When you are hungry, the smell of fried chicken is full of temptation.

Even Edson, who has the title, was in a trance.

But, in the next moment, the 'Hunting Blade' came to his senses, and he clenched his dagger, ready to subdue the guy who was close to him.

As for direct killing?

Edson, who didn't feel malice, didn't intend to do it.

However, Hollaika is faster.

"Snake Pie."

As Edson was about to strike, Hollaika whispered, and at the same time, several gestures that only the witcher knew.

"Snake Pie?"

Edson was stunned.

But Hollaika ignored so much and took out the fried chicken she had just bought at the market from her bosom.

Although I don't know why the mentor asked him to bring fried chicken to the wolf faction witcher, Hollaika didn't have any doubts, and the mentor naturally had the idea of a mentor.

He, just do as he is told.

As Holleka reached into his arms, Edson's eyes were full of wariness.

There is no doubt that the slightest change in Hollaika will usher in a fatal blow.

It's just that......

Fried chicken?!

Edson was stunned again.

He really didn't expect Hollaika to pull the fried chicken out of his arms.

"For me?"

Edson asked, stunned.

"Hmm."

Hollaika nodded.

After a slight hesitation, after his stomach rumbling twice, Edson finally took the fried chicken, and after careful examination, the old witcher began to gobble it up.

Looking at Edson's eating appearance, Hollaika was stunned.

Am I buying less?

Hollaika asked herself.

In less than five seconds, a whole decapitated fried chicken, down to the bone, was completely chewed and swallowed by the old witcher.

"Do you still need it?"

"There's a bread seller at the market."

Hollaika asked.

"No need."

The old demon hunter said lightly.

But the oil residue on the corner of the mouth is extremely conspicuous.

Holleka glanced at it and lowered her eyes.

"I'm telling you something about the 'Silent Night Secret Order'......"

Hollaika relayed the plan of the 'instigators'.

"That guy!"

The old demon hunter narrowed his eyes, and the cold light flickered, and the killing intent was revealed.

The old witcher is no stranger to the 'instigator'.

Coupled with the identity of the other party's 'Silent Night Secret Society', the old demon hunter is bound to kill the other party.

Before that, though, he looked at Holleka.

"Are you a 'shadow'?"

The old witcher lowered his voice, his lips didn't move, and the voice came from his throat.

Although the members of the snake faction in front of him have hidden some things, if Edson can't find some of them until now, then he should really retire.

Hollaika nodded.

Before he came, he knew that his identity had to be known to the other party.

Moreover, there are some things that must be cooperated with by the other party.

Therefore, there is nothing to hide.

Looking at the nodding Hollaika, the old witcher stared for a few seconds.

Then, bow slightly.

It's a tribute to the witcher.

Because he knows the danger of the lurker, he also knows better what the other party sees what he is bearing.

"Hide yourself in the shadows ......"

"Blend in with the enemy?"

The old demon hunter sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He remembered the three snake witchers he had seen.

One is a very traditional 'hunter', and that kind of aura can't hide from him.

One is a vague breath, which makes him vigilant.

and the one in front of him, who is willing to lurk.

Until this moment, the old demon hunter finally had a more specific understanding of the snake faction.

Similar to the Wolf Witcher.

But they have a different style of acting.

I hope to be able to remember the code of the 'witcher'.

After silently blessing from the bottom of his heart, the old demon hunter spoke directly.

"Now do you need me to use it as a 'fuse' to detonate this?"

"That's right."

"You need to 'kill' me, and then, a quick hell robbery."

"The 'Radish' Hotel is our temporary place to stay, where can you find us when you finish saving people."

After Hollaika finished speaking, she hid in the shadow on the side and quickly left.

The task given to him by the mentor was not completed.

He needs to keep trying.

The old witcher didn't come out of the corner until Hollaika's figure disappeared completely, and instead of acting immediately, he went to the bazaar to buy some necessities.

For example...... Cake.

……

Lunkar walks in the middle of Etantoinburg.

It's still a business district.

However, because of its proximity to the Upper Seventh Ring Road, it has become more and more tidy, and the shops have gradually become more upscale, and those rare jewelry and jewelry shops have become common here.

And some, high-end restaurants, also abound here.

However, Lunkar didn't care about any of this.

What he was looking for was a 'Dark Sentinel', the 'Dark Sentinel' of the Temple of War.

