145 I Am Leaving With Her (2/2)
She was sitting in the Garrison Guard Station for half a day.
The three Hamsters that got her into trouble weren't sent here.
They were immediately sent out of Winterfell by the Beetlemon. Evelynn saw that and asked the Garrison Guard worriedly, who replied, ”Arson and jailbreak and, most importantly, being buskers on the streets without a license. They were sent for execution immediately. Ai, they should have helped us save some arrows.”
Evelynn didn't dare to probe further.
She didn't expect the cute Hamsters to do such terrible things. Looks could be deceiving.
Evelynn thought that after recording down her statement, she could leave.
Perhaps she could even arrive at work on time without a penalty to her diligence reward.
But her hopes were dashed.
When she was sent to the Garrison Guard Station, a Gnome in a loose waistcoat asked her related questions and recorded her statement.
After an hour of questioning, she was pronounced guilty.
Then, she tried to find all her contacts who could help her post bail.
From friends, classmates, and colleagues to neighbors since young. Nobody was willing to post bail or be her guarantor. All her relationships with them were in vain.
In reality, these relationships were useless in most situations.
After sitting in the Garrison Guard Station for a day, Evelynn was losing hope.
”It seems like nobody's posting bail for you,” the Gnome said to Evelynn and stood up.
”Follow me. Prepare to stay in prison for a long time.”
”Wait, wait a moment, I'm really innocent!” Evelynn struggled for the last time.
”Everyone says that.” The Gnome looked like he was used to such stuff.
He took out the chains and handcuffs, intending to restrain Evelynn with them.
Evelynn lowered her head. She could almost envision her prison life.
She had just graduated and was without a stable job. And now she met with such misfortune. Perhaps she might encounter the three despicable Hamsters.
At this thought, she had the urge to bawl.
Who is coming…
Who is coming… to help me…
Evelynn shed a tear of agony.
Who is coming to bail me out—!
”Apologies, I hope I'm not too late.”
Just when Evelynn's wrists were feeling the coldness of the handcuffs, a tall figure with a pair of folded wings and a black windbreaker appeared before her.
His black leather shoes were perfectly clean, and his long pants were without creases. His hands, which were covered by white velvet gloves, were crossed as they held onto a gray wooden cane. The white shirt was all buttoned up. He had a striped tie, and its end was tucked into the waistcoat.
The Devil was stylishly dressed.
Sherlock held his cane as he removed his tall black hat. His hair was messy, but he appeared suave.
His black pupils reflected the image of Evelynn, who was about to bawl.
Sherlock placed his tall hat on his arm and smiled gently.
”I'm leaving with her, Garrison Guard.”