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A gray light and shadow flew from the sky, flew into a man's room through the open window, and landed on the palm of a beautiful man's hand, which turned out to be a small bird with brownish feathers.

Unlike the usual messenger pigeon, this little bird is petite and delicate, but it has a very strange appearance because it has a very strange pouch under its throat.

The bird stood panting in the man's hand and spat out a wax pill from his pouch.

Then he let out a low cry at the man, and pecked the man's hand with his pointed mouth.

Then he gently jumped off the man's palm, and landed on the table next to him to rest, eating the grains and spare water prepared by his master.

After the quail egg-sized wax pill was spit out, it was still lying hot in the man's palm with the temperature and saliva in the bird's body.

The man didn't dislike its slimy saliva, put the wax pill on the table, and bent down to take out a small fluorescent dagger from the shaft of his boot.

The man sandwiched the small willow-leaf dagger between two slender white fingers, held the knife in one hand, and held the wax pill with the other hand to prevent it from rolling, and cut it at the round wax pill on the table.

When the man cut open the wax pill, there was a paper ball inside the hollow wax pill.

The man stretched out his white and slender hand, took out the note inside, and opened it to see, although it was only a few numbers, but after the young man saw it, a light of surprise shot out of his eyes.

The man looked up, a heartfelt smile on his lips.

He stretched out his bony hand, put the note on the candle flame and lit it, and was relieved to see it burned to ashes.

Then he took a piece of paper cut into a palm-sized piece of paper and wrote a few words on it.

Then the wax pill was sealed, and when the little bird saw that the owner had sealed it, he took the initiative to open its sharp mouth and swallow it in its own sac and store it.

The man picked it up with the palms of both hands, brought it to the window, and lifted it up.

With this strength, the bird spread its wings and flew out like an arrow from the hyun.

The man was very happy as he watched the birds fly farther and farther.

This special bird cultivated by their family to act as a messenger is not known to other families, and there is no way to domesticate it.

They are the only ones who have a unique skill that allows them to drive this particular bird, and it is very inconspicuous to fly into the air, not as conspicuous as carrier pigeons.

If a person like him comes in as an undercover agent, if he uses carrier pigeons to transmit messages to the outside, it is most likely to expose his identity and arouse the suspicion of others.

Even if it flies low in the air, even if it is hunting, it will not be bored to be interested in it.

Because if you knock down this kind of small bird, it's not enough for people to stuff their teeth.

So using this bird on this greatly avoids a lot of trouble.

Originally, he had suffered so many blows in the past few days, and he had so many things on his mind that he almost collapsed.

If it weren't for the slightest doubt in his heart, he might really be slumped.

He didn't have the heart to sleep at all these days, and he was worried day and night, so he was much haggard.

At this moment, I got the quasi-letter for several days, and I suddenly relaxed, but I felt very sleepy, so I washed up and fell asleep.