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Originally, they had land for farming, which allowed them to survive without going broke. That was just a way of expressing how happy one could be to do something righteous.

"Have you lost some of your stiffness as you've gotten older?"

Abel thought it was possible to interpret it that way. After all, the field officer who used to cause frostbite was nowhere to be found. But when the decisive moment comes, this person will surely act according to principle.

"There hasn't been a fire yet, has there?"

"Yes, that's right."

"How does work go?"

"The surveillance team is up on the watchtower in four shifts, 24 hours a day."

"How do you communicate with the field?"

"For urgent or simple matters, we use flags. For more detailed information, we send out messengers. At night, we send signals by covering and then opening our lights."

The fire department had only been established a month ago. Although they trained frequently, they inevitably lacked practical experience. But looking at Count Patton's eyes, full of enthusiasm, Abel felt that he would do well no matter what came his way.

"You should also try to establish good ties with the Aramid Order. If priests are sent to the field, more people will be saved."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going now."

"No, wouldn't you like some tea?"

"How can I keep you busy? Just work hard, and I will be satisfied with that."

"That's a truly worthy answer from the mayor. I'll dedicate my whole body to putting out all the fires. Hahahaha!"

Viscount Patton of Nashville laughed heartily. Abel smiled faintly too. As expected, he had chosen a good person.

There hadn't been much to do since stopping by the fire department.

"It's so nice not having to go to trial. My head doesn't hurt either."

—Why don't you just step down from the position of Supreme Court judge and become mayor?

Abel seriously considered Shuguri's words. But then he shook his head.

"No. If someone else sits in that position, I don't know how they'll handle it."

Didn't the same thing happen in Deliat? After being away for a few months, things went back to normal.

If you don't manage it, it'll end up like the villains of the alley restaurant.

"Let's take a rest for now. I've been working too much lately."

The sun hadn't even set yet, but the only thing on his mind was 'getting off work.'

As Abel opened the window and lay down on the bed, he suddenly noticed the fire station near the workshop street.

'I installed it first because my house is the most important. But will I ever use it?'

While at it, he had brought in ten carriages of handguns. He did feel like it was a bit excessive. With this amount of area and population density, three or four would have been enough.

"Still, it can't hurt to be well prepared."

Because you never know when or how a disaster will occur.

Soon, Abel fell into a deep sleep, skipping dinner.

---

"Fire!"

The chaos began late at night. Although there was no watchtower like the fire station in Perias, the fire suppression speed was impressive.

It was thanks to the night patrol team returning, which allowed them to discover the fire early. The staff's response was also excellent. They immediately brought the pistol carriage and started pumping like crazy. When they shot water, the fire was extinguished instantly.

What was even more surprising was that the culprit who started the fire was caught.

"Sir McNeil caught all these guys?"

"Sure."

It was quite unexpected. They arrested dozens of people who were fleeing after setting fire to the building. Of course, it wasn't completely impossible. The criminals were ordinary people, while Cordell McNeil was a knight who had mastered Auror. And wasn't he a black agent who had also honed his assassination skills? Abel guessed he could do that easily.

The important thing was why these people set the fire.

"I would like to investigate it myself, but that would be against the law, so I will just hand it over to the police."

"Is that so? But is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"What else should I do here?"

"No, why is that? Like, 'Well done,' or 'That's great,' or... Haha!"

Aha! Are you hungry for compliments?

Honestly, it wasn't a difficult task. It was just a matter of offering lip service a few times.

Abel nodded willingly and was about to speak, but then suddenly an idea struck him.

"Ah, Sir McNeill."

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"But why were you there at that time?"

If you were a normal escort, wouldn't you have to be more careful at night? After all, horrifying things like assassinations usually happen at night.

Cordell McNeil shrugged and replied, "I ran into you on my way back from the party?"

Should I criticize rather than praise him? It's not like I necessarily need an escort. Besides, I'm not feeling well. Seriously, this guy seems like he's always playing around.

"That won't work. I'll have to ask His Majesty to change the escort."

"Ugh! Please stop that. I don't want to lose this sweet spot!"

"No. Don't change it. Go back."

---

The police and prosecutors' office hunted down the criminals, but nothing came of it. The people who originally requested the job did not reveal their identities at all. So, the case was concluded by simply disbanding the underworld organization, the Colmer Gang.

Of course, it didn't end like this. Isn't that a crime of setting fire to the Duke's house? Abel had prepared in advance, but if it had been another territory, there would have been great damage. The gun carriages weren't cheap enough to fit many of them.

"Mayor, we will take special measures to prevent this from happening again!" Count Howell Pierre, the chief prosecutor, shouted with blazing eyes.

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There was no need to be that passionate. All you had to do was take a cool-headed look at the underworld and investigate the situation.

'Is it because I got help from Viscount Jaren Burgess of the Northern Ark? I don't dislike him that much.'

Of course, the Colmer gang that carried out this incident were a real gang of thugs. It's only natural to destroy them. But if other underworld organizations were just general intelligence organizations, Abel would have been willing to give them a pass.

If you're going to fight crime, you can't just destroy a perfectly good detective agency, right?

"Don't be too emotional. Just calmly check to see if there's a crime."

"Ah... Yes."

Perhaps because he answered so calmly, Count Pierre ended up with an embarrassed expression. It seemed that Abel's remark had been a bit of a flattering one.

"You're saying that you're doing this for me?"

"Let's go. I won't get involved. It would be best for you, Chief, to stay out of the field."

"Yes!"

It's just a few gangs from the underworld. Is there really any need for the chief prosecutor to get involved? It would have been better to give the impression that attacking them was meaningless. Then, the prosecutor wouldn't rush in rashly. Of course, preparations were needed behind the scenes.

Besides, how busy was Pierre that he would care about something like this?

Abel left the prosecutor's office straight away and headed to the court. He had been spending half of his week focusing on city work, so the trials had piled up.

'By the way, what do we do now?'

He stared blankly at the gavel on his desk in his office. Since he had gotten Hector the Punisher, Abel had always left him there. If you carry two hammers, it's bound to be a hassle. Besides, these days they even use Hector the Punisher in trials, because the sound is much better than that of a gavel.

"I can't keep leaving it here, so I'll have to give it to someone else."

Knock knock!

A knock suddenly interrupted his thoughts. By now, it would have been time for the junior judges to bring in the court documents. Abel spoke in a calm voice.

"Come in."

"Hello, Mayor... I made a mistake, perhaps because you have such a high reputation as mayor these days. I apologize, Your Honor."

The person who appeared early in the morning was Judge Josef Padilla. Anyone could tell he was a member of the Sierra aristocracy, but he himself absolutely claimed that he wasn't.

'This won't work.'

Abel thought he should give it to him lightly, but he still believed it would be better to give it to someone who does nice things. He could give an extra piece of rice cake to someone he disliked, but it wouldn't have the same meaning.

It was obvious how much Josef was swaggering around, saying that the gavel had been given to him by the Supreme Court judge.

"Is this a court document?"

"Yes! I only read the first part, but it didn't seem that difficult."

"Aren't there any difficult trials these days?"

"It happens often, but it's resolved to some extent. This is because there are so many good precedents."

"That's fortunate."

These days, judges often base their judgments on Abel's verdicts. If they did that, there wouldn't be any backlash even if someone of high status was involved. If there had been an appeal, Abel would have taken charge. So, it was the right course of events. You couldn't carry on with all the difficult trials forever.

So, can't he just rest?

'Hey, that's a bit...'

As a superior, Abel had to set an example. Can he just pass on all the work to someone else just because they have a higher position?

"Thank you. I'll see you later at court."