Minutes and seconds passed, but there was still no movement in the alley, and Constance Dante could not bear it any longer.

Finally, Constance Dante chose to climb out of the stinking dumpster.

"Whew-"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Constance Dante finally decided to go and see what was going on inside.

But when he poked his head in, he found that it was empty, only a black coat that had been discarded haphazardly. Inexplicably, a sense of foreboding rose in Constance Dante's heart, but it was difficult to say.

What to do!? Do you want to go according to plan, or keep tracking.

Constance Dante hesitated, but he decided to keep following it, because his intuition told him that this group of people was like a random chess game that completely stirred up the development of the chess game, and if it continued, he could no longer grasp the direction of the matter.

Only now, he has absolutely no idea where those people are!

The original plan was for Consdène Dante to infiltrate Landenburg, and through the information provided by Kurak and the spies, Consité Dante was sure to complete it, but for now, everything is unknown.

・・・・・・

"Is this it?" Alan asked, looking at the inn and looking at Ogra beside him.

"Uh, I guess!" Ogra said uncertainly. It's a very, very simple inn, and it's hard to imagine how such a dilapidated and abrupt old-fashioned inn could exist in such a place, and the vendors who come and go will probably rule it out of their choice at once.

At first, Ogra and Allen thought the same, however. In fact, this is not the case. The crowds didn't crowd into this small inn. It's just crowded in the hall, and there is no sense of check-in.

"Really?" Ellen asked Ogra to check again.

"That's right, this is it. It was General Kulak who asked us to come. Ogra nodded eventually, and though he couldn't believe it, he finally made out the remnants of the words on the tattered plaque that was about to fall.

【Ambirus Guesthouse】!

According to General Kulak's instructions, Polish spies were planted here to find out the news here.

And that's where they connect. But it was only the two of them, and Constance Dante did not come.

"Tsk, this bastard, it's really unreliable." Alan stood in front of the inn in annoyance, looking the old building up and down.

I saw a string of small words written on the door number - [This is not a place for tired travelers to stay, but it can tell people from afar about the terroir of this place. 】

This is exactly the characteristics of the hotel provided in the information, and you can't go wrong with it.

"If you're okay, can you borrow it?" Behind them, a man's voice suddenly appeared, startling the two of them.

At some point, a man with an eastern face stood behind them.

The two seem to have Polish accents. It looks like it's coming from the west! "The Oriental man looks like he is in his forties, with a long beard. Familiar with a laugh.

But this instead aroused the alarm of Alan and Ogra.

"Hmm." Nodding stiffly, the two of them only vaguely agreed.

"Looks like you're here for the first time!" The man stroked his beard and laughed, "I forgot to introduce myself, I am the master of this place, Amberus, if you need anything, just come to me." As he spoke, Amberus straightened the scarf on his head and said politely.

"Excuse me, are there Polish guests here?" Despite some hesitation, Ogra adjusted his state and asked without making himself too distracted.

"Poles? That's too many, every day there are all kinds of people leaving or coming, there are Normans, there are Orientals, there are Rastins, there are Berbers, and even the alien peoples of the Far East are very common, which is too strong to be difficult! Amberus said in a good manner.

"Of course, if you stay here a little longer, you might be able to get the results you want." There is a unique charm in the words of this oriental man that is difficult to refuse.

Even if the other party is a Crescent heretic.

・・・・・・

In the winding alleys, Constance Dante finally found some clues.

A group of soldiers, men in Rus' uniforms, exuded an unusual aura on them, this was definitely not some lazy garrison soldiers.

Constance Dante kept a distance from the group, in his own line of sight, and he was not exposed.

Wearing a large worn cloak, Dante walked on the stone pavement like a homeless man begging along the way.

It's that group! Constance Dante could be 100% sure that these so-called Ross soldiers in front of him were disguised by those people just now.

Even if they imitate every move they walk vividly, even if their words are full of local accents, but that kind of breath cannot be concealed at all.

Constance Dante finally remembered that the strange and incomparably familiar aura, the aura of a fellow murderer, Constance Dante could feel it in himself, and in the knights of the Teutonic Order, Constance Dante could also feel a more similar aura.

They are members of the Teutonic Order!

Considine Dante was almost certain of the identities of these people, and to this day, Considine Dante can still feel the bitter chill that those black crucifixes gave him at that time.

If it weren't for the fact that he had awakened [Nidhogg] at all costs, I'm afraid he would have died without a body.

It's just -- why are they here?

Consitine's brain began to spin rapidly, why, Consitine, who did not know everything here, also understood as an outsider that the Teutonic Knights should go all out to deal with Novgorod, which is located in the far west, at this time, and it stands to reason that they should not get involved here, unless-

Constance Dante suddenly had a bad premonition. If that's the case・・・・・・

Suddenly, the Rastins, dressed in the yellow uniforms of the Rus, stopped, and before they knew it, Consdène had followed them out of the Old Town and arrived there, where Consyld's final destination was the Guardhouse of Landenburg.

Suddenly, Constance Dante gasped, he seemed to understand something.

Gotta stop them!

However, it seemed that it was too late, and the group went straight to the outpost, showing off the identification that had been prepared for a long time. The Rus' soldiers standing guard didn't show any suspicion, just took a cursory glance at their identification and prepared to let the other party go.

"Damn it!" The defenses were so weak that even Dante could not believe it, so that he could easily access the most important heart of the fortress.

No matter! Constance Dante gritted his teeth and decided to change his original plan! (To be continued.) )