Hearing the cry from downstairs, Kadov rounded his desk, pushed open the door, and then he and his guest heard the shouting coming from downstairs.
"Orlando is still so young! What has happened here?"
"We discovered it too late! Damn it!"
Descending the stairs to the hall, Kadov saw the young officer surrounded by several policemen: "It’s Orlando! What’s going on?"
"Chief Kadov, we just came in and found Orlando here, we were just trying to save him," said an officer who had stopped performing chest compressions, panting as he spoke.
"Why did you stop!" Kadov roared loudly.
"It’s a cerebral hemorrhage, chest compressions won’t save this condition, Chief," another officer said, removing his hand from Orlando’s forehead: "It’s too late, Chief, the blood has already filled the entire skull, and my spell formation can no longer have an effect."
"Oh my goddess, what has happened here!" Chief Kadov slapped his forehead, and at this moment, he thought of his guest: "Mr. Mischael, please leave first."
"No problem, Your Excellency, but it seems I’ll have to give another condolence payment as well," Mischael said, skillfully pulling out a checkbook and starting to fill in the numbers.
The morning sun at that moment streamed through the windows, its light and shadows breaking the hall into pieces, and Kadov, standing in the shadows, looked at the young man bathed in sunlight with self-reproach—he had once thought this young man was just a lucky kid who had benefited from others.
But now it seemed, he had truly become a gentleman.
Clovis sat in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection; if it had been before, Clovis would have thought herself so ugly and would sit there filled with resentment all afternoon.
But today, her heart was filled with joy and excitement—because she had discovered that her beast transformation was being suppressed.
Yes, suppressed; before she had to trim the white hair in her ears and on her neck every week, otherwise the hair in these two spots would grow uncontrollably.
But now it had been half a month, and although the hair was still growing, it showed no signs of growing wildly, and the deadly whispering had not occured for a long time; Clovis had told her foster father, who researched it day and night but still had no clue, and to this moment, he still confined himself in the research room of the Mage Association.
But what he did not realize was that his daughter had already guessed the reason—it was Malin.
Because of Malin, Jessica had made a breakthrough from the shackles of her bloodline; because of Malin, Faye had become a Six-ring Mage.
Now, she had to add herself to that list.
How wonderful, Clovis smiled happily like a fool.
"There’s a visitor! There’s a visitor!" The domestic fairy began to call out from downstairs.
Clovis quickly put on her coat and rushed downstairs, curious to greet Lillim: "Did you think to come over to play with me today?"
"I’m bored, everyone’s busy, and I thought you might be free, so let’s go shopping," she said.
Perhaps she answered too quickly, Lillim narrowed her eyes at Clovis, "You seem to have never answered so swiftly before. Are you happy about something?"
"Ah, this...," Clovis blurted out the changes that had taken place within her, her joy also igniting Lillim’s happiness: "That’s wonderful, I’ve always wanted to become a Magician, and following Mr. Malin, it seems I might be able to fulfill my wish too!"
"Then let me congratulate you first, come on, wait for me to change my coat, and we’ll go out for some fun."
The girls happily discussed their forthcoming merry journey. Clovis donned a new coat, and after the Domestic Fairy closed the door behind them, the two girls hopped into the carriage.
"I never thought that the Sheringham family’s Lillim would be walking with a half-beast person," the Half-human in charge of confirmation in the Church of Justice’s surveillance team frowned watching them get on the carriage: "The touring carriage is the north-south Route Seventeen, they must be heading to the Central District. The spring academic break really is wonderful, it reminds me of my own childhood."
"Your childhood, if I recall, was nothing but a young rascal’s foolery," laughed his teammate and recorder, a Gnome with large feet: "But I recognize that rabbit, the old fellow’s adopted daughter, named Clovis. Although she’s a half-beast Tobian rabbit, she’s unexpectedly resilient, heard she’s also that young gentleman’s close confidant."
"Speaking of that young gentleman, I’m very curious, his companions include Werewolves, rabbits, little lambs, Elves, and leopards, doesn’t he have any normal females?" The Half-human said, stretching out his hand to work the light signal device by the window; he needed to notify other teams to monitor and protect the little lamb from the Sheringham family—after all, it was confirmed that the perpetrator was targeting the descendants of the Thirty Braves.
"You mean to say the young gentleman is still missing a Half-human girl or a Gnome girl? Could he handle that?" The recorder asked with a laugh: "I don’t think our kind would win favor; we’re utterly incomparable, my old chum."
"Always the one to tell it how it is, but this guy is truly lucky. When I was studying, the girls in my class looked as manly as the boys, so much that for a while, my dreams of spring and nightmares were indistinguishable."
"Damn, now that you mention it, I can relate, too terrifying," agreed the Gnome.
The Gnome and the Half-human reached a consensus on this issue.
Completely oblivious that their conversation was also transmitted via the light signal device.
And without realizing that, apart from the fifteen observation stations, their discussion of nightmares had also been observed.
"Observation Station Seventeen is the Half-human Jacob and the Gnome Jack, right?" said the Dwarf observer with a smile.
"Yeah, those are the two. What on earth are those idiots thinking?" replied the Wood Elf, flipping through the ledger while adding a note to their schedule: "Oh, right, a second summoning response seems to have occurred in the North Summoning Area."
"I told you, that giant kid would absolutely mess up the Array. Just hope it doesn’t lead to big trouble."
"It shouldn’t, after all, His Excellency the Assistant Priest and Mr. Malin are there. The latter is someone who could slaughter his way through Parol City."
At this point, the Dwarf burst into laughter; both he and his recorder had seen the frantic signal language of Observation Station Fourteen: "The ladies have seen it! Those two are dead meat now!"
"Stop laughing, here comes the carriage," the Wood Elf’s reminder made the Dwarf refocus, and they watched as the carriage passed through their street and then began to communicate with the next surveillance area’s outpost.
"By the way, do you think the murderer would target a little lamb?" the Dwarf asked while peering at his old friend.
"Who knows. But my teacher always said, never try to reason with a murderer." The Wood Elf sighed, scribbling down the itinerary of the little lamb, "But if I were the murderer, I would definitely not touch this lamb. Her boyfriend is that young gentleman; I wouldn’t want to make a future Legendary hero my archenemy. Life’s hard enough, let’s not make it any harder."
Then he looked up and saw a flash of fire from the North, along with the sound of an explosion: "My goodness, what’s going on now."
"Who knows, what on earth did that giant kid mess up," the Dwarf said, hands on hips, shaking his head and staring at the once-again brightly exploding flames in the distance, his face full of concern: "I bet that kid’s grade in Array class is doomed."