"Raise your arms."

The unknown maid who bandaged my wound gave the instructions.

"Okay, um..."

A few drops of red water fell into my wound, and the severe pain made me swallow my words of thanks.

"...Did Mr. Hammons...have anything to tell you?"

The maid shook her head.

"Well..."

After confirming that I was completely free from the police officers, I went to Mr. Hammons' residence as agreed, but he didn't seem to have come back yet. Exhausted, I slammed my head against the door, and then passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, this was what I saw: I was lying on the bed in the bedroom, the arrow shaft and arrowhead remaining in my right arm had been taken out, and a dull-eyed maid was silently using magic to help.

I heal.

"Um, is it serious? You don't look good..."

"Because now is my rest time."

"Uh, sorry for bothering you."

"Don't worry. But your injury is really serious. Fortunately, you met me in time, otherwise you might lose your right hand forever."

"I guess so...I really don't know how to repay you."

"Don't take it to heart, after all, I don't expect you to give me a reward."

"Haha, although I really want to refute it, you are right."

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open.

"Oh..."

It's Mr. Hammons.

The other person looked me up and down several times and snorted.

"Thankfully you are still alive."

"Don't underestimate... look down on private detectives."

I just wanted to lift myself up, but immediately realized that I couldn't do it, so I had to continue lying in an awkward position.

"It looks like you brought back good news."

"Then you are mistaken."

Mr. Hammons signaled the maid with his eyes, and when the maid left the bedroom, he took out a small round box.

"You lied to me."

"......?"

"If you hadn't turned into such a miserable state, I would have beaten you up!"

I stared at Mr. Hammons in confusion. Under my gaze, he angrily picked up the chewing tobacco in the small round box.

"Do you know how much I spent?! To save that guy!"

"Calm down, calm down, how dare I betray you? What happened?"

"Asking even though you know it!"

"..."

"Where is the helper you mentioned?"

"Help? Ah, no one is there to help you?"

"Nonsense! I can't even see a shadow! Humph, and there is no one you want to save in Iron Fourth Prison."

"Isn't Ferrinold here..."

Oops, this is a trap.

The information Manda gave me was wrong.

Brooke may have noticed that there is an undercover agent in the police station.

Sure enough, we shouldn't be so reckless...

"How dare you trick me! I can't forgive you! When I finish counting the losses, I will also settle the account with you!"

Mr. Hammons became angrier as he spoke.

I thought about words of comfort, but in the end I just smiled bitterly.

"I didn't think well...but Mr. Bradley insists on taking action tonight. I am relying on someone else and I can't refuse."

"Bradley...?"

"Well, he is also a resident of the attic."

I think it's time to tell the truth.

"Mr. Bradley has helped me a lot. Thanks to him, I can get in touch with you, but all this is based on a premise - I need to help him create chaos."

"Why do you know him?"

"It's a long story...but it's really strange that Mr. Bradley missed the appointment."

"Hmph! So what is your plan?"

"I am responsible for dealing with the police officers on East Fourth Street. You are responsible for the sneak attack on Iron IV Prison and rescuing Ferrinold. Mr. Bradley is responsible for assisting you. At the same time, he will also send people to sneak into Iron Eight Prison in West Sixth District."

Snow and Mr. Bradley acted together.

As for that "Robert", it is neither the real Officer Robert nor Snow, but a scarecrow I made based on Robert's body shape.

"Tieba Prison?"

"Yes, but I don't know his intention of going there."

"It's inexplicable! Huh, I'm so unlucky that I chose to help you!"

Two or three veins crawled up Mr. Hammons' temple.

"Obviously you don't even know the details of that guy!"

"I'm sorry."

Faced with Mr. Hammons' anger, I had no choice but to apologize.

I can't say something like "I will definitely compensate you" because I don't have that ability. Useless lies are just adding fuel to the fire.

But there is no need for Mr. Bradley to reveal all his secrets. After all, I am the one asking for asylum. He is willing to lend a helping hand to me, which is the end of his kindness.

Before entering this battle that was so different from my identity, I was prepared to be controlled by others at all times.

I can't refuse.

If you want to change something, you have to bear the corresponding risks.

The divine eye allows me to avoid most dangers, but it also makes it more difficult for me to make effective changes than ordinary people.

However, for that 1% chance, I had to put myself in a situation full of dangerous factors.

Otherwise I will accomplish nothing.

"I swear that I will definitely rescue Ferrinold... I won't bother you anymore, I still have a way..."

"Huh, that's so easy to say!"

Mr. Hammons raised his eyebrows disdainfully.

"With your half-dead appearance, who can you protect?"

"Don't worry~~ It'll be fine in a few days."

"How many days will it take? Alas, those who don’t know are fearless."

As if he understood all of a sudden, Mr. Hammons stared at me seriously:

"You haven't heard yet, have you? What did Bradley do..."

"Mr. Bradley?"

"While you were fighting with the police officers, he led a group of people out of the south city gate, and now the army is still chasing him."

"..."

Mr. Bradley escaped?

He did not support Mr. Hammons, nor did he attack Tieba Prison...

Instead, he ran away directly?

My mind is blank.

I knew that Mr. Hammons didn’t know the answer, but I still subconsciously asked:
Chapter completed!