Well? Irina stared at McGonagall and then at the girl, frowning slightly.

The girl looked at McGonagall's outstretched right hand, her expression gradually became excited, and she snapped McGonagall's hand, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Yes! That's how it feels! ”

The corners of McGonagall's mouth twitched a few times, and she quickly asked, "What does it feel?" ”

"Find the feeling of organization." The girl was sure.

"Yes, you're welcome back." McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, yes, that's the normal way of conversation.

"Also, the feeling of a man." The girl had a sly smile on her face.

McGonagall quickly withdrew her hand, took out a Gray Temple token from her bosom and handed it over, coughing lightly: "Old Comrade Sim, this is my identity token, I don't know if you have received a notice from the organization." ”

"Yes, I have been notified by the organization to fully cooperate with you." Old Sim took the token and looked at it carefully, then looked up at McGonagall and said blankly, "Is there a specific posture requirement?" ”

"It's not that kind of fit." McGonagall withdrew her token speechlessly, and said helplessly, "There are a lot of people outside, let's go in first." ”

"Yes, yes, please come in." Old Sim nodded, and quickly turned sideways to let McGonagall go in the door.

McGonagall looked up at Irina and nodded, signaling with her eyes that everything was under control, and she would explain to you later, and then walked into the courtyard.

As soon as you enter the door, the smell of wine comes to your nose. The houses on both sides of the yard should be wine cellars.

And in the courtyard there are some dresses and clothes to dry, and in the corner there is a swing with lovely decorations, and feminine decorations and ornaments can be seen everywhere.

McGonagall suddenly understood why Irina had said such a thing.

Really, if you didn't kill him on the spot, it's all light.

"Is there a special task assigned to me from above the organization? I have been waiting for this day for ten years, and I am willing to give everything, including my life, for the sake of the organization! Old Sim closed the door and rushed to McGonagall excitedly, asking expectantly.

"Old Miss Sim, are you the best winemaker in the Fak tribe?" McGonagall didn't rush to say the task, but looked at old Sim with a little suspicion, this girl looked like she was twenty-three or fourteen years old, and she didn't look like an experienced winemaker, let alone the best rum brewer in the world, according to the system.

"After my grandfather died, I was the best rum maker in the world." The girl nodded confidently, shook her head with a smile and said, "Old Sim is my grandfather, in fact, my name is Hannah." ”

"You're not Old Sim!" McGonagall was shocked again, so wouldn't his meow be exposed!

"No, I'm old Sim." The girl shook her head again.

"Then your grandfather ......" McGonagall was a little stunned.

"Old Sim is my grandfather's name, and it is also a code name, after my grandfather died, I took his place in the organization, and retained the code name of Old Sim." Hannah smiled and said, "So, I'm Hannah, and I'm old Sim." ”

McGonagall's eyebrows jumped, and she couldn't tell what was wrong, but she felt like it shouldn't be like this.

"The Grey Temple?" On the wall, Irina looked at McGonagall and Hannah with a thoughtful look on her face.

Although there was still some hostility towards the woman who took the initiative to throw herself into McGonagall's arms, judging from their conversation, it should not be the kind of relationship she imagined.

As for the organization or something, she couldn't think of any organization that McGonagall was close to except the Gray Temple.

McGonagall restrained her expression, looked at Hannah and said calmly, "Well, in that case, the first task given to you by the organization is to teach me how to make rum." ”

"Ah???h

Hannah was stunned and hesitated, "Just to teach you how to make rum?" ”

"Yes, it's a very important task." McGonagall nodded firmly.

"I've been waiting for so many years, and I don't have a more exciting task?" Hannah tried: "For example, poisoning the new chief at the sealing banquet, and burying the eldest son of the chief of the Oger tribe who will come to the sealing banquet tomorrow......

"Yo, this girl is on the road." Irina, who was originally interested and was about to leave the scene early, heard this, and immediately looked at Hannah with interest, she should do something like this.

McGonagall was slightly stunned when she heard this, and looked at Hannah with a slightly strange expression: "Judging from your identity, you are an informant who provides information. ”

"No, I'm undercover." Hannah said, looking up at her chest.

"Okay, I'll keep the first one you mentioned, and I'll not consider the second one for the time being." McGonagall nodded, and added, "In addition, an important purpose of our trip is to rescue the son of the former chief who was imprisoned. ”

"Potdinand, I know, the prince who is even shyer than his sister." Hannah's eyes lit up, "Are we going to act now?" ”

"No, no, no, specific operations also require plans and accurate intelligence, and I came to you tonight to check some intelligence and locations." McGonagall hurriedly grabbed Hannah, who was already about to copy the guy, and was speechless for a while, this girl is really an impatient informant, but fortunately, she has not been used for so many years.

"I know where he's being held." Hannah looked at McGonagall strangely.

"Forehead ......"

McGonagall withdrew her hand from Hannah's sleeve with a little embarrassment, still looking at Hannah a little strangely, "Do you really know where he's being held?" ”

"Yes, the people in the inner city of the Fak tribe like to buy alcohol and drink from me, and this is the only way for me to obtain information." Hannah nodded, and continued: "Yesterday there was a guard leader who drank with me, and I put some chatter in his wine, and then he told him where Peddinand was being held, and if I remember correctly, he was held in solitary confinement in the dungeon under the northern walls of the inner city. ”

"The dungeon under the northern walls?" McGonagall frowned, and after a moment of serious thought, the Grey Temple had given him no such dungeon.

"I hadn't heard of this dungeon before, but yesterday that guy was a big talker, so he told me where it was." Hannah smiled.

"You're such a good informant...... "McGonagall didn't know what to say.

"Shall we do it now? I even got my night clothes ready, just waiting for the day when the order of the organization arrived. Hannah had already reached for her collar.

"Wait!"

McGonagall hurriedly spoke.

With a little helplessness, he said: "Although that guy may indeed be drunk and spit out the truth, but we still don't know the specific situation in that dungeon, including the internal map, the security situation, the rotation situation, and the specific detention situation. ”

"Hi...... Boring. Hannah was deflated, frowned, and pouted at McGonagall, "So what can I do?" ”

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