Trade Zone Pier, Flower Hotel.

Anne and Rosen were both sitting in carriages, looking across the street at the inn.

"Lawson, it's a brothel!"

Anne looked at the young woman standing at the gate with heavy makeup and bewitching dress, and her cheeks were slightly red.

Lawson was also a little embarrassed: "I didn't expect it either, but the news said that the guy was hiding here." ”

"Okay. You said the guy's name was Dallas. Woburn. Is this his real name or a pseudonym? If it was his real name, then he would definitely not use this name when he sneaked into Nilogaard. There are so many prostitutes in the brothel, how can we find him? ”

"Hmm~ I've thought about this carefully. We are not in a hurry to do it, but first observe the vicinity of the hotel for a while, so as not to startle the snakes. ”

Anne nodded in agreement: "Then do as you say." ”

Rosen said to the coachman, "Man, go on, and stop at the cloak shop in front of you, yes, the sailor's cloak shop." ”

The carriage started, the wheels gurgled forward, and soon blended into the flow of people in the street.

...........

Flower Hotel, lobby.

The windows in the hall were closed and dimly lit, lit only by a heated stove and a round candelabra in the center of the hall. There are four stoves in the hall, and the heating is very good, and it is cold winter outside, but it is warm as spring inside.

In the hall, all the scantily clad bewitching girls are smiling like flowers, most of them have no clothes on their upper bodies, let the meat pigeons on their bodies flutter up and down, and some are even bolder, even the lower bodies are naked, and the only shelter on their bodies is a light veil as thin as cicada wings around their waists.

In their free time, the ladies would stay in the corner, resting, or gossiping, and when a guest beckoned to them, they would twist their slender waists like snakes, and walk towards them with a smile, and then do their best to make the guests laugh.

In the dark corners around the hall, heavy gasps and bewitching moans could be heard from time to time, and some guests could not resist the teasing of these elves.

In this dim and ambiguous place, all morality and etiquette were gone, and the air was filled with the smell of gasp, sweat, and some unspeakable fishiness. Here, the most primitive desires are given the most unbridled catharsis.

In the corner of the hall, there is a cubicle half-separated by a screen.

There was only one candle lit in the cubicle, and a large bathtub was placed in the corner of the cubicle, and in the steaming bathtub, three young women with convex and backward figures, and white skin like congealed cream, were surrounding a middle-aged man with a big belly and body hair, serving by all means.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, half-lying in the tub, and hummed contentedly from time to time.

"Okay~good~ yes, hurry up, by the way, it's so comfortable~"

After a long while, the middle-aged man after the catharsis of desire let out a long breath, took out a few gold dragon coins and threw them on the ground beside him, and waved his hand to the three girls beside him: "Reward you, take it and leave, let me be alone, oh, by the way, this bathtub will also be withdrawn." ”

The three girls quickly picked up the golden dragon coin and left the compartment silently.

The middle-aged man came out of the tub, dried himself, and then went to a soft bed next to him and lay down, as if asleep.

After more than half an hour, there was a sudden sound of birds outside the wooden wall, and after a few seconds, there was the sound of wings fluttering again.

The middle-aged man was startled, immediately sat up, grabbed a thick velvet silk coat on the ground and draped it on his body, and then reached out and broke it on a secret button on the wooden wall behind him, and the wooden wall was opened, and a secret door more than one person high appeared.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and got through the secret door, behind which was a very narrow wooden ladder, about 40 steps and less than 30 centimeters wide, and he had to turn sideways to go up.

Closing the secret door, the middle-aged man climbed all the way up the wooden ladder, and by the time he reached the top, he was already out of breath.

'I don't know who designed this damn secret passage, it's really deadly!' ’

The middle-aged man muttered dissatisfiedly, pushed open a small door in front of him, and a dimly lit room appeared behind the door, and the only light in the room came from a small window on the east side of the room, which was no more than half a foot.

