Halandier took out a small bag of chickpeas from the paper bag, washed it, put it in a casserole with pig's trotters, and the meat rolled together. The water vapor "popped" out of the small holes on the lid of the pot, and the pleasant fragrance immediately spread.

It is naturally incomparable to human restaurants in the sewer, but at this time he can't be picky... He stared at the steam coming out, and sometimes looked at the washed vegetables at hand, hesitating whether he should put a tomato in it.

Less than an hour ago, the Bureau of Investigation returned the purchased dinner when he sent him away. Before leaving, Melros reminded him to wear the hexagram armband and issued him a certificate. Halandil walked through the street in front of the Bureau with a full bag of food. He saw the entire team of city defense forces, under the command of the military police, digging out the humans hidden in the sewer like gophers, tied them with ropes to line up and walk forward.

Several squads of extraordinary people, composed entirely of elves, stood downstairs in straight uniforms and boots, as cold as sculptures in front of ancient ruins. An elves officer saw Harandil passing by and immediately called him.

"You, stop."

Even if there is no armband on the arm to distinguish identities, the shorter ears, which are more skewed towards humans, they also distinguish the characteristics of half-elves.

Several half-elves of the city defense force immediately surrounded them. They did not ask questions or listen to the explanation. They first checked Halandier's ID, then searched their bodies and checked their food pockets.

"Captain, he holds a certificate from the Bureau of Investigation."

Hearing this, the elves standing at the intersection waved their hand and let Halandier over. His colleagues were busy not far away, gathering the captured half-elves. Miss Lulushi, whom she met yesterday, was also in the team where she was arrested. She and many of her companions who lived in veterans' dormitories, were wearing gray coats and lowered their heads for examination.

It seems that the strawberry supply in Canaan will be short of a period of time... Halandir's eyes were intertwined with her, and they all silently moved away.

At this time, Corporal Pilolo and a few half-elves were taken out of the Bureau of Investigation. The gendarmes escorted them and pushed them to the square not far away and stood in line.

An elf officer shouted: "Purify."

The other elf poured two sips of wine into his mouth and took out the red oak wand. His chanting was so fast that before Halandil had left, a bright light of fire illuminated the streets of dusk.

He heard a familiar and unfamiliar sound, and several fireballs bite the flesh and make a squeak. The half-elf wrapped in flames rolled on the ground. The sharp screams subsided in a blink of an eye, leaving a few pieces of black coke on the ground.

There was a strange and disgusting smell of flesh in the air. A figure rushed out in the queue waiting for inspection, lifting a manhole cover on the ground and about to drill in. The military police rushed over immediately, and the elves were watching him leisurely from a distance. When he hurriedly lifted the manhole cover, an elf pulled out a dagger and threw it over. The half-elves fell to the ground with a pounce, and sprayed blood on the ground like an orange that was broken and was stepped on.

Halandil walked past from a distance with his head down. On the charred and smoked corpse, he could see crystal-like crystal-like substances precipitating out and condensing.

This is a characteristic possessed by the extraordinary. After death, it will be quickly precipitated to retain the power of the extraordinary. Even the lowest-level sequence 9 extraordinary will leave a crystal the size of a nail.

When the scene became quiet, the elves present nodded to the soldiers and asked them to pick up the extraordinary characteristics that were precipitated from the corpse.

...

Halandil didn't know how he returned to his residence.

He cooked the broth and silently placed two pieces of bread and tableware on the dining table, sat down in his seat, staring at the door in a daze.

Soon, Pilottis came back. She was wearing a black uniform of the Bureau of Investigation, armbands, long silver hair that reached the waist was tied into a ponytail and draped behind her head, and was carrying a big backpack, not knowing what it contained inside.

"Ah, it smells so good," the girl leaned her head at the door, and saw Halandir sitting by the dining table and the dinner set up. The smile on her face immediately bloomed like a snow lotus on the top of the mountain. "Why are you waiting for me?"

"I'm thinking about how to drink all the soup by myself~" Halandir raised his lips, but he couldn't outline his smile. "Why can you come back tonight? Don't you need to stay up late to work?"

"Of course I'm coming back to get some clothes!" The investigator threw the big bag onto the sofa, jumped and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands, then sat upright across the dining table, looking at the soup and bread, "There will be a few days of searching, and the superiors will approve me to come back and prepare and then go back quickly. Give me some delicious food!"

"Yeah." Halandir responded and handed over the supper.

The investigator took the soup plate, lifted up the silver hair hanging from his ear with one hand, and started drinking it quickly.

"Your skills are good, I can open a store now! If you can still find customers."

"Well," Halandir responded softly, "Have you caught a lot of people?"

"Yes, most of them are isolated, and all those who have connections with the cult are identified and arrested. The Bureau of Investigation and the Military have asked them to expose each other, and the opportunity is only given to the most active ones."

Corporal Pilolo must be one of the believers who did not get the chance... Halandil's brow twitched.

The investigator picked out the meat from the plate and put it on Halandil's plate: "You eat it, I smelled it all the way and was still disgusting now. These tomatoes are so delicious, it would be even better if there were more!"

