they die. Anyway, they are not worth money. I am a nobleman. Although there is no official title, what about when the old Kohler is dead?

　　 At least I can get a lot of inheritance, I guess I can have 10,000 gold coins? No, no, that old thing is very thief, definitely more than that, maybe there are 20,000, no, definitely 20,000.

The old thing should be alive soon. The last time I saw him, I felt that he was going to die. It’s better that the murderer killed him this time, so that my good days will come. No, I’ve had a good time these days. Brew for a while and cry a little bit sadly when the time comes, but don't let the **** Anton steal the limelight...

Roman looked at Ole, who had been standing for a long time, with a speechless expression. Since Roman finished speaking, Ole fell into silence, watching the various expressions on his face changing back and forth, fear, sadness, and excitement... . Seven or eight kinds of complex expressions are mixed together, changing alternately in just ten seconds, just like Jin Carey possessed.

　　Rao is that Roman himself has read countless people, and he can't really guess where Ole's thinking has spread.