The window was open, and there were piles of bird droppings stained on the edges, and a small finger-sized scroll fell from the ground by the window, on which was also a pile of hot bird droppings.

The corner of the middle-aged man's eyes twitched: "Damn strange birds!" ”

He stepped forward and carefully pinched the scroll on the ground with his finger and forefinger, and then took it apart little by little, only to accidentally touch the bird droppings.

"Ah~" The middle-aged man was almost crazy, he stared at the bird poop on his finger for a full minute, and finally broke the jar and broke, ignoring the dirt, and quickly dismantled the scroll.

Written on the scroll was the line: "Target: Viscount Mill of Devoe." Duration: 5 days! ”

glanced at the name, and the corner of the middle-aged man's eyes twitched again: "Another unlucky guy." ”

He was a foreigner, and he had only recently arrived in Nilogaard City, and he didn't know who Viscount Mir was, let alone met him, but he knew that as long as he became a target, this guy would not live long.

This scroll is from Berkeley, and it is easy to be touched by people and cannot be left behind.

After the middle-aged man finished reading it, he took the small scroll to the side of the candle and lit it, and after watching the scroll quietly burn to ashes, he sat down at the table, wiped the bird droppings off his hands vigorously, and then pulled the large iron box on the table to his side, opened it, and took out a smooth disc the size of a basin from it.

This disc is made of a special material, some like wood, some like metal, with a smooth surface like a mirror, and circles of mysterious runes carved in relief on it.

The strange thing is that when this disc is exposed to the air, in the outermost circle of runes, there are 3 runes that slowly light up, about ten seconds later, the brightness of the runes tends to be stable, the three runes, the brightness is different, the brightest one is brighter than the candlelight in the room, and the light of the darkest one is only faintly visible.

The middle-aged man took out a notebook, opened it and looked at it for a few minutes, then he turned his head to look at the disc, and finally reached out and clicked on the brightest rune: "Naughty ghost Mona, you are the closest to me, then you will do it." ”

He first took out a blank piece of paper, which was the finest frost paper produced by Nilogaard, and even if it was intercepted, no one could find a clue from the paper.

After flattening the frost paper, he wrote the words 'Viscount Mir' on it, then rolled it up and stuffed it into a small scroll the size of a pen.

Then he walked to the corner of the room, where there were several birdcages, each containing a blackbird that had always resembled a crow.

He looked at the edge of the birdcage for a while, and eventually, he grabbed a blackbird from a cage in the upper left corner: "It's you." ”

Stuffing the small scroll into the small wooden box on the bird's legs, he grabbed the bird again and walked to the rune disc, pointed to the brightest rune, and said softly: "Naughty ghost Mona, find her and give her the letter, understand?" ”

'Coo~Coo~' The blackbird let out a few calls, as if he understood.

"Go ahead."

As soon as the middle-aged man let go, the blackbird flapped its wings and flew out of the secret room through the small window.

After doing this, the middle-aged man put away the disc, then walked to the edge of the birdcage, fed the birds in the cage one by one, and when everything was done, he left the secret room, returned to the small cubicle in the hall on the first floor of the Flower Hotel, and after lying down, he reached out and pulled the bell, and shouted: "Anna ~ Anna ~ find me two young girls." ”

Anna, a brothel bustard, answered delicately when she heard the voice, and after a while, two people entered the cubicle.

The light was dim, and the middle-aged man didn't pay special attention to the comer, he turned over and lay on the cushion, raised his hand and tapped his back: "Come, my waist is a little sore, give me a careful beat." ”

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and after a few seconds, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a huge force pressing on his back, pressing him out of breath, he subconsciously wanted to shout, but he was slashed by something on his neck, his eyes were black, and he lost consciousness.

The two who came, of course, were Rosen and Annie.

Easily subduing the middle-aged man, Rosen glanced at Anne: "Go, take him into the secret room." ”