"No, just recently."

"Have you told the city guard?"

"A month ago, the lady boss inlaid with the golden rose told the captain of the guard in the trade zone."

"Captain Merris."

"Yes, that's him. Stormwind was rebuilt and he came to be the captain of the guard. He promised to find out the problem as soon as possible, but I heard that he was injured at work a few days ago. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with the river, so let's do it first. Right. I'll talk about it when the captain is discharged from the hospital."

Not a canal.

"Apart from the canal in Stormwind, is there any other place? A lake? The stream that flows into Stormwind?"

"I think about it..." Old Emma rolled her eyes and thought for a while. "Oh, yes, there is a lake behind the Holy Light Cathedral. On the mountain, I heard that there are many fish in it. The water of the lake also forms a waterfall on the hillside next to the palace. Every day, people fish in the pool below. But every day. No one has tried it recently. His Majesty Wrynn enlists soldiers, and everyone who can afford a weapon goes to apply. By the way, there are a group of shamans there, what do they call the temple, oh, those furry pandamen A pavilion was also built there."

"Um... I see. Let me help you get the water back. I just want to go back to the old town."

The well, a month ago, coincided with the time when the dock of Stormwind Port was set on fire. Zelin subconsciously thought of what the warlock Joseph had said, the demon appeared accompanied by the smell of sulfur, which smelled like a rotten rotten egg. Problems with the water in the well have been reported to the city guards, but why hasn’t there been any feedback so far? The captain of the guard who accepted this incident was also injured in a demon attack.

Returning to the old city, before the sun completely sets, the bucket is delivered to the door of old Emma's house, and Zelin goes to the Pig and Sentinel Inn.

The sky dimmed, and the two moons of Azeroth once again occupied the sky where the stars were shining. This made the demon hunter think of the night in the sky. That was the first time he saw two moons appearing in the sky at night. When the sun disappeared, only the faint light of the street lamps remained on the streets, and the lights spread through the windows on the cobblestone streets.

The door of the Inn of Pigs and Sentinel opened outward, and many oil lamps were lit inside, as if the bright light could drive away evil.

Oregaard was standing at the door, standing with another man in the uniform of the Stormwind Guards, standing under the street lamp in front of the tavern, holding a yellowed paper in her hand and wondering what she was talking about. The guard had a bandage on his forehead and his arm in a plaster cast. He was lifted by the bandage on his chest.

"Olega."

Zelin walked towards the draenei. "How is the investigation?"

"Zelin, you have been delayed for a long time, have you chatted with that werewolf for a long time?" Oleja narrowed his eyes slightly. "Could it be that succubus attracting your attention? Be careful. These succubus monsters have easily taken the lives of many powerful adventurers because their will is not firm enough, and they are not protected by the holy light. Their hearts. You should go to the Cathedral of Light and pray to the Holy Light to relieve the pressure and darkness in your heart."

"I believe there is nothing wrong with my soul... Ah, I will go to the Holy Light Cathedral if I have a chance." As he said, Zelin looked at the guard. "This is...?"

"Allow me to introduce to you." Oregaard raised his hand. "This is Captain Merris Malagan. After hearing about our investigation, he came here with injuries and wanted to help us. May the Holy Light protect him from his injuries as soon as possible."

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Captain Malagan, scratching his dark golden short flat hair, said dryly.

"Thank you for your blessings, Vindicator Oleg, if I can pay for the treatment of the bishop in the Cathedral of the Holy Light, maybe the Holy Light will shine on me even more."

Olega was stunned for a moment. She turned her head, looked at Zelin, and pointed her finger at Malagan.

"Zelin, don't you still have spare money in your hand? Donate it to the captain. This is a good opportunity to spread the teachings of the Holy Light."

Zelin rolled his eyes and his face was stern. "Your Holy Light tells you to use other people's money to spread the teachings?"

"Under the Holy Light, we are all brothers and sisters, is there a difference?"

"So why don't you tell this to the priest who collects money for treatment?"

"Receive money...wait." Olega slapped her hand, showing a suddenly realized expression, and then turned to Malagan. "I remember that the Cathedral of Illumination does not have a specific time every day. Will the bishops provide holy light healing assistance to visitors for free?"

"Okay, okay, two." Captain Malagan raised his hand and smirked. "There's no need to argue about this... Sie!" He sneezed and rubbed the tip of his nose.

"Are you okay?" Oregaard asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm a little cold." The captain waved his hand. "Let's catch the spy who summoned the devil as soon as possible. This is good for all of us. The garrison came to see me in the church hospital today. I was not there at the time. I went to the orphanage to visit the son of an old comrade-in-arms and come back to listen. When the bishop told me about this, I rushed over. This list is the patrol schedule for the guards of Stormwind this month."

With that, he handed the list to Zelin. "The soldiers patrolling at night are in this line. According to regulations, there will be two teams on the road in the old city every night, with a total of 20 soldiers patrolling. That night, I took eight soldiers along the dwarf district to MI7. Going in the direction, Niles took sick leave, so one person was missing. Captain Lansi Levison led a group of soldiers to patrol along the periphery of the trade zone to the old town. Captain Levison is now in the Gryphon Stables in the trade zone. Off duty, if necessary, I can call her over immediately."

"No problem, but wait a while. Captain Malagan. I'll ask a few questions first."

