"Viscount Kia, you've got a problem for me. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Dante led two tall horses, with an indescribable smile on the corner of his mouth, "Your way of withdrawing from the political circle of the principality is really very rude, I don't know whether to say that you are too bold, or that you are too chic?" ”

Kia shrugged: "If I don't do this, will he be able to go?" Anyway, Eshu has already killed the whip of order for you, and he has issued a blood cross covenant, so of course you can ignore life and death after that. He looked directly at Dante, "You told him about the secret passage under the palace of the royal city, right?" ”

"Of course," replied Dante lightly, "this secret passage is one of the few legacies of the Pande Empire in Sarion, and is the top secret of the Duchy, which only Ulrik V and I know until tonight. He looked at the two wet young men and suddenly smiled: "When did the relationship between the two of you become so iron?" ”

Kia opened his mouth and didn't speak, and Esher remained silent, but Dante didn't trust them enough to tell the ins and outs. Dante only sighed casually, not asking for an answer, he lazily waved his hand and handed Esher a yellow-brown brown paper: "Forget it, I'm not interested in the story between you at all. What does it matter to me whether you will go on a journey together or go your separate ways? He pointed to the two horses behind him, "There are twenty gold bars of solid color in the bag, and Pande's absolute hard currency, one hundred thousand dinars is no less." Since you are now a wanted criminal throughout Sarion and cannot enter and leave the major towns at will, I have already sent you to Silverlake by the Salamane mercenary team. Rest assured, tonight's events will only stir up waves among the upper echelons of the principality, but it will not affect these people at the bottom in the slightest, they will only know that the deputy director of the Inquisition has been stabbed in the throat, but the specific events will pass through and they may hear various versions from the bard's mouth. He smiled mysteriously: "I used to have a relationship with Salaman, and that Daxia man is indeed a reliable figure. It's just that his mercenary team is fighting with the thieves who robbed the caravan, and if he wants to do some knife licking blood and taking corn from the fire, it is not enough. ”

Eshy took the vellum paper from Dante's hand, and Kia curiously leaned in to look at it. It was a letter of appointment issued by the Inquisition and the Sarrion Merchants' Guild, to the effect that Salaman's mercenary team had been transferred to the Inquisition as a secret supernumerary squad. Esher Barranduk is the commander-in-chief of the squad, and has completely independent self-determination, with no interference from the president of the Chamber of Commerce or the director of the Inquisition. The signature is Dante and Schneider's signature.

"Wait!" Kia shouted in shock, "Schneider's signature? When did he get involved? ”

Dante looked at Kia playfully, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful: "The purified tranquilizer ointment is really powerful, it can be used as a sedative and a hallucinogen." ”

Eshua put away the letter of appointment, the content on it is very detailed, it can be said that all aspects have been taken care of, and it is meticulous and thorough. He patted Kia and turned over his horse: "Let's go, go to Silverlake Town!" ”

Dantemu sent the two horses away in the drizzle, their backs were the ink that had spilled into the water, gradually dissolving in the smoke and rain, and finally they were inseparable from heaven and earth, and even the sound of horses' hooves in the distance was washed away by the sound of falling rain, misty and inaudible. It was only when the two young men had completely disappeared from Dante's sight that he returned to the royal city, to his home in the Inquisition.

The door was left open and easily pushed open by Dante. Someone sat behind Dante's desk, slowly fiddling with the wick of the oil lamp with a toothpick, the dim light beating in his hand, half of the face of the visitor hidden in the shadows beyond the reach of the light, a lively mustache curled up in the dividing line between light and shadow, and a rather profiteer-like curl along the end of the mouth.

Dante seemed to have anticipated the uninvited visitor, and as a matter of course, he sat down opposite the visitor and placed his black cross coat of arms on the table: "The boys of the Barandoke family are gone, and they should stay in Silverlake for a while." I don't know exactly how long, but it certainly won't be too long. With his means, and the head of that kid from Elfwan's family, it won't take long to put the mercenary team in order. He looked directly at the other person, "How's your arrangement going over there?" ”

"Don't worry," the other party's voice was full of laughter and kindness, "Madigan's manuscript has already been successfully sold to the other party. With that little girl's character, how can you be willing not to go in person? It is also thanks to the fact that she is an Imperial, and if she had been born in Sarion, she would probably have been the youngest director in the history of the Marions Grand Library. ”

"I don't understand that Madigan's long prophetic poem has only completed the first volume, and the second volume has only a few words, which can seduce her from the southern plains to the northern borders? Or coincidentally stopping in Silver Lake Town? ”

"No book is written without coincidence, this is what he said most often during his lifetime. I thought that after all the contents of the first volume had been fulfilled, you would begin to believe in his long prophetic poems, otherwise how could it have been open to the young man. ”

"I only believe in the will of the Goddess. The Goddess told me that I wanted Madigan to die, so he had to die, and the Goddess told me that Esher Baranduk could cut the cancer of the Order, so I would provide him with the necessary assistance. As for you, Quegfin," said Dante coldly, "I personally would very much like you to die, but the goddess does not. ”

"Yes, how could the Lord God of Order want me to die? If I die, Sarion's economic system will collapse in an instant, right? How could a goddess sit idly by and watch her people find themselves in the midst of fire and water? The face of the visitor finally showed his true face in the light, and the other half of the lively mustache was twisted in his hand, his smiling face was kind, but his eyes flashed with the cunning light of a fox. Quegfen, the greatest merchant in the history of Pande, sat in front of Dante with his legs crossed. "As for why you want me to die, you must still be resentful of me for luring two teams of Blackwing Monks to the location of the Underworld team in order to protect Madigan, right? But even so, the Lord God of Order didn't do anything to me, so what could you, as her loyal dog, do except bark a few times at me menacingly? He ignored Dante's murderous eyes, but stared at the dancing lights: "The first volume of "The Tide of Maniacs" has come to an end. The second volume of "Northern Murmur" is really looking forward to it......"