Adult Fairy Tale: Starting With Social Security Black Stockings Little Red Riding Hood! Chapter 412

The marketplace was bustling with people, merchants busy unloading and setting up their stalls. Goods were being moved from various carriages, ranging from large boxes of grain to small, exotic handicrafts.

When Rod and Alale entered the crowd, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.

“Lord Rod!”

A middle-aged man who looked like a steward walked over, a wide smile on his face.

“What brings you here, sir? Is there something important?”

“Just a routine inspection!”

Rod’s tone was flat.

“There have been some unusual occurrences in the city recently, and we need to confirm the situation of each merchant caravan!”

“Unusual occurrences?”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

“Understood, understood, we will cooperate fully!”

Rod nodded, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding merchants and goods, and whispered to Alale.

“Look for flaws in their eyes and actions. Report anyone who looks suspicious to me immediately!”

“Understood!”

Alale immediately perked up and began observing her surroundings.

The two walked and inspected, Rod’s gaze calm and sharp, while Alale appeared nonchalant, but in reality, she didn’t miss a single detail.

Soon, they stopped in front of a stall. The stall owner was a somewhat thin middle-aged man with a fawning smile on his face, but his fingers were constantly tapping the tabletop, appearing somewhat nervous.

“What kind of goods are these?”

Rod asked coldly, his gaze fixed on him.

“Th-They are some ordinary spices and fabrics!”

The stall owner stammered.

“Do you want to inspect them?”

“Of course!”

Rod waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward and began to search the goods.

Alale stared at the stall owner’s face, then suddenly leaned forward and said with a grin.

“Boss, why are your hands shaking so much? Are you feeling guilty?”

“N-No!”

The stall owner quickly waved his hands, but his eyes dared not meet Alale’s gaze.

“Hmm… something’s not right!”

Alale rubbed her chin and turned to look at Rod.

“Lord Rod, this guy seems to have a problem!”

“Take him down!”

Rod said coldly.

“Bring him back for interrogation!”

The soldiers immediately stepped forward and apprehended the stall owner. He struggled desperately but was quickly subdued and taken away along with his goods.

“How about that, my intuition is accurate, right!”

Alale said proudly.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself!”

Rod glanced at her.

“This is just the beginning, it might get more troublesome later!”

“It’s fine, I’m here!”

Alale patted her chest.

“I guarantee none of them will escape!”

Rod and Alale continued to patrol the marketplace. The sun gradually grew stronger, and the bustling crowd was filled with various sounds: hawking, chatter, and the rumbling of carriages intertwined, but Rod’s gaze remained as sharp as an eagle’s, sweeping over every stall and every passerby.

“Lord Rod, it seems a bit too quiet here!”

Alale walked up to a stall piled with sacks and whispered.

“These goods don’t look right!”

Rod stopped and his gaze fell on the sacks. The sacks were covered with a layer of straw, making them look like ordinary grain, but Rod immediately noticed the anomaly.

“Open them for inspection!”

He said to the soldiers behind him.

Several soldiers immediately stepped forward and cut open a sack with their knives. Inside the sack was not grain, but some black powder, emitting a faint smell of decay.

“This is…” Alale squatted down, pinched a little powder, and put it to her nose to smell it, then immediately covered her nose.