Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Therefore, many Letanians living in the same city may never meet in their entire lives due to the harsh law that "people from the lower city are not allowed to enter the upper city without permission."

"If Hemlock's lover really did see Snitz and his wife, then it means that those two elusive great knights might now be lurking in the lowest rungs of Letania."

"It's hard to imagine that two high-ranking commanders in Kazimir would travel to enemy territory during a lull in the war and hide in the filth and corruption of the lower classes. What are they doing? What are they planning to do?"

Silently noting this clue in his mind, and to avoid arousing Viviana's suspicion, Roy suppressed his doubts, looked up, and thanked Viviana, saying: "Two..."

"Thank you so much, Viviana. This will make my job of delivering workers' compensation much easier." (iv)

“It’s alright.” Viviana waved her hand; it was nothing, and she was happy to help Roy.

However, she was somewhat curious about what this mysterious "job" Roy had mentioned, one that could even cause injury, was. ⑨

But she's a mature person and knows that, given her current position, it's best not to pry unless Roy brings it up himself. Yes, her current position. ②

Viviana seemed to be lost in thought. After a moment, she extended her hand and warmly invited:

"Anything you'd like to do tonight, Mr. Roy? I know there's a really good movie out recently..."

Now that things had come to this point, how could Roy not understand Viviana's meaning? He immediately showed an excited expression, grabbed Viviana's hand, and said, "Wow, I love watching movies."

.............

Meteor Arena, 21:00

Having easily defeated his opponent, the Blood Knight removed his helmet, helped the knight who was too weak to stand up, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him:

"You're fast, but you lack strength and combat experience. Don't give up. With more training, you'll become a true warrior, and your future is bright."

However, his good intentions did not seem to reach the defeated knight. As soon as the Blood Knight helped him up, he disdainfully slapped away the Blood Knight's large hand, walked several steps away from the Blood Knight with a look of disgust, and spat on the ground beside him.

"You despicable infected, you think you've won?"

"You're just taking advantage of the fact that I won't attack you. Who knows if your evil blood magic will spill your Oripathy-infected blood on me!"

"You should be glad. I care more about my life after this than about making it to the Major. I'm really unlucky to have run into you, but the other knights won't allow someone like you to tarnish the knightly arena!"

"You deserve to die a miserable death in the sewers, your rocky dick gnawed on by those filthy Originium bugs!"

A barrage of contempt and scorn, words like sharp knives stabbing at the fully armed Blood Knight, was unleashed. Dikeopolis slowly wiped the smile from his face. He didn't speak, but looked at the hysterical man before him not with admiration, but with pity.

Not every loser can accept their failure with equanimity. He has seen quite a few people like the man in front of him who try to comfort themselves by desperately slandering him.

He didn't pity his cowardice and incompetence; he only pitied his naiveté and arrogance. In Minos, such a man wouldn't deserve to be called a warrior; in Casimir, he would be ruined by his own words.

“Oh, sir, if I heard you correctly, you just used incredibly vulgar language to slander a Grand Knight who received the single-word title from Kazimierz, didn’t you?”

The spokesperson, Charné, spoke calmly, his voice like a teacher's smile during roll call, instantly silencing the chattering knight.

He seemed unaware of his actions, so much so that when Charne had clearly stepped in front of DiCaepolis, he was somewhat taken aback, as if questioning, "How can you, as a spokesperson, stand on the side of an infected person?"

He didn't understand two things: First, in Kazimierz, the arena of knightly competition was already so filthy that it didn't need anyone to taint it. Second, the spokesperson didn't care whether someone was infected or not; he only cared about who was more valuable.

"It seems you have not objected to my charges." Looking at the silent knight, Charne's smile vanished instantly. He narrowed his eyes and announced with a look more contempt than disdain, "Then tomorrow you will receive five charges against you from the Knights' Guild, based on the Code of Knights, the Protection Regulations for Medalized Knights, and the Casimir Citizens' Rights Law. These charges include defamation, insulting a knightly noble, disrupting the competition, causing trouble, and violating the Code of Knights. Please await your summons."

After the announcement, before the completely stunned man could react, Charne turned around, nodded to the Blood Knight, and walked off the field.

"Wait! Hold on!" came the knight's hoarse voice from behind. Charne didn't turn around, but calmly asked in return:

"Do you want to add a few more charges to your list of intentional assault and assaulting a business association spokesperson?"

The wailing and cries abruptly ceased.

Dicaopolis caught up with Charne and asked:

"Are you really going to sue him?"

“This concerns your honor,” Charne said, pausing slightly as if knowing what the Blood Knight was about to say, before adding, “It also concerns the interests of the Commercial Federation.”

"I understand," Dikeopolis said helplessly.

Just as he reached the arena's gate, Charne suddenly stopped, looked around at the empty arena, and then nodded with considerable satisfaction:

"It looks like it was handled well."

"What?" the Blood Knight asked in confusion.

Charné did not answer. He simply made a mental note of it.

Roy is a good person to deal with; even when facing the Unarmored Alliance, he'll really step up if something happens.

There isn't a single member of the Unarmored Alliance around here; they must have all been lured away by him, right? Heh, I wonder which dark corner of the Great Knights' Territory is currently witnessing another bloodbath?

In the pitch-black room, a faint light shone from a dark corner. Roy, looking at Viviana beside him who couldn't help but subconsciously use Originium Arts to illuminate their surroundings, said with a wry smile:

"Viviana, if you're so scared, why did you still ask me to watch a horror movie?"

"Um...woo...I..."

