Avery was a black skin.

Black skin is a contemptuous name given by the people of the imperial capital to the secret agents under the Ombudsman, because their uniforms are pure black.

Of course, there is another meaning, which is that the people of the Inspectorate are always like black-skinned rats, wandering around the sewers and gutters, peering into the production activities of people everywhere, from the aristocratic quarters to the slums, and there is no corner of Pompeii that does not have their eyeliners.

Avery felt that they were innocent.

The Ombudsman is the eye of His Majesty the Emperor.

Those ubiquitous eyeliners clearly represented the ruling power of the great and noble majesty radiating from the palace and holding the entire imperial capital completely in their hands, but everyone ignored this.

They believe that the great emperor has been deceived by sinister villains, and even civilians will casually scold the Ombudsman in their daily spare time, making the reputation of the Ombudsman even more notorious.

There is no reason for this.

Just as all the important ministers knew, the emperor more than once affectionately called the head of the Inspectorate, the old man who was respected and feared by all the black-skinned people, "My dear old dog", but the nobles who greeted them with smiling faces turned their faces and immediately snorted maliciously, "Damn cunning fox, sooner or later you will have to go to hell!" ”

Of course, Avery also admits that the work of the Ombudsman is indeed a little more dirty.

The assertion of "going to hell" is indeed irrefutable for the vast majority of members who have worked for more than two years.

Few people know that the Ombudsman's operational department is divided into black-clawed, white-clawed and gray-clawed - self-proclaimed minions of the emperor.

Among them, the Black Claws are the most powerful, they do the dirtiest and most secret work, and their identities are also the most mysterious, and even the General Administration generally does not see them.

Avery had been in the Ombudsman for more than four years, and he knew only two barely familiar faces in Blackpaw.

White Claws are the most glamorous, they all have identities on the bright side, complete compilation and generous treatment.

All the work of showing up and dealing with outsiders is basically done by the white claws, so they have a wide network, even if they retire, it is easy to become a rich merchant or a small landlord in peace and stability in the future.

The high-level of the White Claw, even the noble disciples who have no inheritance rights, are in unlimited scenery outside, everyone avoids it, and no one dares not to send them invitations at the ball, but none of the main families really welcome them.

Grey Claw is recognized as the bottom of the three.

Most of them were low-status, or they were not very visible, and they were nowhere near as professional and capable as the first two, often either in charge of the most tiring tasks or as cannon fodder to clear the way for the Black Claws.

Fortunately, Greypaw is the most numerous of the three, and many operations are indispensable for their intelligence support, so they finally didn't bully the first two too much.

So, when Avery learned from the crooked channel that the boss of the Black Claw had been thrown down by the leader and descended three times in a row, he immediately locked himself in the room and laughed three times at the wall:

"Well deserved! Tell you to rob us of our operational funds! ”

And after laughing, Avery immediately received the task of spilling people out and asking about all things related to Crescent Bay.

If you don't complete the task, you don't have to come back, and you can put the belt around your neck, or simply jump off the moat, so as not to have to spend time cleaning it up.

- This is a death order!

As soon as Avery heard this, he immediately knew that something was wrong.

When he knew better, his chance was coming!

Because he was now sitting in a carriage bound for the Arcane Order's residence—not in the carriage, of course, but in the driver's seat at the front of the carriage.

Avery Ming's job is that of a public carriage driver, a profession that is easy to come into contact with and well-informed.

After his companion sneaked into the porch of a white-robed mage and cracked the axle of the other's car, Avery pretended to pass by as an empty car after two laps around the rich area, and naturally caused the white-robed mage whose carriage had rolled into the gutter halfway through the way to his car.

Crescent Bay is located fifty miles away from the east gate of the imperial capital, there is only one road directly, all the way is flat fields, no hills, no woods, and even the nearby land is not allowed to plant fruit trees more than two people high, only wheat can be planted, or dwarf economic plants, such as white camellia fields and the like.

Avery did not know how many of the tenant farmers who were hoeing in the fields were his peers, and he whistled briskly to the trestle outside the station, where only a few carriages were parked, and they looked like they were all rental carriages.

Avery sighed:

You can't blame your peers for being too single, it's really a place like the Royal Secret Law Order, it's too difficult to penetrate!

Those damn mages who threw their chin up to the sky were incredible!

No matter how the agents infiltrated, bribed, and even sent the mage Black Skin, who had been secretly cultivated, into it-

But in no more than three months, those people will either be expelled, assigned to a mission in the countryside, or simply disappeared, their fate unknown.

Over time, the peers realized that in the face of magical magic, even if there was a mouth that could not be pried open, there was no locked brain, so they simply stopped sending cannon fodder to the Royal Secret Method.

