The man called Noiad had a white beard on his chin, curly white hair, and slightly narrowed eyes that occasionally flashed a ray of shrewdness, a shrewd and capable man at first glance.

He glanced at Emile and me indifferently, stepped in front of Avata and stumped his feet.

"Avata."

"Yes!"

The guard immediately stood up and puffed out his chest, making a standard military salute.

"Please be ready for the arrest operation ordered before, the daily patrol group is the main force of the operation, please make sure everything is in order."

"Yes! That ......"

"Any questions?"

"Well," he asked hesitantly, "why do we have to wait until ......"

"Hmm?"

The old man let out a hum that looked puzzled, but was not to be questioned.

"--no! I understand! Yes, sir!"

"Hm."

Once again, Noiad stumped his feet, made a heavy muffled sound on the ground, and turned to leave.

"Take care, Chief!"

"By the way," Noiad suddenly turned his head and pointed at Emile and me, "these two?"

"Just small roles, you don’t need to worry about! "

"You're the small role, your whole family is a small role."

Emile viciously grabbed Avatar's collar.

The chief glanced at this side indifferently, and then put his hand on the handle.

-- Then, the door was pushed open.

"--Well!?"

The iron gate struck the old man's head, causing his thick curly white hair to fly..."That ...... that ...... I heard ......" Sicya put his hand back on the longsword at his waist, panted and ambled to the door, then looked at the scene in front of him in shock, "that ...... "

-- Noiad covered his red and swollen forehead and frantically searched the ground.

"Chief, Chief......"

A guard handed over the wig he had picked up, and was grabbed by Noiad, haphazardly covering the top of his head, then coughing twice --

"Lord Sicya, you are so flustered, you should keep your etiquette. "

"Sorry...... sorry ......"

"The city lord will definitely reprimand you when he sees it."

"...... Yes."

Sicya lowered his head and responded humbly.

"Nah, old man, you still have the nerve to educate others with that look just now?"

"......"

Noiad glared angrily at Emile, snorted coldly, and then slammed the door.

Seeing the man leave, Sicya bowed towards us.

"Ahem, thank you, honored ......"

"You might as well go say that 'honored XXX' to Pollyanna. " Emile spread her hands, "I can't take that."

"......"

Sicya rubbed his hair awkwardly with his left hand, his right hand still pressed against the longsword at his waist when he first entered.

Seeing me notice this, he smiled a little, straightened himself up and pointed his left breast -

"This is the etiquette of some ancient race, to show one's respect for the soldier and praise his valor."

"I can’t take it, I can’t take it!"

Avatar bent down and bowed until his body was at an acute angle.

"Nah, what's your action for tomorrow?"

Emile sat on the iron seat with a big grin and boldly asked Avata.

"Tomorrow's action?"

Sicya also showed an interested look.

Avata looked at Emile, then at Sicya, and gritted his teeth.

"It's that Flower Juggler's performance, and the Chief said we're going to capture him during tomorrow's performance."

"Ha!?" I pressed my hands on top of the table in shock and leaned closer to the guard's face, "Why! Did he do something wrong! Old man Finland is a human too, right!?"

Avata blushed a little and his body flinched back.

"Well, it's true that Finland is a legal resident, but his show is not."

"Ha!?"

Sicya pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Well, it's true that is not legal for a show so explicitly for Fae."

"But he's open to the whole city, right!"

"......"

Sicya and the guard looked at each other and gave a bitter laugh at the same time.

"We can't help it," the guard shrugged helplessly, "I want to see it too! "I want to see it too!" When my parents just saw the fireworks used for publicity, they came to me and said that they wanted to see the show with me, saying that it was their memories when they were young. I didn't even dare say that I was going to ruin his show tomorrow.

"......" Sicya put her thumb against his chin and looked at Emile and me, "No, we still have a chance ...... "

Emile lounged lazily on top of me, her head resting on my thigh.

"I heard that elf mages know a very magical illusion, right, Miss Emile?"

"Yes."

Emile said without hesitation.

"Then this matter ......"

"Leave it to us!"

She patted her chest confidently, jumped down from her seat, and pulled me back to the hostel.

"Oh, by the way ......"

Emile suddenly turned around and tapped Sicya's hand on his waist quickly-

"Ah! That, Miss Emile!?"

Sicya's expression became very odd, and his body trembled gently.

"Just wait for our good news!"

"Yes ...... yes."

Emile smiled meaningfully and dragged me to run out of the guard's sentry tower-