Rise of the Investigator of the Elf

【Ding!Summon failed! 】

【Ding!Try to resummon! 】

【Ding!data error!Summon failed! 】

【Ding!For unknown reasons, the spirit cannot be summoned temporarily]

【Ding!The sprite distribution method is being rectified...]

Xiyuan:? ? ?

What the hell?

Something is wrong with the system?

In the past, it was okay to refresh slowly, but why does it seem to be malfunctioning now?

System: ... (Guess by yourself!)

Fortunately, the system did not take a few minutes to go online again.

【Ding!Due to special reasons, the elf cannot be teleported, and the host needs to manually subdue it]

【Ding!Elf Clues Announced! 】

[Location: Miare City, underground black market, underground auction house]

Xi Yuan blinked, blinked.

What are you doing!

System, your service is not considerate. It used to be delivered by courier, but now I have to pick it up by myself?

Bad review!It must be badly rated!

Ignoring the host's complaint, a certain system shut down the microphone directly.

Xiyuan pinched her temples, suddenly felt a headache.

After a good lottery draw to draw the elf, I still can't get it, and there is no so-called memory transmission... It feels more and more strange.

Forget it, don't think about it, sleep is important.

Scattering the thoughts in his head, Xi Yuan and Xiao Ruan on the bedside table exchanged goodnight, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

……

Carlos area, Miare city, Prism Tower.

The gymnasium handover ceremony in a big city like Miare City is naturally very grand.

People big and small in the Carlos area will come to join in the fun when they are free.

In the central square, the elf battle ended slowly.

Accompanied by the flickering thunder, the light umbrella lizard knocked the electric dragon to the ground, and all the elves of the old owner Limone fell, and Xitron will replace him and become the new gym owner of the Miare Gym.

Accompanied by applause and cheers, the father and son shook hands after the game in the middle of the field.

"You've grown up, Citron!" Although Limone lost the game, his expression was very relaxed.

Finally, I can fish in an open and aboveboard manner!

"Don't worry, Dad!" Citron's eyes behind the disc glasses were extraordinarily clear, "I will definitely make Miare Gym a great success!"

"Well, I believe you!"

At the end of the short conversation, Limone handed over the important thing representing the Miare Gym to Xitron.

The yellow badge in the shape of an inverted triangle as a whole is radiating outwards in an electric style.

It's just that this badge is different from the one Xiyuan got, it feels...pure gold.

After receiving the token that symbolized the identity of the owner of the museum, Citron couldn't hide his excitement and excitement on his face.

Without saying anything else, Limone patted his son on the shoulder, turned around and walked off the battle platform, leaving the moment of applause and cheers to the person who will be brighter than him.

When she came to her little daughter, the yellow-haired girl was staring blankly at the radiant young man on the stage, wondering what she was thinking.

"What's wrong?" Limo Nei shook his hand in front of Yurika, but the latter didn't respond, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing!" Suppressing the inexplicable strange emotions in her heart, the little girl raised her head and showed a sweet smile to her old father, "I'm just happy for my brother!"

"Oh, it's fine!" Looking at the young girl's immature face for a moment, Li Mo Ne was relieved, and also showed a faint smile to the former.

These two children are also quite worry-free, they're pretty good, um, they're pretty good...

……

The handover of the gymnasium was officially completed. In the corner of the square where no one was paying attention, an old man with curly silver hair leaned on a cane and turned away without any regrets.

Ridiculous, sad, deplorable...

The Gym Master, who was supposed to protect one side, has become a tool and venue for these famous nobles to communicate.

Helpless, this is the choice of the times.

As an artist's wife, she is powerless and has no need to change.

She is already living a very good life now. She has an almost perfect husband and two filial and talented children. What else is she not satisfied with?

Even if there is no strength, so what?

Now, she lives very comfortably.

Even if a natural disaster strikes, there will be a tall man to stand up to it, and it will basically not threaten the lives of ordinary people like them.

Walking through the complicated streets and alleys of Miare City, the old man quickly returned to the door of his house.

Looking at the crude wooden door, the old man paused, took out a rusty key from the small satchel full of patches, and opened the wooden door carefully.

The husband is an artist, and he devoted all his money to ink painting, but his works could not satisfy the buyers, so they could not be sold at a good price.

Accompanied by a slight creaking sound, the dim light in the room illuminated a small open space at the door, and the old man's sapphire blue pupils reflected a little bit of golden light.

"Cough, cough cough... cough cough cough!"

Intermittent coughing sounds came from the bedroom. The old man frowned slightly, closed the wooden door and walked quickly into the room, bringing the western medicine that had been prepared into the bedroom.

Wisps of white smoke drifted in the living room, exuding a pungent herbal smell.

The walls of the small but warm room are covered with all kinds of exquisite paintings, and every line reveals the creator's strong emotions.

But the old man knew that these paintings hanging on the wall were just out-of-market products that could not be sold.

Beside the double bed, the old man with thinning hair was pale, half leaning on the head of the bed, his chest heaving violently, coughing like a broken wind from time to time.

"Honey, drink the medicine." The old man spoke calmly, and brought the western medicine in his hand to the old man's mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The old man coughed heavily, opened his mouth and poured a bowl full of western medicine into his mouth, and his heavy breathing was relieved.

"Thank you for your hard work~"

After calming down, the old man forced an ugly smile to the old man, and said something softly.

"It's okay, everything will be fine!" The old man was still optimistic.

"I……"

Boom boom boom!

A dull knock on the door came into the room, interrupting the old man's words.

"Here we come!" The old man put the bowl on the table and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

With a slight creaking sound, the wooden door opened, and Carlos' early spring evening wind rushed into the house first.

"Excuse me, is this Ms. Bella?" The young man's soft inquiry first attracted the old man's attention.

She raised her head slightly, and she saw a young man in a neat uniform, with a youthful but resolute face. The medal on his chest and the epaulettes on his shoulders all confirmed his identity.

Interpol!

Elder Bella quickly understood the identity of the visitor, and his eyes lingered for a moment on the epaulets on the young man's shoulders.

Because her son is also an Interpol, she dabbles in the hierarchy of the profession.

Inspection Minister!

It's the same level as that brat!

In an instant, the young Interpol's favor in Bella's heart soared.

"It's like this. I'm an Interpol, code-named 1326." The young man lowered his head and gave a standard military salute to the old man in front of him. "There are some things that I need to discuss with you in detail!"

"what?!"

The shrill voice echoed for a long time.

Bella covered her chest with her hands, and that part was throbbing violently at this moment, as if it indicated that something bad was about to happen.

What's wrong with me?

What is this feeling?

Why, why do I feel so flustered?

"Ms. Bella, can I take a step to speak?" Seeing the old man standing still, the Interpol youth code-named 1326 scratched his hair and regained Bella's consciousness.

"Oh! Come in, please come in!" The old man moved stiffly, leading the young man into the house...