Chapter 455

"The other party doesn't know magic?" Sherlock tilted his head and said tentatively.

"That's right!" Owen said, clapping his hands, "So how did someone who doesn't know magic sneak into Saint Laurent without anyone noticing?"

"What do you mean!?" Sherlock heard this and widened his eyes, "Although I want to say it's unlikely, but as of now... the other party has only this method."

"Yeah." Owen nodded. "Thank you for your help. When you went upstairs, did you see the suspect's body shape?"

"As for the body shape..." Sherlock held his chin and pondered for a long time, and then said: "Let me think about it... When I went upstairs, I was able to look at the other party at eye level when I stood on the steps, proving that the other party's height should not be tall..."

"The body shape is like a child, right?"

"Yeah." Sherlock nodded, "You can understand it this way. After all, he is much shorter than me, and he really doesn't look like an adult."

"Then... the other party should not be human." Owen said this, his face sank.

"Although I don't want to speculate in that direction, it is obvious that 'that thing' may be back."

"That thing?" Sherlock looked at Owen puzzledly.

"Well, Miss Sherlock, you can choose to live in the police station these days. You can be absolutely safe here. It's not too late to leave after the storm is over, as a reward for providing us with such critical intelligence."

Owen said this and was about to go out, but Sherlock stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Owen, do you mean that I can leave now?"

"Uh... at least until tomorrow, if something goes wrong, we still have to find you." Owen asked puzzledly: "What's wrong? Miss Sherlock, are you not used to living here?"

"Not really." Sherlock shook his head. "I just think that I don't need to stay here. I will always be useful in this kind of thing. Let me contribute to the empire."

"..."Owen glanced at Sherlock and then turned away.

He opened the door and said:

"In this case, I will not force you to stay. You can leave tomorrow." After saying this, Owen closed the door and walked out.

Sherlock saw that Owen agreed to him, and then he relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, this kind of place is so depressing, only ghosts can live there."

Having said this, she returned to the desk in the room and sat down.

"Besides, I still have my own things to do."

Chapter 93: Getting up in the morning

"You mean, there is a ghost among the guards guarding the city?" Odysseus looked at Owen who came to report the news, with an unbelievable look on his face.

"Yes." Owen nodded, and then told Odysseus all the information he knew.

"Is that so... It seems that what Arthas said is really true."

Having said this, Odysseus stood up and paced back and forth in the same place, as if he was thinking about something.

Then, as if he had figured it out, he stood up straight.

"In this case, we must first eliminate the termites that are embedded in the empire, otherwise it will be impossible to catch the real murderer."

"But the problem lies here, how can we catch him? If we directly interrogate the entire city defense force, the entire city defense system will definitely be paralyzed in a short period of time."

Odysseus seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking Owen, but Owen didn't know how to answer, so he could only be stunned.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I can't answer this question either."

"I don't think so."

At this time, a voice sounded again next to him.

Alsace walked in from outside.

After directing the focus of public opinion to the Orchid Tavern, Alsace had slowly resumed his duties.

"Father, don't forget that it's not just the current city defense forces that can take over the defense and security of the city."

"Alsace, do you mean to let the army take over the defense of Saint Laurent City?"

"We don't even trust our own army. Do you think it would be better to replace it with those recruited soldiers?"

"I don't dare to make a conclusion whether it will be better, but there shouldn't be a worse situation than letting it go like this." Alsace said.

Then, he came between Owen and Odysseus.

"Captain Owen, you also came from the Knights. You must know what the army looks like. Soldiers with a short military service may have some problems, but if it is a unit that the generals in the army can trust, then there must be no problem."

"My idea is very simple. It just so happens that the border has stabilized now, and the army has slowly returned to its original station. We will select the most elite troops from the army to replace here. What do you think?"

"Even if the other party is so powerful, it is impossible to find an insider in a closed military camp."

Owen nodded when he heard what Alsace said.

"Your Majesty, the prince's plan should be feasible. The empire's army, especially the elite troops, usually live in the barracks and have no contact with the outside world. In addition, they have always adhered to the principle of obeying orders, so they should be more trustworthy."

"..." Hearing this, Odysseus glanced at the two of them and then sighed.

"I know that you think this method is good from the perspective of efficiency, and I can understand that."

"But sometimes, not everything in the empire is viewed this way."

Odysseus said this, shook his head, came to the two people, and patted them on the shoulders.

"Listen to me on this matter, don't let the army interfere."

Then he left here and rushed to the hall to handle government affairs.

...

"Good morning."

Early in the morning, Orson had just gotten up when he heard a cold greeting from the side, which scared him.

He then turned his head and saw the purple-haired elf beside him.

"You are that..." Orson looked at the familiar face of the other party and began to search for the memory in his mind.

Looking at Orson's action, Afro's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

Osen clearly recognized him before he introduced himself, but he still wanted to now?

Either Orson's head was broken, or he was deliberately teasing him.

In the second half of the night yesterday, Elsa couldn't stand it anymore, so she called Afro, an elf, to keep watch for her, and she went to sleep in a side room.

Orson was really brave, he dared to let the princess sleep in the side room of the palace, and he slept in the main room.

