In the cold and gloomy room, a red-haired young woman leaned against the bed, hugging her knees, covered by a quilt, her face buried in her knees, sleeping just like that.

A few minutes later, as if drowning in a dream, she abruptly lifted her head, her toes already gripping the bedsheet tightly, wrinkling the originally smooth sheet.

She looked around somewhat blankly, the hair before her forehead scattered messily before her eyes.

Quickly, her gaze gradually turned cold, as if the momentary look of helplessness and confusion never existed.

“System.”

Ciel called the system inwardly, looking at the current time.

6 AM...

It seems, apart from the gas pipe leak on the first floor at 4 AM, there were no other misfortunes...

Without the interference and influence of meeting Tara, the following rhythm should be consistent with the records in the simulation.

Just don’t know if this time’s misfortune will provoke Lucy or Oppold, thereby creating even greater misfortune.

But it should be fine... At this point in time, they probably haven’t linked the misfortune to sealed artifacts or anything else yet.

The further she thought, the stronger the ominous premonition in Ciel’s heart became. She shook her head, stopping this imagination based on deep-seated fear.

She had never felt time pass so slowly before.

Her simulated self went directly to the prison on the 25th to retrieve the female thief. But Ciel decided to contact Tara early in the morning, so from the evening of the 25th onwards, she was basically at Amy’s house, with no time to execute this plan.

Moreover, Ciel contacted the tailor in advance to ensure the items could be made faster, as this involved uncertainty.

Anyway, the female thief would always be in prison, so her priority was adjusted downwards by Ciel.

Now that other actions have been initiated, it’s time to go to the prison to retrieve the person, avoiding complications from delays.

Ciel opened the wardrobe, found a set of clothes that could cover her entire body, then spent one Fate Point to redeem something from the system store.

A recommendation letter from a police department official.

This recommendation letter wasn’t written by Avena—in fact, such a small matter didn’t require Avena’s personal involvement—it was directly a recommendation letter from a police department official.

Avena seemed to have many such formulaic recommendation letters, and all were genuine.

After putting the recommendation letter into a newly bought satchel, Ciel stood before the mirror, looking at her current appearance.

Hair color basically completely covered. Wearing a necklace and bracelet from the Church of the Savior Goddess around her neck and wrist—these were obtained from Tara; she was very adept at disguising herself as a member of the Church of the Savior Goddess.

The current Ciel, judging by appearance, looked completely like a believer of the Church of the Savior Goddess. As long as she didn’t show her face, walking on the street wouldn’t attract anyone’s attention.

After all, in this city, the Church of the Savior Goddess was the dominant church; there were too many people dressed like this.

Ciel actually didn’t want to get involved with the Church of the Savior Goddess either, but if she wanted to disguise her identity without causing trouble or getting into fights, disguising as an ordinary believer was indeed the best way.

When everything is over, she would naturally go to the Clock Tower Church to donate some money to the Goddess, consider it an apology to the Goddess.

Ciel walked downstairs and opened the door.

It was now six in the morning, the sky not yet bright. There were basically no people on the street. Occasionally, a carriage loaded with building materials or goods passed by. Those coachmen busy with their livelihoods wouldn’t notice Ciel dressed in black by the roadside.

She just kept walking towards the Berren City Police Department.

About fifteen minutes later, she reached the entrance of the police department.

At this hour, even the detectives hadn’t started work. Except for the people at the entrance and in the underground prison, the entire police department seemed empty.

At the entrance, a night watch detective leaning against the wall dozing off was slowly sliding down the wall. A voice directly startled him awake from his sleep.

“Yes, sir!”

The suddenly awakened officer quickly stood at attention, eyes still hazy, already saluting.

When he saw clearly it was just a short person dressed in black before him, the initial panic immediately turned into anger. Then, seeing the recommendation letter handed out by the fair hand, the anger on his face quickly transformed into respect.

Changing three times in one second, the Ansu intangible cultural heritage heir of face-changing.

“Don’t you need to open it and look?” Ciel asked.

“Oh, no need, madam.” The guard shook his head, smiling, “If you need to bail someone out, just tell me.”

The guard had seen such recommendation letters many times. Just by glancing at the envelope, he knew the contents inside must be exactly the same as before.

If you really took the letter to the superior who wrote it to verify its authenticity, he would instead blame you for being tactless—he had sent out so many favor letters in exchange for money, how could he remember who this one was for?

Calling it a recommendation letter, it was actually just a pass that could be bought with money, allowing one to do certain things within the police department’s authority—such as bailing out an unimportant prisoner, or detaining someone for a few days under the pretext of investigation.

After accepting the letter, the guard raised his hand to adjust the black steel helmet on his head, waiting for Ciel to speak.

“The woman arrested for burglary two days ago, I need to bail her out.” Ciel had already forgotten the woman’s name, could only inquire using the crime.

“Burglary? Woman?” Hearing this, the guard instantly understood who it was.

There were relatively few people locked up in the police station prison; most serious criminals had already been sent to other prisons to serve their sentences. So he had a very deep impression of who was locked up, especially female prisoners.

After all, that female prisoner was a repeat offender. Previously backed by the Blackwater Gang, she made a fortune. After the Blackwater Gang recently fell apart, she started her old trade of robbery and theft again.

“Sorry, madam, I’m afraid this request is difficult to grant.” The expression on the guard’s face was somewhat subtle. He looked towards Ciel and said.

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