Suddenly, as if sensing something, Glen directed his gaze towards the gate of the police station.

The police officer who had just gone to deliver the message came running back, his forehead glistening with perspiration and a hint of panic evident in his demeanor. "Mr. Glen, the sheriff has instructed me to escort you over."

Glen rose to his feet and inquired in an odd tone, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Let's hurry over there," the police officer replied, sounding somewhat anxious.

He doesn't look fine at all. The sheriff didn't come himself but sent for me. It seems something has gone awry... Glen refrained from asking further and gestured for the police officer to lead the way.

As they proceeded along a path that grew increasingly familiar, Glen already had a shrewd suspicion about what this was all about.

Sure enough, they arrived at the very spot where he had vanquished that colossal worm.

Sheriff Dogli was standing beside the worm's corpse, accompanied by a strange figure not clad in the standard black police uniform.

"Captain, I've brought the individual here," the police officer reported loudly.

Dogli and the strange figure turned around simultaneously, their expressions distinctly different.

Dogli appeared somewhat nervous, whereas the stranger wore a faint, scrutinizing smile.

Without the sheriff's prompting, Glen knew full well that this stranger must be the one dispatched from above.

One could discern from his attire alone that he was a person of extremely high status.

Moreover, the dangerous aura that constantly emanated from him further attested to this.

As Glen drew nearer, Hamoin's eyes grew increasingly sharp.

"Sir, what are you doing here? And what on earth is this monster? It's terrifying..." Glen covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, his tone slightly timid and his manner reserved.

Dogli was slightly taken aback but then relaxed a bit.

Hamoin, however, tightened his hand that was behind his back.

Both of them had a fleeting thought: He's incredibly good at acting!

"Mr. Glen, this is the chief officer of the special law enforcement team from the main city. Hurry and offer your greetings," Dogli said, gesturing towards Hamoin.

Glen shrank his neck and stammered, "Ch... Chief Officer, hello. I'm Glen."

"Hello. There's no need to be nervous. I'm not as fearsome as you might imagine," Hamoin said, consciously retracting his imposing aura and instead flashing a kind smile.

"How can I not be nervous? I've never encountered an official of your stature..." Glen smiled sheepishly, feigning an innocent and harmless demeanor.

"Is that so?" Hamoin continued to smile faintly. Suddenly, as if engaging in idle conversation, he asked, "You seem to be quite acquainted with Sheriff Dogli. What business did you have with him?"

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"It's nothing of great consequence. I just hired some employees today and came to inquire if there are any relevant laws to regulate them. You know, it can be quite a headache when subordinates don't follow the rules," Glen replied with great naturalness.

"I see," Hamoin said, inhaling quietly.

I refuse to believe I can't find your flaw! ... He gritted his teeth inwardly.

"You don't seem overly frightened by this monster. Were you already aware of its existence?" Hamoin asked, pointing at the giant worm behind him.

Dogli's heart constricted involuntarily. He silently prayed that Glen wouldn't give himself away.

Glen glanced at the putrid giant worm and matter-of-factly said, "Isn't it already dead, slain by you? I heard that you're experts at dealing with such things. With you around, I'm not that scared."

Still a reasonable response. Hamoin felt challenged.

He hadn't experienced this feeling in a long while.

He was someone who delighted in analyzing people's psychology based on their facial expressions and subtle body language.

He had accomplished countless tasks using this method. Even the most astute actors would reveal their true colors in front of him. Situations that posed a real challenge to him were few and far between.

This was one such situation.

"Your answer is quite reasonable. However, you can cease your pretense. I've already seen through you," Hamoin suddenly declared with unwavering certainty.

At this, Dogli, who was standing nearby, was convinced that Glen had made a slip somewhere.

"Pretending? Pretending what? Are you addressing me, sir?" Glen looked around, feigning a dull-witted expression.

This is indeed a tough situation... Hamoin's eyelid twitched, yet he maintained his confident demeanor. "When Dogli heard that you were seeking him, he wore an expression that something was amiss. This can't be explained merely by you coming to consult about some trivial matter. Considering what we were discussing before your arrival, I have reason to suspect that you're implicated in this matter."

"Ah? Chief Officer, you mean I'm connected to this monster?" Glen pointed at his own nose, then shook his head with a pale face. "No, no. How could this thing possibly be related to an ordinary person like me? You must be mistaken!"

Trying to bluff me? You're not up to it... Glen sneered inwardly.

"Still pretending!" Hamoin took a step forward, towering over Glen and glaring at him. "I advise you to come clean. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire."

"I truly have no idea what you're talking about," Glen said, plopping down on the ground as if cowed by Hamoin's imposing presence.

The two of them stared at each other. Glen's innocent act seemed more like mockery in Hamoin's eyes.

Hamoin was certain that Glen was involved in this matter, and Glen knew that Hamoin knew he was involved.

However, Hamoin couldn't uncover any concrete evidence of Glen's guilt.

I've failed... Hamoin closed his eyes.

Dogli stepped forward and helped Glen up, reassuring him, "The Chief Officer was merely jesting with you. Don't take it to heart."

After saying this, he secretly gave Glen a thumbs-up.

Hamoin turned around, his back to the two of them, lost in thought.

After a moment, he suddenly said, "Mr. Glen, you reside in Baiyek, don't you?"

Glen pretended to hesitate for a moment before replying, "Yes, sir."

There's nothing to conceal about this. It can be easily discovered with a simple investigation.

He must have arrived earlier than I anticipated and conducted some investigations on his own... This was Dogli's first thought.

"Baiyek is a wonderful place," Hamoin said, giving a slight nod. "Let me inform you of a regulation that isn't enshrined in the kingdom's laws but is tacitly acknowledged by all the high-ranking officials."

Both Glen and Dogli cast puzzled glances his way.

Hamoin slowly turned around, his expression returning to that faint smile. "For the residents of Baiyek, taking a life is not considered an offense."

The two of them wore expressions of shock.

Why is he telling me this? What's his motive? Killing isn't a crime for the residents of Baiyek... It feels as if he's saying that a mentally ill person killing someone isn't a crime. Is that what he means? ... Glen was lost in a brief moment of intense contemplation.

Dogli, on the other hand, was simply filled with confusion and curiosity.

What kind of regulation is this? Baiyek is becoming increasingly mysterious...

Paying no heed to the slightly dazed expressions of the two, Hamoin walked past them gracefully with one hand behind his back. "My people will arrive in a few days. They'll transport the worm's corpse away. Kindly arrange accommodation for me, Sheriff. Thank you."

It took Dogli a while to snap out of his reverie. He tugged at Glen, who was still frowning in thought. "Let's go. These important figures enjoy playing tricks on us common folk. Those words might just be intended to trouble us. Don't pay them any mind."

Glen nodded and departed with Dogli.