Chapter 301: The Arrest (Extra Chapter, Requesting Monthly Votes)

Lifton has been in a very good mood lately.

As an investigator stationed in the "Waste City District," he had almost thought he would die there.

But after encountering the Evil Spirit Aokelaier and being thoroughly terrified, and then undergoing a full set of examinations at the Investigation General Bureau, he was declared to have no issues. Furthermore, he was credited for his work and finally transferred out of the "Waste City District" death squad, receiving a promotion and a raise to become a senior investigator.

At this moment, his public identity is a senior inspector in the "Momora Field."

"Boss, there's a case!"

A subordinate knocked open the door and handed a file to Lifton.

She lifted the hem of her skirt in a curtsy and ran into her room.

"No!"

"Hello, teacher."

Metana lowered her head and said in a low voice.

Several team members searched the area and discovered quite a few magic props, accounts for hoarding wealth, and several volumes of the fabricated "Moromon Cult Scripture."

The Baroness wore a gentle smile on her face, picking up a wine bottle as if she were a maid...

She leaned forward, carrying a faint sense of oppression: "And if you make a big scene, do you think those gentlemen who lost all face will let you go afterwards? Even if you are from the Investigation Bureau, you will definitely be transferred to the most remote and dangerous place!"

Thinking of this, a shadow could not help but appear on Metana's face as she boarded the carriage: "Go home!"

"No abnormalities... but the target even deceived two female believers at his home... not only cheating them of money and sex, but they were actually mother and daughter. It's simply too enviable... no, I mean, infuriating!" one investigator replied loudly.

"What a... beautiful youth."

This behavior made Metana feel extremely disgusted. Previously, she had been unable to move due to the "Blood Covenant Law," and at this moment, she was simply afraid she would be unable to resist killing him!

Several investigators were squatting nearby; seeing Lifton walk over, they hurriedly saluted.

"I will go and see."

The subordinate answered very honestly: "The reporter is right outside."

"The 'Witch's Stellar Instrument' has no warning..."

Lifton took the file: "Solomon... Moromon Cult... hmm... confirmed that the other party truly believes in some Hidden Existence?"

"Captain, we found these..."

A flash of amazement crossed his eyes, but he quickly recovered and bowed elegantly.

The moment she closed the bedroom door, Metana suddenly understood a little: 'The Blood Garment Club knows I am an Extraordinary, so reporting and destroying a commoner's evil cult is no problem... but if it involves the Extraordinary, they will definitely investigate deeply... therefore... that lord posing as a commoner is also to reduce the impact and provide me Protection?'

This was the private tutor "Sande" hired by her father, who was actually a person sent by the "Blood Garment Club" to monitor their family.

"Okay."

The Solomon residence.

At this time, the stars within the Crystal Ball were still moving regularly, and a few light spots were a circle larger than the others.

Lifton held a Magical Item specially requested to prevent accidents and asked carefully.

After entering the main gate, Metana saw a male with white-gold curly hair smiling in the living room, and her face was immediately filled with dark clouds.

Lifton shuddered; he never wanted to go back to guard the Waste City District again.

The male with the white-gold wig raised his head and scanned Metana's entire body with a wanton gaze.

Handling the case in secret to minimize the impact was also that lord's request!

This was, at the same time, a form of Protection for her.

"Metana, you're back?"

This was also the reason why Lifton held a position at the Police Station.

After thinking for a moment, he replied with difficulty: "Madam... if the situation is as you say, and Solomon does not possess Extraordinary power, I think that for the sake of those ladies' reputations, handling the case in secret to minimize the impact is acceptable."

"I'm going to rest."

He rubbed the corners of his eyes and took out a fist-sized Crystal Ball, within which countless starlight seemed to be blooming.

"Damn it!"

This was a three-story mansion even larger than the Bistas' home, located in the Queen's District, and was considered a symbol of status.

He glanced at Baroness Jacques beside him and snorted coldly: "Madam... won't you pour me another glass?"

Meanwhile.

Even Lifton felt very unhappy hearing this, and with a wave of his hand: "Move out!"

"Very good." Metana stood up elegantly: "I will donate 1,000 pounds to the police department you belong to, to add a few carriages. We cannot have the police officers providing us Protection still relying on their own two legs to handle cases."

"Metana, I heard you've been having a lot of fun outside... seeing your teacher and not even saying hello?"

"No... actually, we have been watching this cult for a while, and confirmed the identity of the cult leader is this Solomon, a commoner."

Bang!

The bedroom door was rudely pushed open, and Lifton heard a woman's scream.

If there were any, his small team definitely couldn't handle it and would certainly have to report to the Investigation General Bureau first.

The investigator who had been complaining just now took the lead, kicked open the door, and charged straight into the bedroom.

"The arrest warrant has come down, prepare to act. Does the target have any abnormalities?"

"Hello, I am Lifton."

Immediately, he saw the chubby, middle-aged, bald Solomon being dragged out from under the covers, subdued without the slightest power to resist, and fitted with specialized shackles.

"This comes from a report by a noble lady regarding the 'Moromon Cult.' According to procedure, cases related to the belief in an Evil God are all transferred to us."

The mother in the living room stood up, while that male continued to sit, pouring into his mouth the red wine that Baron Jacques usually treasured in the cellar and couldn't bear to drink.

Lifton stood up, walked into a reception room, and was immediately attracted by the beauty of the young girl sitting there.

Metana put down her cup and said in a serious tone: "Do you know how I came into contact with this Evil Path society? I was introduced by a lady from high society. Once this matter spreads, it will cause irreversible damage to the reputations of many ladies and trigger how much turmoil in high society? I am a member of the nobility, and I know the rules of the Hidden Realm... anyway, that Solomon is just a commoner. If you arrest him and some of the core members, this organization will directly disperse, and there is no other Mysterious danger, is there?"

"Act as soon as possible? We should at least wait until their next gathering to round up all those cultists in one go," Lifton frowned.

Baron Jacques's estate.

"Captain!"

She performed a salute and walked gracefully out of the Police Station.

Sande stared fixedly at Metana's back and licked his lips: "Soon... just endure for one more month... and there will be no need to worry about any damn influence plans; I can act as I please."

Lifton flipped through a few pages casually; there was no spiritual corruption, but it was rather an eyesore.

Furthermore, he had always had some filthy thoughts about her and made no effort to hide them, which led to rumors in noble circles about her and the tutor, causing her reputation to plummet.

"I am Metana Yake!" Metana was holding a snow-white porcelain cup and took a sip of black tea: "I came to report the Moromon Cult because I hope you can act as soon as possible!"

Those few large points of Light represented Lifton and the other Extraordinarys from the Investigation Bureau, and there were no other extraordinary objects in the vicinity, which made him heave a sigh of relief: "It's just an ordinary case, report it as a Class V incident!"

This was the lowest level of danger in the Investigation Bureau's records, and all the investigators breathed a sigh of relief at encountering such a job.

(End of this chapter)