Even goblins are dangerous in this other world!

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Upon arriving at the door of her office, Milair pushed it open and went inside.

Tassanya and Nika were intently focused on the table, their expressions more focused than ever before, with a hint of excitement in them.

She didn't even notice when Milair pushed the door open and came back.

"What are you looking at?"

"Miller asked, puzzled."

If Nika is dedicated to her job, I can understand it, but for even this mother dragon to be so focused on her work is definitely not normal.

Upon hearing Miler's voice, Tassanya and Nika realized that Miler had returned.

Tassanya immediately grabbed the piece of paper between her and Nika, waved it at Nika a few times, and said triumphantly:

"You absolutely won't believe what we've discovered."

"What did you find?"

Seeing the expressions on Tassanya and Nika's faces, Milair felt a surge of excitement. Could this be the final opportunity?

"Call my sister."

Tassanya crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips, and said with a mischievous grin.

Milair's expression froze.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to fight the mother dragon in front of her, and forced a smile:

"Your master called you here to help me. If things get delayed, can you take responsibility?"

"Tch, boring, just using the owner to intimidate people."

Tassanya pouted and handed the note to Milair.

"Thanks to Miss Nika, she found it."

Milair eagerly took the note.

The note contained the names and professions of each deputy commander in a case from over a decade ago.

As Milair looked at the annotations Nika had made, her eyes widened.

Nika spoke up from the side:

“Miss Tassanya and I labeled everyone’s profession. Some cases were quite old, and the professions of the deputy commanders involved were not recorded. In the end, we had to use the notes on Miss Miler’s desk as an index to find the profession corresponding to each name.”

"Then we found that the professions of the deputy commander candidates in two cases were very similar to this one, namely a case from fourteen years ago and a case from nineteen years ago."

"The individuals involved in these two cases differed somewhat, and their professions were also different from this one. However, they had two things in common. First, the professions of the participants included assassins, hunters, and windwalkers. These professions, like those in this case, were all speed-based."

"And the second common point is that both cases were..."

Large-scale disease outbreaks.

Milair murmured to himself.

Beneath her calm exterior, a storm was brewing within her.

Both of these recorded cases involved large-scale epidemics and were highly contagious.

To prevent the scale from expanding, a minimum number of people need to be assigned to properly house the infected individuals.

The primary requirement for these personnel is extremely high speed.

At that time, the Knights had a method to record the infected people they discovered and quickly detect the location of similar infected people in the city. Then, several vice-masters of the Knights, who were skilled in speed, would go there as quickly as possible to deal with them.

Therefore, the truth of this case has been revealed.

It is indeed a missing person case.

For the Knights, it was indeed a missing person case.

But not for that mole.

From the perspective of the mole, he was the one who handled things.

Milair originally thought that this case involved an organization within the city kidnapping or murdering residents, and that a mole within the Knights was covering for the real perpetrators of these kidnappings and murders.

But now it seems that their thinking was completely reversed.

Perhaps there is no murderer at all; the murderer is some kind of plague, and the mole in the Knights has some means to detect the location of infected people and deal with them as quickly and secretly as possible.

As for what this so-called epidemic was, Milair had only one answer in his mind...

Mushroom disease.

Mushroom disease may have spread to the city.

The stone statues outside the city may no longer be functional.

This was a matter of utmost importance. Milair took a deep breath. She had to report this immediately, but not to the Knights.

Rather, it is their own master.

But before we go, there are still some questions that remain unanswered: why didn't this mole report it and instead chose to handle it himself?

If his goal was to curb the spread of the virus, reporting it to the Knights would have been the best option.

The combined strength of the entire Knights is certainly greater than that of him alone.

Wait, is there really only one mole?

This is a city-wide infection; can one person handle it?

If Miler put herself in the shoes of the mole, given her speed, if she wanted to handle so many infected people by herself, she would have to spend at least half of her time running around every day.

This person's long hours of traveling around may not only leave clues, but also attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

Perhaps there are two moles this time.

Milairs thought about this conjecture more and more and it seemed more and more likely.

She picked up a pen and, imitating Luo Xiu, wrote down all the current clues on the paper, then marked the questions below:

1. Why did the mole have to deal with the epidemic?

2. Why did the mole choose to handle the epidemic himself instead of reporting it?

After thinking about the second question, she came up with a rough answer.

The mole didn't want anyone to know that the mushroom disease had entered the city, especially not the Knights.

So the next question is, if mushroom disease spreads into the city, who will be most affected?

Miler couldn't figure out the answer to the question. She put away the paper and pen, got up, and walked outside.

"You're going to deliver the message?"

Tassanya yawned and spoke.

Milair nodded:

"This problem is very serious."

"Go ahead, I'll go with you. Miss Nika, please ask Lady Leila to take care of her."

Tassanya stood up, a smile playing on her lips:

"If you get attacked and killed on the way, things will just get a bit too cliché."

Upon hearing this, Miler pursed her lips and did not refuse:

"Is Lady Leila still busy with the Knights' work?"

"Otherwise, you've been a hands-off manager. Without Lady Leila, you would have gone from being the most diligent in attendance to the number one absentee. You would have been discovered and eliminated by the mole long ago."

Tassanya moved her hands and feet.

A short while later, Leila came in carrying several bowls of food:

"Everyone's here. You must be hungry. Let's eat first. I cooked some soup during a break from patrol."

"Tassanya, is there something you need?"

"..."

After telling Leila what had happened, Leila's little face also became extremely serious:

"You guys go ahead, I'll keep an eye on things here."

"Miss Nika, thank you for your help."

Leila bowed to Nika.

Miler, who was standing to the side, realized that she hadn't thanked Nika yet, and quickly thanked her as well.

"No, no, I wasn't much of a help."

Nika waved her hands repeatedly, looking very embarrassed.

"Miss Nika, have some of my soup, it's freshly made."

Leila smiled brightly.

Milair and Tassanya walked out of the office.

As soon as they came downstairs, the two saw Galia, dressed in silver helmet and armor, pacing back and forth in the hall, sighing repeatedly, his expression conflicted.

"What's wrong, Gallia?"

Milair asked.

Gallia was pacing in a daze when he suddenly heard Milair's voice. Startled, and seeing that it really was Milair, he quickly jogged over.

"Lord Milair, it's like this, there's some very big news coming out today, and I'm wondering whether I should tell you, since this news has nothing to do with the friend you mentioned or the Knights."

Let me explain briefly.

In truth, Miler wasn't interested in hearing it, and she didn't believe that this so-called "huge" news could be bigger than her own news.

But since Gallia has said so, it wouldn't hurt to listen.

"Okay, that's how it is."

Gallia cleared her throat, gathered her thoughts, and spoke in the shortest possible terms:

"This morning, Principal Mochi of the Holy Knight Academy was found unconscious at the doorstep of Master Tata's house."