In Etantoinople, the Temple of the God of War once had a large number of guards and outposts.

However, after the 'Black Plague', all the Ming Guards retreated to the Upper Seventh Ring where the 'Temple of the God of War' was located, and the dark whistle was reduced without a trace.

At least, that's what it looks like.

In fact?

The number of dark whistles was cut.

But more of them have become more secretive.

The deacons of the Inquisition became more difficult to discern.

Thankfully, as one of the most famous field agents of the Silent Night Order, Lunkar was not in vain, he knew that there were no less than five secret outposts of the Temple of War in Etantoinoburg.

But he didn't say anything.

He needs these sentinels to bring him greater value.

For example, this time.

As for why you chose this?

Naturally, this is because the secret whistle here has the highest equivalent.

Judging by the judgment of Wheel Karl after several contacts, the main messenger here is at least a priest, or even a priest with a sword.

So, when he walked into the 'Aitolin tailor' again, he was very careful.

He tried to keep himself as a member of the 'Silent Night Secret Order' who 'went undetected and treated him only as an ordinary tailor'.

Of course, this is in the bottom of my heart.

Face?

He still had that habitual smile.

Any difference will attract the vigilance of the other party.

The priests of the Temple of the God of War are not so easy to fool.

Bite!

Wind chimes ring.

"Ettolin, I'm here again."

Lunkar greeted the shopkeeper and sole tailor.

This is an old man with gray hair, glasses, and a slightly rickety body, but his movements are still neat, a tape measure hangs around his neck, and even when he speaks, the scissors in his hand do not stop.

"Welcome, Lenel."

"What do you need this time?"

The old tailor called out the pseudonym of Lunkar.

"I need a formal suit."

"I have a 'meeting' to attend in a few days."

Lunkar said with a smile.

He wasn't lying.

The 'Council of Parliamentarians' is also a meeting.

"Oh, what kind of meeting?"

The old tailor pushed his glasses.

"A very cumbersome meeting."

The smile on Lunkar's face narrowed slightly, and then, shaking his head, it was obvious that he didn't want to say anything more on this topic.

"Do I need to prepare something?"

"Except for the formal suit."

Lunkar asked.

"I suggest you accompany a silver brooch as the only accessory for a dark formal outfit, and if you want a top hat, you have to choose it depending on the situation, but a pair of leather shoes of the same color is indispensable."

The old tailor said very professionally.

"What about the shape of the brooch?"

"I'll order the shoes from you."

"You know my size."

Lunkar said.

"Yes."

"The brooch should be as simple as possible."

"It doesn't have to be complicated."

"Don't be aggressive."

"What do you think of a four-leaf clover?"

"It represents luck."

The old tailor pointed again.

"Lucky?"

"Yes."

"That's exactly what I need."

"How much is it?"

Lunkar directly took out his wallet.

"85 Kimpton, 50 in formal wear, 20 in leather shoes, 15 silver four-leaf clover brooches."

"If it's expedited, you'll need to pay an extra 10 Kimpton."

The old tailor quoted a price that was very much in line with the location of the Upper Seventh Ring.

Lunkar took out a good bill of exchange from his wallet and placed it on the old tailor's table.

"Please as soon as possible."

"I'm in a hurry."

As he was leaving, he instructed.

"Don't worry."

"In two days, you'll be able to pick it up."

The old tailor assured.

The two sides bid farewell to each other like real tailors and customers.

But when the door of the tailor's shop was closed, the old tailor's slightly stiff body straightened up at once.

That kind of sharp light can't be stopped by glasses.

He closed the back door and turned to head upstairs.

Walking out of the tailor's shop, Lunkar breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Everything went even better than he had imagined.

Next?

Naturally, wait quietly.

However, waiting is not what Lunkar is used to.

He chose a fancy restaurant and sat on the second floor of the restaurant.

"A glass of lime water, a piece of cream cake, a piece of cocoa cake."

Lunkar pulled out two Kimptons and placed them in the waiter's hand.

Cream and cocoa are not cheap.

However, it didn't cost two Kimptons.

Half of them are tips.

Lunkar understands the importance of Kimpton.

So, in less than two minutes, all the food he ordered was served, and when he asked to sit at the window, the waiter took the initiative to negotiate with the guests at that table.