"What's the matter, ask. If you have any questions, you must answer, as long as I know it." Captain Malagan cleared his throat. "I've been waiting for a knowledgeable detective to investigate this matter. The agents of MI7 have been trying to censor everyone, as if in their eyes, anyone is doubtful, but the result is just a waste of time. If they could find out Garrosh’s things in advance, the Alliance would not suffer a heavy loss in Theramore."

Zelin ignored Malagan's complaint and asked himself. "Did you see other people on the street that night when you were patrolling?"

"Others? I think about it." Malagan rolled his eyes and clasped his chin. After a while, he said slowly. "Yes, there is a fisherman who fished in the pool behind the pigs and the sentry. He fell asleep while fishing, and when he woke up, the sun was already down. So I asked him to register with the guards before sending a soldier to send him. Go home. That’s an old acquaintance. He used to fish in Derby Lake. Last year, the monsters in the Everbloom Forest of Draenor invaded the Thunder Falls above the wizard’s area through the portal. The little monsters generated by the scattered seeds almost killed him The home was ruined, so he moved to the old town to make a living by fishing in the canal."

"Well, the fisherman who overslept." Zelin wrote a note in his notebook. "What else?"

"Hmm... no more? Oh, yes, there is also a drunkard, a regular visitor of the pig and the sentinel. He drank too much that night, and it was time for the curfew to remember about going home, so I paid for him myself. Opened a guest room upstairs and told him to sleep here and wait until dawn before going back."

"If the guards of Stormwind are like you, caring and loving the citizens, then this is a place of holy light." Oregaard said respectfully. "If you have a chance, you must go to Shattrath to see the real city of Naaru. I mean, Shattrath in Draenor is not Outland. Shattrath in Draenor has not suffered war yet. Destroy, all the beautiful things left by Naaru are still..."

"Olega, we are still investigating." Zelin reminded, while writing down the name of the drunk on the paper. "Captain Malagan, are there anyone else?"

Malagan thought about it again, and finally shook his head. "No more"

"Zelin, you should be patient with the Holy Light preaching. When you sink your heart to experience it, you will realize how ridiculous and ignorant your previous impatience is." Olejia took a deep breath and was slanderous. Said seductively. "Pray to the Holy Light for its response. When you are troubled, it will teach you, and when you are confused, it will give you wisdom."

Zelin rolled his eyes helplessly, and cleared his throat with a cough. He believed that this was definitely not the first time Oregaard did this.

"Olega."

"What do you want to say? Open your heart to the Holy Light."

"I understand why your brother will come with you."

Oleja lowered her eyebrows and looked confused. "What does this mean?"

"Nothing, praise you."

Zelin turned another page. "Captain Malagan, there is something wrong with the water in the well near the old town near the edge of the trade zone. Do you know about this?"

"I know." Malagan nodded, touching the beard on his chin. "Old Emma and several people living nearby have reported to me that I wanted to find a few good divers as soon as possible, and go to the nearby pools and lakes to take a look, but I did not expect to encounter a demon attack. The matter. When the sun rises tomorrow, I will report the matter to other people, so that I can save any important investigations because of my injury."

"Oh, I see." Zelin put away his notes. "Thanks for your hard work, Captain Malagan. Give me the list, and I will verify it according to the list."

"No problem, then I will go back to the church area to rest first."

Seeing the back of Captain Malagan disappearing to the corner on the other side of the street, Zelin put the notebook in the package and the pen into his jacket pocket.

Finally, Zelin went to the pig and the sentry again and asked the innkeeper Megan Tillman about what happened at the time. The agents of MI7 have almost stepped on the door rail of this hotel, and these frightened people have been repeating the same description in the same way. There is not much discrepancy between Zelin's intelligence found in MI7. Since the devil attacked, the business of this hotel has plummeted. It is estimated that no one would dare to come here to stay until the real murderer is found.

In the mouth of the tavern owner, Zelin inquired that Captain Malagan did come to the shop the night before the attack and opened a room for a drunkard, which was no different from what the captain described. By the way, the demon hunter also inquired that there was a pool behind the pig and the sentry, which flowed down from the lake behind the palace of Stormwind, and formed a waterfall next to the palace, eventually converging to the low-lying area of ​​the old city. The city designers at the time seemed to have left this waterfall deliberately, and they also built a sewer nearby to lead the water to the periphery of the palace, forming a moat, and finally flowing into the canal and into the sea.

Regarding the fisherman fishing in the pool behind the hotel, Manager Megan knew him, and his name was Albin. In the past, he used to fish in the canal waterholes in Stormwind. Her hotel also bought his fish. Many shop owners in the city knew him. But after the demon attacked, he never came to fish again. It may be frightened. Many residents of the old city were frightened by demons. After all, this is the largest royal city of mankind. If even Stormwind is not safe, then where else in this world can bring peace to people?

After completing a day's investigation, when Zelin walked out of the hotel, it was already late at night. Only the patrolling soldiers remained on the street, and the shadow of the guard was projected on the street by the faint street lamp, which stretched very long.

With the command of MI7 on him, Zelin could avoid the guards' interrogation.

"The fisherman, the puddle, the smell in the well. Hmm..." Putting all the clues together in my mind. The rest is obvious, he wants to take a look at the waterhole behind the tavern.

"Water pool?" After hearing Zelin's words, Olejia raised her eyebrows, with a trace of confusion on her face. "I thought that was the least likely place for you to investigate."