The terrain on the outskirts of Ao Yala is fairly flat, with little to mention in the three major directions of the periphery, except for two tributaries. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's just a pity that the soil in this place is not very good, otherwise it would be a fairly good cultivated land, and a city that could be formed in this location before was largely dependent on Icefield City, becoming a foothold for other places to go to Icefield City, and the river also provided good water transportation, so it slowly formed a small city.

But the advantages of this small city are really not much, and it is just the same thing after so many years, if someone hadn't chosen this place to start climbing technology, Da Yala would still be such a small city now.

The terrain outside the city was flat, the scattered woods were not dense, and the west side was much more barren and almost devoid of vegetation, which made it difficult to maintain seclusion in such a place, and the occasional patrol of the Assassins and guards only had to walk around the vicinity twice, and it was easy to clear the area, much easier than the place on the south side, where there were more trees.

But there are people who like to do tricks in this kind of wasteland that is easy to be discovered......

A cloaked guy had been standing by the rubble of the wasteland for a few moments, looking into the distance to see something, as if waiting for the time to come, or confirming something.

This guy's cloak hasn't been changed for a long time, and it has become one of his symbols now, and many people who come into contact with him don't even know their names, so this cloak shape and silver coat of arms have become a symbol of his status.

That's it, those miscellaneous fish, they don't need to know who he is at all, they just need to complete the goal under the same interests, and what does it matter to others whether they live or die.

In addition to those high-sounding reasons, he just didn't get other cloak that could be replaced, his previous clothes were made of relatively high quality, and they were not suitable for wearing ostentatious clothes in the market now, and he was usually busy with various things, so he would not make time for such a trivial matter as a cloak at this time to do anything. It was only after he came out of the smoke-filled basement last time that the smell of tobacco made him think of a different outfit.

But that's just an idea, and it's still a long way from action. He still has a lot to do.

Today, for example, will be a very important part of the whole plan......

It had taken him days to figure out the pattern of the Aoyala guards, and the Assassins, who were already understaffed, appeared much less often than the guards, and the whole pattern was easy to understand if one cared - only for the wasteland.

Because this place is really nothing to do, whether it is yourself or an outsider, there is really nothing more to do in this place, holding death is passing by or stopping to rest for a few minutes, and there is no need to take half of the world clearly at a glance, and everyone does not have too many expectations for this place...... It's a nice environment.

Leave a delicious slice of pizza for the adorable Assassins.

It was not yet ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun made the man in the cloak pull a shadow on the ground. He had been wandering around for more than an hour, just to make sure that the patrol cycle of the guards and assassins was the same as he had deduced, and that if something went wrong, the part he had carefully planned would be in vain.

In fact, it is very simple, if there is no accident, this area where I am should have been near since noon yesterday, and the next patrol should be noon and afternoon today. He had seen two groups of patrolling soldiers passing far away from the southwest flank, and the routes were as he had expected, and it seemed that now was the right time.

He was going to leave a little clue here, of course, a clue that he had prepared beforehand. He wanted to disguise a scene here, as if someone had briefly stayed here last night. The traces of human activity, the burned campfire, the turned sand and stones, all kinds of details were skillfully arranged on the ground by him, and finally he took out a stack of yellowed drawings from his arms, burned them in his hand in an instant, threw all the burned ashes and unburned fragments on the ground, threw them on with sand and stones, and deliberately let some of the ashes drift out with the wind.

That's enough, the assassins really have a very sensitive sense of touch, and these small clues left behind will probably really hide this scene for ordinary people, but they will definitely not escape the eyes of professional assassins.

If it weren't for the fact that the power of protection was really difficult to entangle, he wouldn't have to put so much effort into his straightforward purpose......

But if it succeeds, it's worth it.

This little clue should be discovered by this afternoon, and as long as they don't get suspicious, then this part of the plan should be perfectly achieved. Besides, even if you doubt the authenticity of these things, don't worry, now Skaloa has to deal with this kind of thing with a rather trustworthy attitude, and it will not affect his overall situation at all.

It couldn't be better......

