A "sentinel" with an extremely pale color, almost transparent, its body had become sparse and indistinguishable, and it struggled to fly down to a tower in Najian City, and immediately disappeared. A small volume of secret letters was left on the windowsill, and the seal rolled down the windowsill into the room, and when it was about to fall off the edge, it was quickly caught by a man's hand. It was a sergeant's hand.

The "sentinel" embodied by the psychic power also has the limit distance of flight. Lei Jin sent it from the eastern border city of Cuijing City to the westernmost Najian City, thousands of stars away. If it weren't for his superhuman psychic abilities and familiarity with the Empire, the Sentinel would have been almost impossible to reach.

As the sergeant who had obtained the secret letter entered the command room, a secret order was sent from the tower to the guards of the various gates. The merchants who entered and exited the empire through Najian City were sensitive to the fact that the gates had become stricter. The guards seemed to be searching for someone, but all the Imperial people of fifteen or sixteen years old with amber eyes and chestnut hair, and the tall and sturdy ones with short brown hair in their thirties, were taken to the examination room for questioning, and most of them were temporarily detained.

Najian City is huge, and the whole city is divided into many blocks for travelers of all walks of life to identify.

The market area is home to a variety of shops selling specialty goods brought in from the east and west, the currency area is the hub for large trades, the Holy See is home to the Cathedral of Najian City, which is the most concentrated place of papal culture in Najian City, and the confidential area is home to the public offices of various military and political departments, the Mercenary Guild, the Psychic Research Association, and the Psychic Appraisal Office, which has almost ceased to function. The heavy stone partition wall allows two people to run side by side, and in addition to dividing the areas, it also serves as a quick passage for soldiers to get to each area.

The Central District is the liveliest place, and the heart of the city, the Council Hall, is located in the very center of the city. The council hall is a three-story zigzag imperial building with walls and guards on the perimeter and watchtowers at the corners. Outside the council hall is the central plaza and the clock tower, where the main road connecting the various districts meets, so there are many shops. The tavern "The Scabbard and the Rose" in the central district is famous, and business travelers like to have a drink here, exchanging information by the way, and I heard that the bard who lives here is called Mortier, a half-elf woman, a graduate of the Graduate School of Arts, and a disciple of Thele Mawson.

On the way from the city gates to this dilapidated tavern yesterday, Ian heard the name "Mortier" no less than five times, as well as many adjectives that Ian could not even write, such as "clear voice", "gentle singing", "cleansed mind", and so on.

However, Ian and Sid did not dare to swagger down to eat in such a lively place.

In a deserted alley in the market district, in a nondescript tavern, they were sitting by the window.

"I just heard," Sid said as low as he could, keeping his voice to himself, "Since yesterday, the gates of the city have been stepping up their investigations, but anyone who looks close to the size and hair color of the two of us will be brought in for strict questioning. ”

Ian was stunned: "The size and hair color of the two of us...... Isn't that all over the streets?"

"It's a lot of ......," Sid shrugged, "but I think that's coming at us." And there was no reward order, but the guards quietly stepped up the investigation. It seems that the falcon is also in a hurry, and it has been particularly troublesome to get in and out of the city recently. ”

He asked again, "What do you think, do you want to wait until this time is over and then find a chance to get out of the city?"

"No," Ian shook his head decisively, "We didn't strictly investigate when we entered the city, we only started yesterday, if it really has something to do with us, then I'm afraid Regin, even if he hasn't arrived yet, is already on his way." "Ian learned the name of the falcon from the witch, and remembered the battle with some trepidation.

"Is there anyone sitting here?" asked a stranger who suddenly leaned over.

Sid looked at the empty tables and few guests around him, and asked vigilantly, "Aren't there all empty seats around?"

"It's a business matter, and I want to ask if you two are interested. The stranger whispered, "I'll sit down first when there's no one here, it's too eye-catching to stand." ”

Sid and Ian frowned, but neither spoke out against it, which was considered acquiescence.

The man pulled out a chair and sat down, took off his hat and rested it on the table, and said, "Thank you." That's right, I think the two of you already know, and the two of them have been stepping up their interrogation at the city gates recently, and their body shape and appearance are very close to the two of you......" The stranger paused, looking at Ian and Sid.

"So what?" asked Sid faintly.

Ian's sword rested on the table, and he reached out and pressed his left hand lightly against the end of the hilt. He hadn't killed anyone yet, but he secretly warned himself: when he has to, he must be decisive.