Her cheerful tone became a little depressed: "So far, only half-elves and humans are still infected by evil beliefs. It is said that fanatical believers can resist confessions and spiritual curse, and they cannot ask anything. The official decided not to waste time and ask directly about their extraordinary qualities."

"Is it effective?" asked Halandir.

"Effective. Extraordinary traits will retain a little memory of the host. Although it is broken and messy, it may hide key information, and the path to the truth will be paved with the expert's knowledge. However, this kind of thing is very dangerous. The process of exploring memory may touch some high-level existences in the spiritual world and corrupt the observer's mind. Moreover, technically, only those casters and extraordinary people who have mastered high-level spells and specific paths are capable of doing this."

"Well, what does that evil existence want? Do you develop half-elves and human believers?" Halandil asked, almost blurting out the word "dominate".

"How could I know this~"

The two suddenly fell silent. Neat steps came from the street downstairs, and miserable screams came from afar. Hearing this sound, the investigator's wife seemed very nervous, and her hands holding the spoon were trembling faintly.

Soon, footsteps came from the stairs. Halandier stood up and walked towards the door. While walking, he turned around and said to the girl:

"I'll tell you a joke. Do you know what is the greatest happiness of living in Canaan?"

The girl thought for a while: "With the loved one, I have prepared supper every day when I go home? Wait, why is this a joke?"

The door was knocked hard, and a voice shouted outside: "Open the door, the city defense force checked the diazine!"

Halandil opened the door. Outside the door were several city defense soldiers, holding several scrolls in their hands, with portraits and several paragraphs of text.

"Are you Hannis?" asked the city defense force, and as he opened the scroll and compared it with the portrait on it.

"No, Hannis is next door," said Halandil, then he took a step back and shook his head at Pilottis's Bureau uniform hanging from the back of his chair.

The city defense forces looked into the house, then nodded and left quickly. Halandier closed the door and returned to the dining table. As soon as he sat down, shouts, beatings and scolding came from outside the wall.

The two of them slowly chewed the bread. After a while, after the movements next door calmed down, Halandir slowly said, "Just like before."

"This is not funny at all!" The investigator picked up the bread and knocked it on his head.

Indeed, it was not funny at all to the parties involved... Halandir couldn't help but sigh for his sad humor.

After a while, Pilottis put down the soup plate and held his cheeks with both hands: "I'm sorry, Halan, I've brought you a bad place. The Canaan I remember is not like this..."

It's not your fault. Halandir shook his head: "I think it's much better than staying on the front line of life and death."

"But, this place is so chaotic and cruel..."

Halandir reached out and patted the girl on the shoulder: "What matters is not where to go, but who to go with."

The two were silent again.

"You are so good at talking~ Where did you learn it?" The investigator wiped the corners of his eyes, got up and went to the sofa to open his backpack.

The big backpack was filled with exquisite soft armor and helmets, and bright red liquid flowed through the network like meridians. This was a set of ghost equipment.

"Halan, run away with me. Let's go tonight now!"

...

It has been a long way to escape from the city of Canaan. Halandil and Pilottis have taken a carriage and then walked into the forest on foot and ran south with the cover of the woods. The vast and mysterious forest can block the invasion of foreign enemies, but a few stowaways can still cross the border of Canaan.

They came to a clearing in the forest, not too far from the human territory in the south. There was the Sevasto region of the Kingdom of Baierland, a vast and vast field.

“How far is we?”

"We are still three hours away and we are not being followed. It should be safe. Let's take a break first," the investigator stopped. "Before that, I want to ask you a few questions."

Halandil stood still and nodded to Pilotis.

The girl looked at him as if she wanted to see through her soul: "In my impression, you are a firm and responsible companion. Although you can be together for not long, as long as you can hear your voice and know that you and I are on the same battlefield, I feel very at ease.

"Halan, I don't know why, but there is such a feeling in my heart. I want to be with you and let you leave your cruel fate."

Harandil listened silently.

Pilottis became more and more excited as he spoke:

"Until recently, this feeling became stronger. You are still you, the breath and feeling are the same, but some places are strange. In the past, you were very melancholy and didn't pick on food, let alone make a delicious supper. Now you give me a different feeling in some places. In comparison, I think you are better now. During the days with you, you will think of you for a few minutes. But, I know something from the cultists. I must know-

"Who are you? Or, what are you?"

Before Halandier could answer, violent energy fluctuations appeared in the forest. In the dark, an invisible silk thread connected Halandier to the distance. Immediately afterwards, a crack appeared out of thin air in the clearing ground in the forest, tearing the scene apart like a black hole.

Melros walked out of the plane rift. Four elves were followed by, who surrounded the investigator Miss, one after another, unfolded the shield. The howling magic balls roared and rotated beside them, and the terrifying pressure even made the air tremble.

Melros nodded at Halandil, walked forward and blocked him behind him, looking at the panicked Pilotis:

“I want to know too—
Chapter completed!