He felt a sense of physical and mental pleasure at the thought that the plan was going well.

There was no longer anything left of him here, and the rest was waiting for the Assassins to find the pie here. He proudly patted the dust on his hands, quickly left the place, and made a head straight for Hobbs.

He had promised to solve some troublesome things, and in the basement he had said that he would help those people infiltrate Hobbes, and it was not easy to get into them at this juncture. There are probably only a few people in this world who can complete this task, and unfortunately, I am one of these people.

When he appeared in the eyes of others again, he had already changed his cloak and replaced it with a papal robe with gold trim on a white background, and at the same time completely exposed his appearance, appearing in the eyes of others openly. Compared to the way he used to cover himself with a cloak all the time, it looks like his aura is completely different now. Without the dangerous aura of before, he looks like an ordinary believer, wearing the usual priest's robes, and there is really nothing more to pay attention to around Hobbes now.

That's right, that's fine, that's exactly what he needs most. After tidying up his clothes and belongings, he swaggered through the outermost pass of Hobbes and entered the town.

He came here to find someone, this place is still the periphery of Hobbes's own city, the security check will not be as high as the inside, it is easier for him to sneak in no matter what, and here he can not only find the person he is looking for, but also relatively speaking, it is relatively deaf.

The streets of the town were bustling with a large number of passers-by, many of whom were dressed in papal clothes, and the place had been temporarily occupied by the Holy See's men, who were in full swing preparing for the coronation in three days, and no one noticed the newcomer.

But that doesn't mean no one has spotted him......

He had barely crossed the street when someone slapped him on the shoulder from behind, and in a surprised tone of surprise he exclaimed, "Hey, Kohler? ”

yes, there's someone here who knows him, and probably the only one here who knows him, and that's exactly what he's looking for. In fact, Kohler was also thinking about how to find the other party as quickly as possible, but he didn't expect to be bumped into by the other party on the street.

"It's really you!"

At the same time as Kohler turned around, the other party excitedly stepped forward and gave a hug: "Great, why are you here?" We haven't seen each other for half a year, are you okay? Oh yes, we're busy...... But it's not like you can't take a break, aren't we lazy, old man? ”

"No need to do this, I also have a mission to do, I won't tell you that I'm here to find you, why don't we find a suitable place to talk?" Kohler replied naturally, and then patted the other party's shoulder: "The business is settled, let's go have two more drinks." ”

"Oh, of course~"

The other party smiled for a while, and as he beckoned, Kohler turned left and right into a room.

Bronte. Cain, his old friend, had worked together for a long time, until he and he were transferred out of their positions half a year ago, and Brontë was now assigned to manage the related work in the neighborhood, and he had an even more unknown purpose.

Kohler followed Brontë all the way into the house, which was cluttered with documents and looked like a makeshift office, which was exactly what happened.

The two exchanged pleasantries very warmly, and as they sat down in the room, Brontë began to rummage through his bookcase, hoping to find the red wine he had secretly hidden. So he turned his back to Kohler, so he didn't see the change in Kohler's expression.

Khloe and Brontë were still chatting enthusiastically about the past and work, but while Brontë was busy rummaging through his bookcase, Khloe quickly flipped through the papers in the rest of the room without moving. He had worked with a lot more documents than that, and it was easy to look through the contents of the room.

Besides, he didn't need to read anything at all, just knew what it was—until he found the one he was looking for, put it away, and put what he had ready.

So when Brontë pulled out from under the bookcase disappointed, he didn't notice anything unusual in the room at all, and he didn't even think about what his old friend was going to do......

The wine had already been stolen by an unknown bastard, and the two of them had to hope that they would sneak out and find a bar for a drink or two. For this reason, it is all the more important to get the business done quickly.

Kohler had come nominally with a serious business, and of course he had to carry out this deceptive pretense.

He took out a dossier covered with wax from his sleeve and handed it to Brontë seriously.

A fake dossier certified with genuine official wax and forged innocuous content......

With this as a shield, no one will have doubts about the purpose of his trip.

Everything is going smoothly. (To be continued.) )