Even the most powerful Ombudsman, at most, has mixed in with a few loose-mouthed mages to gather some public information that is more popular in the Secret Wizardry - there are many eccentric and irascible mages among them, but none of them have low IQs, and ordinary tricks can't fool them.

Therefore, Avery was almost certain that he and the few possible companions in the carriage next to him were definitely the most likely to get first-hand information at the moment.

I didn't expect to wait for seven days.

During these seven days, there was basically only entry and no exit in Crescent Bay.

The mages who hurried back were all white-robed, dusty one by one, and they didn't know where they got the news, so they rushed back from afar.

Avery lamented that if the mage's method of communication could be popularized, their casualty rate when collecting information would definitely be reduced to a miraculous level!

He didn't find nothing in the rest.

After all, no matter how closed they were, the secret magic group was not completely closed after all, they always had to eat and drink Lazar, and after seven days, a lot of news had leaked out, and the coachman Avery had even mingled with a few familiar faces.

They are tacitly aware of each other's identities, and often test each other in private, and find out each other's identities and the scope of knowledge, but they all know in their stomachs that although there are all kinds of rumors and everything, there is only one real key task for them:

That is, to find out the identity of the archmage who is said to be perfectly promoted!

――If you can see each other's faces with your own eyes, it will be a great achievement to complete the task beyond the limit!

As a result, waiting, waiting, waiting, another day of waiting in vain passed, and the mission target didn't seem to show up, and Avery and his colleagues felt that it was not very good.

Everyone knows that after the archmage advances, it is usually impossible to show up immediately, and Avery and his peers can certainly wait for half a year, but the big people behind them have no class and no patience.

They made eye contact with several other "coachmen", and began the routine of testing and exchanging messages again.

"It's been a mess in the city lately." Avery spoke.

"No way, those stupid civilians have never had the chance to see an archmage promotion once in their lives, how do you know what's going on!"

Another coachman said, "My neighbor's eighth woman is also rumored everywhere that the mages of Crescent Bay have raised a big water monster in the deep water river, and the weather a few days ago is that the water monster is spraying water!" ”

Avery laughed and said:

"It's even more ridiculous that there is a lame old Jack in the slums, who even says that it is the Imperial military making secret weapons, that he was once invited, and then sent back with his memories erased! You say it's funny! Haha-"

A few idle coachmen burst out laughing.

"Damn, it's a nasty billet from the Garrison!" Avery scolded in his heart, "How dare you scold us for being eight women!" ”

Because of the thunderous anger of the leader, the Ombudsman also played with his life this time, and even released a lot of smoke bombs in order to fish in troubled waters.

Exaggerated rumors spread to the common people, and under the influence of this, some gangsters and hooligans disrupted the public and fought, which naturally caused a lot of trouble for the security office in the city.

And the secret agent of the garrison department is naturally scolding:

"The black-skinned scum who should go to hell dares to give us a yin hand, so that you old fox can taste the taste of being called to tea by His Majesty!"

The leakage of military information is a great dereliction of duty on the part of the Ombudsman, and even if it is not true, it is enough for the Ombudsman to panic for a while.

- The boss of the garrison, alias Blackjack, is incompatible with the cunning fox. It is said that even when they walk on the same road, they keep at least a foot apart from each other.

The other spies from all sides, of course, were not idle, watching the spies of the two strongest official forces fighting, and they were also fighting others.

Their attitude is a reflection of the current situation in the imperial capital.

The vision seven days ago was really alarmed not by the commoners who were keen to spread rumors, but by the nobles who seemed cold at first, but actually sent people around to investigate.

After all, whether an archmage is promoted or not has little to do with civilians.

Even if they know the truth, ordinary people just use it as an after-dinner conversation, and after talking for a while, it will pass.

Even for the aristocracy, if it is not a magical family, and the family domain does not even have a hundred thousand hectares (that is, a thousand kilometers, the standard area of a hereditary earl's territory - roughly equivalent to the land area of Hong Kong), then it is not very pointed.

Only the great nobles who have the qualifications to show favor to the archmage and have the capital to invest in it can really care about the identity and origin of the new archmage.

Even if it is a step too late to show favor now, for these big nobles, even if they can't win over, they must pay a certain amount of attention to their appearance.

No one wants to leave a bad impression in the minds of the new archmages that they ignore them.

Sometimes, for these big families with a long history and deep heritage, if they don't make new enemies, they have already made achievements.

Especially when the news of the crown prince's canonization has been personally admitted by the emperor and the news has spread to the point that the streets are known and heard, the slightest disturbance in the imperial capital will touch the sensitive nerves of the nobles.

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