Time flew like a white colt flashing past a crack, and in the blink of an eye, several more months had passed.
The fifty-ninth class of trainees at the Royal Higher Police Academy welcomed graduation day.
After a year of study, the vast majority of the students had earned enough credits. They happily received their diplomas, gilding their résumés with a dazzling layer of gold.
Under normal circumstances, once they returned from Ceres to their respective posts, they would all receive a promotion within a short time.
Unlike many of the trainees, however, Ronan still needed to intern in the royal capital for half a year.
"Which district bureau do you want to go to?"
In the dean's office, Gustav Rhine had his curvaceous female secretary make Ronan a cup of coffee. Smiling, he said, "I can arrange any of them for you!"
The Lion Earl was not merely boasting. Though he did not belong to the royal capital's police system, his status and position spoke for themselves. If he said the word, the General Police Bureau would never dare refuse him that courtesy.
Moreover, Ronan's grades were outstanding. His total credits ranked first among his class.
Of Ceres's seven major district bureaus, Ronan could truly choose whichever one he wanted!
In truth, Gustav Rhine did not think Ronan needed to work as a detective anymore. With Ronan's abilities and strength, arranging an important post for him in the Garrison Army would not have been a problem.
Yet Ronan insisted on remaining within the police system.
Without hesitation, Ronan replied, "Then Old Port District."
"Old Port District?"
Gustav Rhine suspected that he had misheard. "Are you serious?"
Of the royal capital's seven districts, Old Port District had the worst environment.
Old Port District had once been exceptionally prosperous, but it