"Be careful, if you keep using magic like this, it will affect the people in the back row from watching the movie."

"No...it's okay." Viviana shook her head. "I've booked the whole place, so it's just the two of us. We can do whatever we want without bothering anyone else."

Roy's lips twitched.

He's too shallow. Turns out he's a rich bastard. Money really lets you do whatever you want. I wish he could take care of me.

Silently imagining this to himself, Roy turned around, looked at the horror movie on the big screen, and yawned.

The formula is stale, there are no dull moments, and the special effects aren't exciting enough. This film, *The Mystery of the Sea*, completely fails to capture the feeling of the ocean. At least twenty more eccentric characters and dodging guys are needed!

Bored, I want to see rivers of blood!

Lost in thought, Viviana suddenly reached out and took Roy's hand.

The girl didn't turn her head, but in the dim candlelight, her face seemed to have a shy blush.

PS: This is an old book by a friend.

"I am Hachiman, a legendary agent, a bigwig in the association, a giant of the mystery, one of the Five Emperors of the Ocean, and the nemesis of the supernatural."

"I have five cousins, one younger sister, one childhood sweetheart, two ex-girlfriends, one cute junior colleague, and one beautiful female colleague, but nobody likes me. I'm a complete loser."

The mundane and the mysterious gradually intertwine; even amidst hesitation, we continue to move forward.

Cthulhu has landed in New York, and legendary agent Artoria has disappeared... This era needs heroes.

"...Stay sensible, and follow me into madness."

Hikigaya lit a cigarette with a blank expression, put on sunglasses, and showed his ID.

"Detective Hachiman, intervene in the investigation."

P.S.: This is for those with high blood sugar or high blood pressure, and those who enjoy high-sugar, mysterious, and suspenseful content.

I, Hachiman, the Jashin Investigator

Volume 1: Chapter 29 How can a loyal minister be dragged along?

Kazimir, headquarters of the Business Federation.

"What did you say! The Blood Knights weren't dealt with by the Unarmored Alliance, and they even participated in the qualifiers?!"

The spokesperson for Rebirth Pharmaceuticals looked more gloomy than ever before.

Since he took the job to speak for Kasimir’s largest pharmaceutical company within the business federation, he has never experienced such a terrible Waterloo.

Still seemingly unwilling to accept this fact, he once again questioned the spokesperson for the Rose Newspaper:

"Are you sure the news is true?!"

The spokesperson for Rose Newspapers watched with interest as the spokesperson for Rebirth Pharmaceuticals looked exasperated, and affirmed, "Of course. However, Blood Knight actually didn't have a chance to make it to the preliminaries. It's just that one of the arena's preliminaries was postponed to the evening because another match was inserted midway. That's why Blood Knight had the opportunity to participate. It's said that he was panting heavily when he went on stage, and his shoulder was still bleeding. Unfortunately, his opponent was too weak and couldn't stop him."

"So you can't blame the Unarmored Alliance. They did complete their mission and prevented the Blood Knights from making it to the qualifiers. They didn't even know about the last-minute postponement."

"What do you mean?" The Rebirth Pharmaceuticals spokesperson's face was ashen, his teeth clenched. "The qualifiers can be postponed by a match that's been inserted midway? Wasn't this done at your behest? Don't you want to see Rebirth Pharmaceuticals make a fool of itself?"

Upon hearing this, not only did the Rose Newspaper spokesperson's expression turn unfriendly, but even the other spokespeople who were originally indifferent to the matter began to cast disapproving glances at him.

"You're absolutely right. The temporary postponement of the qualifiers was indeed at the behest of one of us," the Rose Newspaper spokesperson sneered. "Why don't you guess who it was?"

Let me guess?

How could it not be you?

The spokesperson for Rebirth Pharmaceuticals instinctively wanted to blurt it out, but the spokesperson for Rose Newspapers added instead: "By the way, here's another free piece of information for you: Viviana, the Grand Knight of your group's Sanhua Knights Order—the Candle Knight—was defeated this afternoon."

"....?"

The Candle Knights were defeated? This afternoon?

The spokesperson for Rebirth Pharmaceuticals' first reaction was that it was ridiculous. Viviana was very sensible; she couldn't possibly participate in such an important event as a competition without reporting it to her superiors. Moreover, the Candle Knight's schedule was always under her control. According to the schedule, she should be preparing for the qualifying rounds of the Major today. How could she have inexplicably participated in some competition and lost?

But just as he was about to speak, a sudden thought struck him, and he seemed to remember something. His previously confident expression suddenly turned awkward.

No, he seems to have forgotten something. Speaking of which, the Candle Knight actually has a match to play this afternoon.

"An exhibition match?"

He asked tentatively. No one answered him; they just looked at this spokesperson, who was already doomed to be fired, with the eyes of someone looking at a fool.

Having failed to remember his subordinate knights' schedules, failed to effectively mitigate risks, and even caused a scene at a business association joint meeting, this spokesperson can hardly be described as having a bright future; at the very least, he has no future.

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, the spokesperson for Rebirth Pharmaceuticals' aura seemed to deflate rapidly like a punctured balloon; his legs went weak, and he slumped into his chair, his face filled with astonishment.

"No, this isn't right, is it? Are you trying to harm me? McKee, are you trying to fool me again? When did your Rose Newspaper start copying the Wine Newspaper's style?"

"How could the Candle Knight possibly lose an exhibition match? He's a Grand Knight with a single-word title, his rank is so high, his strength is so great, how many people in the Grand Knight Territory could be his match? Let alone a newly debuted independent knight!"