It was a young man.

The clothes seem to be plain, but in fact they are very exquisite, and the face is ordinary.

When the waiter's request was heard.

The young man stood up without refusing.

"Thank you."

Lunkar smiled and thanked him.

"Nothing."

The young man waved his hand, and under the guidance of the waiter, he sat down in the place where he had been turning.

It's all normal.

It happens every day in the restaurant, so no one cares.

Lunkar didn't find anything in the young man anymore.

As for the garment?

Please, this is the Upper Seventh Ring of Etantoinople, a place where the aristocratic upper class live, this kind of clothing is too ordinary, if it is the kind of really shabby clothing, it will be extremely conspicuous.

So, Lunkar quickly focused on what should be paid attention to.

The cake on the table, he didn't move.

Just holding the lime water, his eyes stared at the rumors.

At this location, you can see the side of the middle third ring road.

And the 'prison' of the Corypo councillor is also on this side.

Minutes and seconds passed.

About half an hour later, a puff of smoke suddenly rose from Etaninburgh's business district.

Even from a distance of ten years, the noise came as if it were nothing.

The person who was sitting in the restaurant looked there in amazement.

Including, the young man.

Perhaps because of his youth, the young man, instead of sitting in a chair, stood up and walked to the window.

Out of the kindness of the other party before, Lunkar slightly sideways the chair and let the other party pass smoothly.

When the other party nodded, Lunkar also responded with a slight bow.

"It's the market of the Central Third Ring Road, right?"

"How could there be a fire?"

The young man's voice suddenly rang out.

"Maybe the fireplace didn't get it right, and a spark popped out."

"Or maybe it's a charcoal basin."

"Every year in Etaninburgh, something like this happens."

Listening to the young man's question, Lunkar involuntarily stood up and explained.

Still out of gratitude to the other party for giving up their seats.

"Really?"

The young man looked puzzled.

"Of course."

"Accidents, every year."

Lunkar replied casually.

The aristocracy of Etantoinople is really not as good as the generation.

Although the etiquette is good, but the knowledge is too bad?

If such a young man were placed in a place like Sika City, he would have already fought in the true sense of the word, right?

Even if you are from an aristocratic background, you should join the patrol.

Instead of being pampered like this, it looks like a baby.

No wonder His Majesty was increasingly dissatisfied with his 'knights'.

With the promulgation of the 'New Decree', everyone knew what the king meant.

Not only the ambition of the Southern Isles, but also the dissatisfaction with his own subordinates.

However, it is not easy to smoothly move forward with the 'new order'.

Lunkar knew that some of the old nobles were secretly uniting.

His Majesty?

Should know.

However, they turned a blind eye.

What does the other party want to do?

It's nothing more than a catch.

Lunkar knows this.

But he wouldn't tell the young nobles around him.

Picking up the top hat on the table with his right hand, Wheelal prepared to leave.

"Your cake!"

The young man reminded Lunkar.

"No need."

"They should taste pretty average."

Wheelkar waved his hand.

"It's a waste of food."

The young man said.

"Sometimes it's not a shame to be wasted, it's also a sign of your strength."

Looking at the 'rigid' young nobleman under aristocratic etiquette, Lunkar completely lost interest in talking.

And a veneer of wood, what is there to talk about?

"Strength?"

"But the boss said it's not good to waste food."

"I think the boss is right."

The young man laughed, not gentle, nor cold, but only weird.

In an instant, Lunkar felt a sense of dizziness.

Not good!

With a tight heart, he immediately took out the potion and was about to uncork the bottle.

But the superior evil spirit came to him first, grabbed the potion with one hand, and turned it into a knife with the other, and gently hit the side of Lunkar's neck.

Syllable!

In the crisp sound, Lunkar fell directly unconscious.

The superior evil spirit took advantage of the situation to carry the other party, as if it was an anti-sack.

Then, pack the two cakes on the table by yourself.

Then, I walked out of the restaurant.

And everyone in the restaurant didn't seem to see the superior evil spirit.

It wasn't until the high-ranking evil spirits who had walked out of the distance snapped their fingers lightly that these people woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream.

But their attention was quickly drawn to the smoke.

No one noticed the disappearance of Lunkar.

Because, a moment later, on the streets of the Upper Seventh Ring Road, a new 'Lunkal' appeared.