Elven Reaper

"So, do you still insist that I killed this poor conductor?" Akto asked.

Immediately afterwards, he added: "In other words, do you still insist on taking me back to the Sheriff's Department and interrogating me?"

"Of course not, Mr. Magician, please do as you please. In the name of me, Viscount Bunir, you will never encounter any obstruction in Couric City." Bunir's pale face still showed ugly flattery. smile.

Akto nodded, turned to Hannibal and said: "Captain Hannibal, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

First of all, human principles have always been relative. When faced with a person with such a strong background, and speaking of principles, Hannibal is too rigid.

Secondly, his big boss had spoken, so Hannibal had no reason to stop him.

Hannibal also nodded and said in a deep voice: "You're welcome, Mr. Magician."

Akto turned and walked towards the Golden Rose Hotel, and the soldiers maintaining order automatically made way for him.

After walking a few steps, Akto turned back and said loudly: "Captain Hannibal, I sincerely hope that you can bring the real murderer to justice."

Hannibal turned to look at him and nodded subconsciously.

"But" Akto changed the topic, "I hope you can retain your useful body and benefit the citizens of Couric City more."

This statement is obvious. Akto knows that Hannibal is an outstanding young man with a strong sense of justice and great ability.

At the same time, he has strong principles.

This can be seen from the fact that he just looked at his boss with a look of disgust on his face without any concealment.

But being principled can also turn into shortcomings under certain conditions.

He didn't want this outstanding young man to have a direct confrontation with his boss, and end up getting involved with him in vain.

Hannibal opened his mouth half-open and nodded deeply to him.

Akto turned around and strode away.

Walk through two streets along the way, turn into Red Apple Street, and walk further to the street where the Golden Rose Hotel is located.

Akto was walking when suddenly, a man came out from the corner of the street and blocked his way.

This is a girl, wearing a professional skirt, with clear stockings wrapped around her pink legs, and delicate high heels on her feet. It is Vivian.

"Sir." Vivian seemed to have just done strenuous exercise and seemed a little out of breath as she spoke.

Akto raised his eyebrows and put a sunny smile on his face: "What's wrong, Miss?"

Vivian's face was flushed with unique youthful vitality.

Her expression was panicked, like a frightened deer.

Vivian looked around and saw that there were only a few pedestrians on the street, and no one seemed to be paying attention. She suddenly took Akto's arm and dragged him to the entrance of the alley.

She said nervously: "Sir, a group of soldiers from the Public Security Department forced their way into your guest room. It seems they want to change your courtesy."

Akto couldn't help but frown. It seemed that this Bunir was divided into two groups to deal with him.

But he didn't expect that since he was a magician, he would have a space ring, and all the rituals would be stored in the space ring.

What can you find when you go to your residence?

Vivian continued: "They found a standard short crossbow from your room."

Akto's face darkened. His grandmother's bear was very familiar with the tricks.

Vivian's voice continued to be heard in her ears: "Did you commit something, sir? Although they left after checking the guest room, I think they must have an ambush and are waiting for you to fall into a trap."

Akto looked at this serious girl and couldn't help but smile again on his face.

Vivian's long eyelashes and slender figure are somewhat similar to her sister Aaliyah.

It's just that his personality is simpler and more innocent than Alia's, and he doesn't have Alia's wisdom.

He said: "So lovely Miss Vivian, what do you want me to do?"

"I think you should not go back. Just leave. Don't get caught by them." Vivian replied.

Akto nodded: "I'm very grateful that you came to report to me, but I still want to ask a question."

"what"

"What if I am really a wanted criminal who has committed a heinous crime? Your actions can be said to be shielding criminals." Akto said with a smile.

This girl is too innocent.

Unexpectedly, Vivian didn't take it seriously at all and said, "You are so good-looking and have such a unique temperament. You are definitely not a wanted criminal."

Akto was speechless, is this the legendary beauty that equals justice?

Vivian continued: "Besides, even if you are a wanted criminal, you made a mistake accidentally and became a wanted criminal. How can such a good-looking person be a bad person?"

Acto:

Immediately, Akto turned around and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, miss, I've taken care of it. It'll be fine."

Vivian kept up with him, patted her chest with her soft little hands, and said with joy: "Is it true? I'll just say, sir, you don't look like a wanted criminal."

Back at the hotel, Vivian changed a room for Akto.

Lying on the bed, Akto took out the ticket he just bought.

The ticket was about the same size as a thousand-dollar Delian note, and was generally red in color. The background was a splendid palace and a towering stone tower.

The two words written in Common Language above are separated by arrows, and they are clearly from Couric City to Pok City.

Akto didn't want to cause trouble at all, he just wanted to reach Pok City as quickly as possible.

After lying down for a while, Akto got up.

It's still early to go to bed now, so why not go to the restaurant and have a token meal?

The building is six stories tall, with the restaurant on the fifth floor. Akto did not take the elevator and walked up the fire stairs.

When we reached the fifth floor, we opened the stair door and saw a magnificent sight.

Golden tablecloths, golden candlesticks, golden wine cabinets, and golden dining cars.

They are all rich in money, and only the polite waiters wear black overalls.

It's really the same as Mentou's appearance. Akto couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.

A sharp-eyed waiter had already spotted Akto, stepped forward and bowed gracefully, saying in a warm tone: "Hello, dear sir, please come in."

Akto sat down at the table by the window and ordered a fried steak and a bottle of the most expensive red wine.

People were coming and going in the restaurant, but the noise they made was surprisingly small. There was only the crisp "tapping" sound of the young waiters, their shiny black leather shoes, walking on the floor.

The steak was cooked very well, neither raw nor old, and smooth in the mouth.

Akto's back was straight, he held the knife elegantly, cut off a small piece of beef, and put it into his mouth with a fork.

Then he picked up the red wine glass and put it to his lips.

The eyes of several guests not far away have been attracted by him. Two young women looked at him from time to time and whispered something.

And because he was so handsome, he attracted attention.

My damn charm has nowhere to go. Akto thought.

Suddenly, Akto's hand holding the red wine glass froze.

In front of him, I don't know when, suddenly a person sat