"The third question is the ...... of this journalist friend," Durin held out three fingers, "when did you receive that anonymous letter, and where is it now?" ”

It was important for him to figure out if the sudden appearance of these reporters was Felica's own tactics or if someone else was going to deal with him. If Felica did it, then he would have given the other party a huge surprise, which already involved the level of danger to his life, and he couldn't just act as if nothing had happened.

Once the truth about Namirlinders' attack is fully revealed, people will first question whether he is qualified to become a mayor, although this is not very important to Doolin. But once he loses the protective cloak of the mayor, in order to calm the public opinion that has been agitated and the public opinion that is fueling the flames, the empire will inevitably give an explanation to the citizens of the entire empire. Coupled with his "minority" and other personal labels, it is highly likely that the Supreme Court of the Empire will send him to the gallows.

Even if Mags came out of this, it would be useless, and the role of public opinion would play a vital role in this new era, and he would have no other way to go but flee.

Then Princess Felica, who caused all this to happen very likely, must bear the corresponding responsibility for this.

If you want to kill me, then don't blame me for killing you.

Hunter had calmed down, and he recalled, "Four days ago...... No, I think it was found five days ago, four days ago when I was packing my mailbox. The letter is in my bag......"

This answer did not make Durin much easier, but it only proved that the matter had nothing to do with Felica, and he looked at Kenah, who asked Hunter to bring over the backpack he was carrying. An open letter was pulled out from inside, and Durin glanced at it and began to read it carefully. It's good that the letter is handwritten, and it may be that the person who wrote the letter by hand didn't realize that it might end up in his hands.

The font is very beautiful, and it can be seen that the person who wrote the letter has enough accumulation, and the status may not be ordinary. Because most ordinary people, including some wealthy capitalists, don't practice how to write beautifully. Ordinary people don't need to do this, they may not need to write pleasing fonts for the rest of their lives, and those wealthy capitalists have secretaries to do it for them, and the secretaries are already very good at writing neatly, and there is no need to write this fancy font.

Yes, fancy fonts, although the person who wrote the letter has constrained himself in the habit of writing, there are still some clues from the beginning and end of some letters.

He slipped the letter into his pocket and opened Hunter's notebook. The front was all unimportant records, but it was only when he was in the second half of the book that he saw what Hunt had written today. It has a lot of information about the Namirlinders attack, including the silver chips that were officially hidden, including Todd's death, and some speculation at the time. What made Durin feel most ridiculous was that the assassination of him by the Song Family was actually arranged for Todd to .......

The idea was intriguing, and he handed the notebook to Dover.

Hunter also had a wallet in his bag with some business cards and his own business cards on it, as well as bills of about a few dozen dollars.

Hunter was a little uncalm when Durin took out his wallet, but he didn't say anything, he didn't make a sound. It was only when Doolin read out his business card that he panicked a little, not only about his status at the newspaper, but also with his status in the family business — a special writer.

"I didn't expect Mr. Hunt to have such a wide network, and there are ...... here Three companies have hired you as a special writer, can you tell me about your relationship with them?", Durin fiddled with his business card twice, and put his wallet back in Hunter's bag, but left one for himself.

Hunter's lips moved, he had wanted to make up a lie to deceive Durin, but he soon realized that any lie would be exposed one day. And his relationship with these three companies only needs a phone call to be able to ask, and there is no need to hide it at all. He honestly told Durin that the presidents of these three companies were his father, and he used the status of special writers for the three companies and his deep pockets to make a fortune.

Durin put his bag on the haystack to the side, then looked at the other guy, "Mr. Hunt has answered my question and I'm satisfied, so the next question and answer between us will be." He smiled, walked to the side and found a firewood mound and sat down, he hadn't sat down much all night today, and he was called up again after half sleeping, and he was a little tired.

"I remember that agents from the Department of Defense came down and asked you to keep your mouth shut, right?"