"Don't excite young people, I have no ill will. The visitor smiled and hurriedly raised his two hands, "I said, I'm a businessman." I offer a service that can help the two of you to get out of town without being cross-examined, saving you a lot of trouble. I think that with the appearance of the two of them, if they go out of the city directly, they will definitely be invited to be interrogated, and even if they are fine, they will delay the trip for a few days. So I thought, maybe you're going to need my services, how about we? Shall we talk about the details?"

"Who are you?" asked Sid.

"The name doesn't matter, you don't know if I say a fake name, right? I'm in the intelligence business, and everyone calls me 'snakehead'. Ian found that the head of the man in his thirties, the shape and appearance of which was indeed a bit like a snake, with a flat and collapsed forehead and a pair of sharp and cold eyes.

The head of the snake continued: "Sending people out of the city is actually not my specialty, but this time...... You have also seen the sudden business opportunities, make some extra money. ”

Sid saw that his expression was natural, and he spoke with the smell of an intelligence dealer he was familiar with, not like he was lying.

"And ......what if," Ian said, tilting his head, tentatively, "what if we're really the ones the guards are looking for?"

"Twenty gold coins each to take you out of the city, if I can safely confirm that you are the ones the guards are looking for, fifty gold coins each—but this seems difficult to me, as I know no one knows who the guards are looking for, and probably they themselves don't know. The head of the snake smiled mysteriously.

Ian coldly approved, "So, you're still very professional?"

"I've been selling intelligence in Najian City for many years, but I'm very professional. Even if you are really the ones the guards are looking for, I won't get any benefit from handing you over, and I don't want any 'Good Citizen Medal of Najian City'. The head of the snake jokingly said, "When do you want to get out of the city?"

"The sooner the better. ”

"Tonight, then, wait for me in the alley next to the station in the currency area at nine o'clock tonight. If you don't want to be in trouble, don't talk to anyone you see over there. Now pay me a deposit of two gold coins each, and give me the rest when we meet tonight. ”

Sid took out four gold coins from his body and handed them to him, and as soon as the money fell into his hand, he stood up, "By the way, the names of the two?"

"Heath," Sid said again, gesturing at Ian, "Barn." ”

Ian thought to himself: as a spy, he didn't need to think about lying and making up fake names.

The head of the snake put on his hat, bowed slightly, turned around and hurried out of the tavern.

"It can't be a trap, right?"

"Probably not," Sid shook his head, "When I was an agent at Rifted Rock Castle, I came into contact with a lot of tipsters from all walks of life. He smelled like that. Oh yes," Sid suddenly remembered something, "how much money do you have on you?"

"Me?" Ian said as he flipped through his money bag, "My money is in Breeze Village, and I don't have much on me." I'll see, there's ...... Less than 1 gold ......"

"Well......" Sid sighed, holding his head, "why did I end up with such a poor god as you." After speaking, he patted his bag, "After paying this time, we have to think about it." That's all I have. ”

“...... I'll borrow you, and I'll find a way to pay you back when I get to the Federation......," Ian said embarrassedly.

"Just pay it back, you really have to find a way to make money when you get there, otherwise you won't be able to eat at that time. ”

The two of them had nothing to do, except for the bags and long swords at hand, there was nothing to collect. But he didn't dare to wander outside, so he had to sit and chat in this tavern. It wasn't long before Ian fell asleep by the window.

In the dream, he reappeared in the grove.

But this time, his dead companion did not appear, and there was no monster, only a blonde-haired aristocratic man waiting for him there.

Ian stood behind him, unable to see his face or who he was, but felt déjà vu in his dream.

The aristocratic man heard Ian's footsteps behind him and turned around. Ian saw his face, it was Regin.

With his signature light smile, Regin's mouth moved, as if to say "You're here." Later, Ian noticed that countless "black feathers" made of psychic power appeared around him, aiming at him.

Shocked, he reached out to draw his sword, but found that his waist was empty.

"Ian, Ian!" slapped him in the face and on his head.

Ian, who was awakened, opened his eyes and saw Sid propping up the table, his upper body had crossed the table to him, and looked at him with a frightened and strange expression: "Wake me up, what the hell are you doing!"

"What's wrong?" Ian rubbed his eyes before he was fully conscious.

"Hurry up and scatter your spiritual power! You want to scare Lao Tzu to death!"

Ian looked in the direction Sid was pointing, and there was an identical spirit like Regin, sitting next to him, facing Sid.