themonasnovels Chapter 28 Consolation
Chapter 28 Consolation
After a short while, the investigators drove Rosa and Zag out of the warehouse.
This silly girl desperately tried to get closer to the cage, and even suggested "hugging" her father, believing that "love" could "transform" him from a werewolf back into a human, or at least make him remember her.
The investigators, too lazy to explain, simply used the "Hand of the Omniscient," a not-so-uncommon spell that could manipulate things with magic, to lift Rosa off the ground and toss her out of the association's headquarters like trash.
When facing Zag, the investigator at least gave him some decency, merely signaling him to get lost with a look, without resorting to the "Hand of the All-Knowing."
However, just as Zag was preparing to leave with a keen eye, the investigator called him back.
"Wait," the investigator said, "Don't spread this around yet. Keep an eye on the girl. I don't want the town to be in chaos because of this before any instructions from the Golden Palace or the Lord are given."
Zag nodded: "Understood, sir."
"Also, I'll write you a notice, an emergency notice issued in the name of the official station of the Golden Palace Association. Later, at dawn, I will tell the mayor about this. Take this notice to Mrs. Weyland's Aromatic Apothecary and seal up all the alchemical potions provided by that suspicious alchemist. Prohibit their sale and use."
The investigators were too lazy to make the trip themselves, so they conscripted Zag before he left.
"And Mr. Matthew's loss..."
"That's his own business. I'm only responsible for considering any safety issues caused by magic or anomalies in the town."
Very good, that's definitely a statement befitting an official investigator.
Zag silently mourned for Mr. Matthew's lost gold pounds for a few minutes, and then quickly received the urgent notice bearing the association's seal.
"Oh, sir, there's one more thing,"
Just as Zag was about to leave, clutching the letter, he suddenly remembered the commission he had received that afternoon and quickly said, "The person from the Golden Helmet Grain Store, that is, Lady Grace, applied for a commission this afternoon. It's a level 5 commission."
"She claimed that two werewolves had invaded the granary, causing significant damage to the granary and providing... 900 shillings."
"But as you know, it's probably difficult to find an investigator in Cabbage Town who can handle Level 5 commissions, so I have no choice but to report this to you."
"Two werewolves again? And two of them?" the investigator frowned. "Not just these two?"
"No, no, sir. Mrs. Grace said that the two werewolves who attacked the grain store have been trapped in the granary by the consultants hired by the grain store, but they are not capable of killing them, so they have to request a commission."
"I understand. I'll tell the advisor about this after dawn, and then I'll go to the granary of the Golden Helmet Grain Store. We can complete the formalities after this is over."
This happens quite often.
The association's sentry post has rules: after applying for a commission, the commission file must be registered first, and the commissioner must sign to confirm the details before it is released. When an investigator accepts the commission, the investigator accepting the commission must also sign it before the commission is officially processed. This is a necessary procedure.
However, this process is clearly designed to constrain registered investigators; the association's own investigators, stationed at their offices, completely disregard these procedures.
Anyway, all the necessary materials can be collected at the end; no one cares about the specific order in which they are done.
As a sentry in the association's watchtower, serving the association, I dare not care even if there is a risk of being blamed if my actions are exposed.
Although Zag had only been a sentry for a little over a week, he was no fool. So he pretended not to care about the implications behind the investigator's words and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you very much for your help, sir."
"You can go now, but don't forget to visit Mrs. Weyland's Aromatic Pharmacy."
The investigator's words were rather harsh, which enraged Snowball: "Pah! Foolish Norther! Rude Norther! Just look at that stinking face of his! Even mud crabs would vomit up all the sand inside their shells! Even Mother Goddess would be disgusted that such a foolish Modo could use magic! Foolish! Rude!"
Compared to Snowball's anger, Zag, who had already experienced all sorts of harsh realities before his transmigration, didn't take the investigator's words to heart at all. Instead, he politely replied, "Yes, I will. Thank you again. It's a cold night with heavy dew. Have a good dream."
But the investigator was already quite impatient, too lazy to even exchange the most basic pleasantries with the Northerans, and instead dismissed the guest again: "Yes, yes, you too, you can leave now."
Snowball flapped its wings and yelled from the side, "Let him eat farts! Stupid Northrend!"
It even tried to rush at the other and do something, but Zag grabbed its tail and pulled it back by pretending to scratch its head.
Then, maintaining the most basic courtesy of an adult, Zag said goodbye to the investigator, whose attitude was really not good, before pushing open the glass door and leaving the station.
"Let me go! I'll bite you to death! I'll scratch you to death! You foolish dragon!"
Even after leaving the camp, Snowball was still causing a ruckus. Unfortunately, with its tail being held, Snowball found it difficult to maintain flight while actually turning its head to bite Zag's hand—it couldn't even scratch Zag with its claws, because maintaining its balance at the height where Zag was holding its tail was already extremely difficult.
On the other side, Rosa had been waiting outside the door for a long time.
She sounded like she'd just finished crying, her voice thick with emotion: "Thank you, Mr. Sentinel. I know I was too impulsive, but please, you must help me. I heard from the Investigator that this matter will be reported to the Golden Palace and the Lord. Please, you must help them heal my father. I'll pay any price, anything, as long as he can be healed!"
"I understand how you feel, good girl," Zag explained helplessly, "but I really can't do much. I'm just a sentinel in a small town. As you can see, I can't even say a few words to the official investigators of the association."
"Yes! I've never seen such a cowardly dragon as you!"
Snowball had given up struggling at some point. While flapping its wings to maintain its flight altitude, it struck a very "human" pose, crossing its paws over its chest and complaining with a displeased expression.
Zag had been teased by Snowball several times and wanted to retort, but with Rosa nearby, he could only swallow his words and instead comfort Rosa, "But don't think too much about it, Meredra will look after you."
Both father and daughter are followers of Merethra, so perhaps offering them some small comfort through religion and faith.
If possible, he would certainly hope that there was a way to cure Rosa's father, but even Snowball, who had lived for thousands of years and owned the "Cat House"... cough, Fairy House, and even Snowball, who used the Fairy House as an intelligence station and information library, had never seen such a situation. So, the outcome of the report and the possibility of a cure were probably not very optimistic.
Therefore, he did not intend to give the girl too much hope; the poor girl had already suffered too much pain that she should not have to endure at her age.
Yes, Rosa was actually in a lot of pain.
Guilt and confusion tore at her heart like sharp blades. The hope of healing her father was the only goal that kept her alive. Moreover, she knew rationally that what Zag said was true and not an excuse—the fact that the investigator had treated Zag no better than he had treated her was proof enough.
But she had lost her composure; she could only desperately grasp at the only straw she could find: "I know, I know I shouldn't ask for too much, but I really don't know what else to do. Please, Mr. Sentry, please, I can't watch my father die, please..."
"I will try my best, I will do everything I can, but... all I can say is that I can only do my best."
As Zag spoke, he felt as if a huge rock was blocking his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe.
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