Fortunately, elves don't need too much sleep, and Afro is used to waking up in the middle of the night, so she didn't mind keeping watch.

"You are Afro, right, Elsa's... little... uh, secretary?" Orson thought for a while and then said.

At first, Orson wanted to say that he was a little follower, but suddenly he thought that this word didn't seem good. Elves are a proud race, and it sounds disrespectful to say that others are the appendages of another person, so Orson quickly changed his words.

Seeing that Orson still remembered her, Afro was relieved.

"Huh, I thought you lost your memory after sleeping. It's me. What's wrong?"

"Why are you here? Wasn't it Elsa who was here yesterday?"

"Should I say you are careless... or should I say you are rude?" Afro said this with some dissatisfaction in her tone.

"I'm talking to you. You don't really think that you can sleep in the main room of the princess's palace just because you are injured, and let the princess keep watch for you all night."

"Of course not. Didn't I agree that I will move out today?" Orson said this and scratched his head.

"So, you were pulled here temporarily by Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

"Well, our elves have a relatively small need for sleep. We only need one-sixth of the time to sleep every day to be energetic. It is normal to not sleep for two or three days or sleep for only one hour occasionally, unlike you humans."

"Is that why you have so much time to study academics?" Orson asked.

"You can understand it this way. After all, elves are long-lived, and they are awake for longer every day. If you don't find something to study hard, you will go crazy sooner or later." Afro shrugged.

"... I'm really curious about what the library of your elves is like. With so much time to study, the academic value of the works must be much higher than that of humans."

Orson sighed, then sat up from the bed, folded the quilt neatly, and sat on the sofa in the room.

Afro was shocked when he saw Orson's move.

Yesterday, in order to check Orson's wound, his shirt was stripped off. Although the wound was bandaged later, it made people feel even more strange.

Especially when he turned his back to Afro, it can be seen that Orson's figure, which is usually covered by gorgeous clothes, is actually not bad at all.

If this scene was seen by the elf lady from Orson's support club, I'm afraid she would have a cardiac arrest and fall to the ground now.

After realizing that she had been staring at Orson for a long time, Afro coughed twice and then turned her head away.

Orson didn't care about it. He found his clothes on the sofa and changed into them without hesitation.

"Afro, please say hello to Her Highness Elsa for me. I have to go out first."

"Wait... Orson..."

However, when Afro turned around and was about to call Orson, Orson's figure had disappeared.

Chapter 94: Waited for a long time

"Oh, you said Orson left, it's okay." Sitting in the study, Elsa heard Afro's report and said nonchalantly.

Then, she raised her head.

"I forgot to tell you, Afro, if someone asks you about Orson, do me a favor and tell him that he is resting in his room and outsiders should not disturb him at will. If the other party really wants to see Orson, tell me."

"Why do you have to do this, Princess? If Orson wants to go out in his current situation, it is okay to report to His Majesty, right?"

"If I report to my father, he will send people to "protect" him constantly. What he wants to do is relatively secretive, so it is not convenient for others to follow him."

Elsa put down the book in her hand and stood up.

"Anyway, let's tidy up Orson's room first, at least it should look like someone has lived there."

"Okay." Afro heard this and sighed.

It seems that Orson had to do something without telling His Majesty's eyes, but Elsa, who was also a member of the royal family, agreed with Orson's approach.

It seems that Orson and Elsa should have reached some kind of secret agreement.

The two tidied up the room assigned to Orson. From today on, Orson's daily life will be entirely in the hands of Afro. In this huge palace, the only person who can make Elsa feel at ease is Afro, an outsider.

In the room assigned to Orson, the two were tidying up the room to make it look like someone had lived in it.

As if to find some topics, Elsa looked at Afro and spoke first.

"Afro, do you remember that I borrowed a set of clothes from you before?"

"Ah, I remember that set was given to you." Afro looked at Elsa in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Guess how Orson got out?"

"He's so powerful, how would I know how he slipped out? Anyway, he disappeared when I turned around."

Afro said while tidying up the sheets.

"Hehe, actually..."

...

A gate somewhere in the palace.

The soldiers on duty at the gate rotate in three shifts, guarding the core of the empire day and night. The problems that have occurred in the imperial city these days have forced them to be ten times more alert and guard against any suspicious people sneaking into the palace.

But compared with the strict entry policy of the palace, the exit policy is much more relaxed.

At this moment, a girl in a black dress walked from the palace to the side door.

The passage for dignitaries to enter the palace to pay homage is the main gate, and this is the passage for the palace servants to go out to buy supplies.

These days, fewer people have walked through this door, because of the rumors in the city, various palaces and royal family members have also begun to stockpile supplies.

The guard with his hand on the door heard the footsteps behind him and turned his head quickly.

The moment he saw the girl, a guard frowned.

It's not that the girl is not pretty. On the contrary, her facial features are very delicate. Her long black hair falls behind her like a waterfall. Her purple eyes are like gorgeous gems. She is dressed elegantly and looks like a lady.

But the problem is that she is too tall. She is almost as tall as the two rough soldiers.

They have seen maids coming out of the palace before. Most of them are small and cute. They should have an impression of such a tall maid.