The guy nodded hurriedly, he was too scared, Todd Durin dared to kill, and there was no problem with a person like him who was not famous and even qualified to have a name, "Yes, an agent told us not to disclose these things to the public." ”

"Then why are you saying it?", Durin glanced at Hunter, "is it because of the money?"

The guy nodded silently, he was moved by 100,000 yuan, it would be a new life, and he would also say goodbye to his past self. But what he didn't expect was that before the money arrived, Durin's people came to the door, which also made him even more frightened by Durin's power, it was terrifying!

"How much?"

"100,000 ......"

Durin sighed, "Did you tell anyone else about this, or do you know anyone who gave this out as you did?"

He hurriedly shook his head, "No, I only told Mr. Hunt one person, and I don't know about the others. ”

Durin patted his legs and stood up, "Very well, gentlemen, our quiz game went very well, and I was very touched by the honesty of the two of you. ”

"Can we go? I want to go home, my daughter probably hasn't eaten that night. The clerk at the Namilin Town Hall looked at Durin with some surprise, "I swear I won't say this to anyone again!"

Hunter also looked at Du Lin expectantly, but Du Lin looked surprised, "When did I say that I wanted to let you go?", glanced at Du Buddha, Du Buddha shook his head, so he spread his hands in the two eyes that quickly became desperate, "The quiz game just now just saved you from being beaten and tortured, you all plan to hurt me in this way, do you think I will let you leave as if nothing happened to me?"

He raised his head slightly, "Everyone has to pay for their actions, and this will be the eternal truth!", after he finished speaking, he put his arm around Du Buddha's shoulders and walked towards the outside of the warehouse, "Let's go, go back to sleep, there are still many things to do tomorrow!"

The two of them saw that Durin had really left, and immediately struggled, and Hunter shouted loudly, telling the people around him who he was, how rich he was, and what he would give in return if he was allowed to leave.

He seemed to have forgotten that these people were only the executors at the bottom, and that the main messenger had already left.

The cries soon followed, and the red-stained grass must have made the animals in the pasture happy, because they were not only replenished with salt, but also with many nutritious things.

Early the next morning, when Felica had just appeared in the hall on the first floor, Durin greeted her, and Felica also stopped, standing in place and smiling at Durin's appearance.

"Sorry to bother you, can you help me see what's so special about these handwriting?", Durin handed over a piece of paper, with a few separate words in the middle, incoherent and not substantial.

Felica took the paper and looked at it before giving it back to Durin, "This must have been written by a gentleman, he has a noble status and status, and I can't see anything else." ”

Durin thanked him and left Feliga by mistake, and now he had locked on the person who wanted to stab him in the back - Solo or the Capets.

When he saw the letter last night, he had a feeling that no one else would write in such a troublesome way except the nobles who would circle around at the beginning of the letter or at the end of the street. Of the people he had offended or offended him, apart from the Capetian family, there was only the young lady of the Fatimid family in the hall.

Hunter told him that the letter had come from six days ago, and that Felica might have been in the north six days before, and that he hadn't even seen him in person, and that there was no stake between the two, so it certainly couldn't have been written by her.

Suddenly, Dühring felt a little amused, for Mags had not agreed to the establishment of a second or more special zones, because he could not be sure that the mayors of these special zones would be able to resist the encroachment of capital as strictly as Dühring. But he suddenly agreed again, in addition to having his own ideas, there was also a purpose to carry the conflict between him and the Capetian family for Durin.

As a "former marquis", Mags knows very well what kind of power the northern nobles will have once they are mobilized, and at present, Dulin is not very suitable for accidents, for the sake of a further situation, so he took on this matter, and compromised with the opening of a new special zone, so that the Capet family's attention was diverted to the new special zone, so as to reduce the escalation of the conflict between the two, and also alleviate the contradictions between each other.

It's just that some people don't seem to be willing to let go of this matter, so Durin naturally has nothing to scruple about.

If you want to kill me, then I'll kill you first!