Outside the train station office building.
Three figures in brown robes and wide-brimd hats stood on the front steps.
From the second floor, Ronald couldn’t see their faces.
But from the way people around them hurriedly avoided them, he could understand these guys’ identities.
Secret police—
There were two types of secret police in Gred.
One type was the real secret police, belonging to divisions that protect regional and national security order, carrying out operations with extrely high authority and confidential identities.
The other type was nominally secret police.
Though they also kept their identities secret and possessed high authority, this second type rely used this identity as cover for their activities, and they were not from the sa departnt at all.
They were actually mbers of the Gred Mysterious Event Investigation Bureau.
The kind of police associated with mysterious affairs.
The official kind.
Previously when Ronald entered Berlingwich, he was examined by local bureau personnel.
Although the gentleman who had examined him wasn’t present.
But seeing the authority with which these three people blocked the administrative building of the train station, he knew they were from the Investigation Bureau.
On this side of the station, the only person dealing with them was Adams.
The real top-tier officials seldom ca here.
As a mid-high level mber of Berlingwich train station, Adams was the highest-ranking attendant present.
Unfortunately, this ’highest’ wasn’t very effective right now.
Even worse because he had rushed out so quickly, Adams was only wearing a thin shirt right now, enduring the chill of winter just like his secretary Martina.
Ronald had only been watching for a few seconds.
Soon, one of the Bureau’s individuals looked up.
Noticing the movent on the second floor was rare, the man’s gaze imdiately fixated on Ronald.
Without hesitation, he imdiately questioned Adams about sothing.
Shortly after, Adams also looked up, and not after long he called out loudly:
"Ronald, co down here."
"This gentleman needs to speak with you."
"Hurry!"
"..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ronald turned and headed for the stairs.
This was as he had expected.
The entire Berlingwich Station area had about three mysterious side officials.
Besides himself, the other two were stationed permanently outside in a house, which served as one of the entry registration offices for mysterious side personnel entering Berlingwich.
Strictly speaking, that was also a subordinate unit of the Investigation Bureau.
If Patricia had just co off the train, then she would likely be sitting there registering right now.
Hence, Ronald, as the only ’outsider ’at Berlingwich station,
Being imdiately called upon was only natural.
As he descended the stairs, one of the three n approached Ronald.
Adams, from behind, also didn’t forget to yell at Ronald, "Just answer whatever they ask you."
However, compared to Adams, the investigator in front of Ronald wasn’t as imperious.
The face under the brim of the hat was halfway hidden by the shadow, but it was not difficult to recognize.
This was a young man, not yet 30 years old.
Approaching, he first nodded gently at Ronald:
"Hello, Mr. Ronald."
"I hope you don’t mind finding a quieter place to talk, this area is not very convenient."
"Of course." Ronald had no objections, even proactively suggesting, "We can go to the eting room on the second floor of the office building, it’s quiet and we won’t be disturbed."
The investigator nodded:
"Let’s go then."
Ronald led the Bureau’s man up to the second floor.
The eting room, having just been used, had them randomly pick two chairs to sit down.
Then, the investigator intoned a spell in a whisper only he could hear.
And then turned his gaze towards Ronald:
"We can start now."
"No problem."
Ronald did not know which original text the opponent’s ability originated from.
But that did not prevent him from understanding the effects of the spell.
Before entering Berlinwich, Alida had given him a crash course on the essentials, as he was new to the mysterious aspects.
mbers of the Gred Mysterious Event Investigation Bureau just had to join the organization, and the first thing they received besides the school seal was a spell for lie detection.
This ability was not a causal law classification machine.
Instead, it was a judgnt ability based on the physiological responses of the subject to determine whether they were lying.
If the interlocutor had undergone rigorous training, they could completely deceive the detector.
Of course, Ronald had not undergone such training, so he planned to have an honest conversation with the other party.
With a bit of tact, that is.
At the outset, the investigator asked a seemingly random question:
"When did you arrive at the train station today?"
Ronald honestly replied,
"Just like everyone else at a regular work ti, around 7 a.m., and my colleagues know this."
The investigator continued to ask,
"According to the registered information, you are a mber of the Copenhagen School, correct?"
"That’s right."
"Why do you work at Berlinwich train station?"
"It was through a friend’s referral, Alida, whom you know."
"You co from the edge of Yizi Forest..."
"That’s right..."
As ti ticked by, the two exchanged question and answer.
Finally, after a question seemingly unrelated to today’s incident, the investigator suddenly asked:
"Did you use a spell from your school today?"
"Huh?" Ronald looked puzzled and asked in confusion, "Use a spell...?"
Imdiately after, his face showed sudden realization:
"Wait!"
"I understand!"
"It’s the car accident at the station entrance... no, it must have been a staged scene by you."
"You all ca today to investigate sothing pertaining to the mysterious sector..."
"Shut up!" Ronald’s rambling was imdiately interrupted by the investigator, who gave him a stern look, "Tell whether you used any spells today, don’t make wild guesses."
"..."
With fear, Ronald shrank back, his voice trembling as he started to defend himself:
"I don’t even have the school seal..."
"Neither from the Copenhagen School nor any other school, I can’t even use the spells I’ve learned."
— Ronald was not lying.
— He had never learned any spells; he had used the original texts.
The investigator furrowed his brow but continued to question:
"Did you have any disagreents with anyone today?"
Ronald still replied honestly,
"I haven’t had any disagreents or argunts with anyone today."
— The Magic Book surely doesn’t count as a person, right?
"..."
The investigator fell silent.
He hadn’t used any spells, and he hadn’t had any argunts with anyone...
After pondering for a few seconds, he took out a notebook from his brown coat and then spoke:
"Describe in detail your itinerary today."
"I’ll just make a final record of it."
"No problem."
Ronald smiled happily and started to recount the day’s schedule.
— His work schedule.
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