At the Sarn Police Station, Carl sat at one side of the desk in the office, recording identity information and the details of the case with the assistance of local police officers.

"Name!"

"Carl Iris"

"age"

"14, no, 15 years old"

Hearing Carl's age, the police officer in charge of recording straightened up, trying to make himself look taller.

But even so, Carl was still about the same height as him when he sat in the chair.

"Why are children nowadays developing so abnormally?"

Muttering quietly, the police officer pulled out a piece of paper from the pile of documents next to him in an annoyed manner, and then filled out another application on it.

Bringing minors to the police station to testify requires more complicated procedures, because there is also a treaty similar to the Minors Protection Law on the continent of Khorvaire.

After asking his colleague to stamp the document, the police officer sat down opposite Karl again and continued to ask:

"Are you sure you saw someone wearing the same style of windbreaker as the victim leaving the crime scene? The corridor was very dark because of its location, and ordinary people should not be able to see what happened there."

Twirling the pen in his hand, the officer showed obvious doubt about what Carl said near the crime scene.

Children can't lie? As a senior police officer with more than ten years of experience, he scoffed at this statement.

Children's words are the most untrustworthy. Who knows what outrageous things they will lie about? It's as if no one has ever been a child! 'And this kid has a tiefling female companion. Who knows if he wants to show off in front of her for some weird idea...'

The police officer looked at Carl with undisguised suspicious eyes, and became even more suspicious of the information Carl had provided before.

"Emm, in fact, I am a holder of the Exploration Dragon Mark, and I have dark vision,"

Sensing the other party's suspicion through his psychic power, Carl cursed inwardly, cursed his bad luck, then undressed, revealing the dragon pattern on his shoulder.

"I should have stayed out of this case. The identity of the dead guy seems to be questionable."

Looking at the rapidly changing expressions on the police officers' faces, Karl thought with some regret in his heart.

Taking this opportunity to scan the police station, Carl noticed that most of the police officers in the station were looking in this direction.

But this was not because Carl revealed his identity as a dragon mark holder.

These police officers had been paying attention to this side long before he and Hope were brought back to the police station.

After much thought, Carl could only conclude that the special identity of the deceased victim caused these people to behave in this way.

"Hiss~"

Just then, the police officer opposite gasped.

"Hey! Mr. Karl, I'm sorry that I doubted your words just now. Well, besides what you mentioned before, are there any other details you need to talk about?"

The police officer quickly wrote down the details of the case that Carl had mentioned before on the form based on his memory, put on a "gentle" expression, and continued to ask.

"It should be gone."

After explaining everything he could remember, Carl closed his eyes and recalled it, then nodded in confirmation.

Soon, the police officer came back with Hope, and after completing the formalities for Carl and the other man, he let them go.

As the two men walked out of the police station, several people in windbreakers walked into the police station with their companions.

…

"Now I understand why you said that cases and spies are the specialties of Sarn when you introduced it to me."

In a dessert shop near the police station, Hope was eating ice cream while sighing.

At least her scoop of ice cream wasn't much smaller than the one in Carl's hand.

"Ha, that's because you haven't been to Breland's capital, Woot. When I went there to sell magic props, I saw a spy being caught with my own eyes."

Carl shrugged, looking as if he was used to it.

The nation of Breland is now in a period of great historical change.

Because the previous king of Breland made a very stupid mistake during the Last War, which caused the Kingdom of Breland to suffer extremely tragic losses, the residents of the capital of Breland broke into the palace and almost captured the king of Breland and beheaded him.

The impact of this incident was extremely significant, and the royal power of Breland has not been able to rise up in the country to this day.

Today, although the king's son is still on the throne, the entire Kingdom of Breland is completely controlled by the Parliament.

Everyone believes that once the current king dies, the Kingdom of Breland will quickly enter a republic under the arrangement of Parliament, and the president will be elected by the people.

It is precisely because of this situation that external forces and domestic royalists have caused turmoil in the country.

Assassinations and murders have become commonplace in the country's major cities, and the detective industry and local police force have become unprecedentedly powerful.

Hope licked the last bit of the creamy ice cream with his hot tongue and breathed a sigh of relief, as if he really liked this dessert.

"Okay, let's find a hotel to stay in. I think this area is pretty good. It's so close to the police station, so there shouldn't be many thieves or the like."

Handing his half-eaten ice cream to Hope, Carl stood up and took Hope to a nearby magic materials store.

He felt that he needed to prepare some less conspicuous weapons for self-defense.

Entering the magic material store, Carl selected a few materials with ease.

The owner looked at the list of materials that Karl purchased, and said directly to Karl: “There is a processing table in the store. Do you want to make it directly here? Or I can do it for you.”

"I can do it myself. It's not a big deal."

When Carl heard that there was a processing table in the store, his face lit up with joy.

He was worrying about whether he could make the props in the hotel after he found it, but it turned out that this store had its own processing table.

Putting the metal into the crucible to melt, Carl used a lathe to process the wood into small wooden sticks about 15 inches long and then evenly separated them in the middle vertically.

Then, he made the magic beast's hair into a wand core and put it into the wooden stick.

Finally, he used the Wizard's Hand to control the liquefied metal, and before it solidified, he embedded it into the cracks of the wooden stick and carved magic patterns.

"Tsk, you're an expert! Is your friend an artificer?"

The owner stood at the door with his shoulders folded, watching Carl's operation, and turned his head to confirm with Hope who was sitting behind Carl.

"Uh, yes."

It was the first time that Hope was approached by a stranger, and he seemed very uncomfortable.

But after saying this, the shopkeeper stopped talking until Carl finished making the wand.

“Excellent craftsmanship!”

Commenting on Carl's craftsmanship like this, the shop owner looked at Carl like a fly rubbing his hands.

"Haha, that's good. How much is the rental fee for the processing table? I'll give it to you as well."

"No need! It's not a big deal. If you have any works in the future, you can consign them to me!"

The shopkeeper said enthusiastically, looking eagerly at the wand in Carl's hand.

(End of this chapter)