Is it to gather information, to liaise with your boss, or to do something else? Phyllis talked to herself for a long time but never gave a clear answer, looking at her somewhat embarrassed look, Clarence probably guessed what was going on, he patted Phyllis on the shoulder, his eyebrows twitched slightly and asked in a low voice:

"You can't just think about what to do next...... you?"

"Hey......! How could it be...... I was just...... I just didn't think about what to do first......"

Although he didn't say it directly, but this answer was basically equivalent to acquiescence, and in the face of such a situation, Clarence could only sigh softly, and tried to help her analyze: "Okay, let's not consider our problems for now, what you need to do most at the moment, or what you want to do the most, is to stop this internal chaos, this is not wrong, right?" ”

"Hmm...... That's right. The work of a spy requires improvisation, but analysis is not their responsibility, and although she seems a little embarrassed, she still blushes and nods.

"If you want to stop it, then you must stop it at the root, obviously, you are now a wanted criminal - I have no intention of offending, not to mention that you were only a spy in the past, and it is not realistic to want to give your opinion directly to Govin II, so the only way is to use your other identity to get the council to forcibly stop Govin II's actions, so may I ask you, do you know under what {1}{本}read} novel yb][du situation before judging the king's dereliction of duty?"

"This ...... The king will be judged to be derelict only if at least eighty percent of the total number of councillors agree, or if all six of the Phantom governors agree. “

"......I see," Clarence touched his chin and continued along the lines of thought, "Then judging from the information you provided and some other details, the army and the radiance are trying to clean up the so-called 'traitors' within Demacia, not only your spies, but all the subordinates of the Demacian Council have also been censored, although it is only speculation, but the members of the parliament must also be affected to a certain extent...... Do you know anything about this? “

"No, I don't know," Phyllis shook her head, "at least the councillors weren't under any scrutiny when I fled, but I don't know if they were suspected afterwards." ”

"Really...... And what about the six chiefs of the phantom that you said? Clarence then asked.

"I only know my own chief, but I've said it before...... He rejected my suggestion, though they were suspicious, but if they went to him now...... I'm not sure if he'll have new ideas. “

"If the council were also affected by this operation, I think his mind would change a little, but this needs to be supported by intelligence......" Clarence nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, then the other Phantom members...... You don't seem to know them either, which means that you have no other companions to rely on but us, and you don't have any really useful information, so it seems that you can only try to contact your commander for now......"

"I ......" Phyllis suddenly interrupted Clarence's words, her expression looked a little embarrassed, and after a long pause, she whispered, "Sorry...... I don't know if the secret line I used before can still be used, if I can't contact him with a communication device, in that case...... The only way to do this is to go to Horant and find him in person......"

……

Hearing such news, the corners of Clarence's eyebrows couldn't help twitching a few times again, compared to his helpless expression, Mussel had already laughed without any nervousness, "In this way, you have almost no companions, and you don't have any available intelligence, and you may not even be able to rely on your superiors to get a little support, if you can stop Gawen's actions like this, you will definitely become a general directly......"

"You're enough of Tyrone! This is also our situation now, is there anything funny? Although the idea is similar to that of Mussel, Clarence also knows that now is not the time to taunt, go to Horant ......? Although the faces of himself and Musel had never been exposed in front of the Demacians, running there in the current situation was simply suicidal, and although provoking the Phantom to assassinate Gavin II was the ultimate goal, it didn't need to go through their hands after all...... After thinking about it with their hands folded for a while, the next plan of action gradually became clear, because if this was the case, then there was only one option left for them, "Phyllis, is there an information terminal in this place other than the town hall?" “

"Huh? Ordinary civilian terminals are everywhere, but in the case of military terminals, except in the town hall, they are only found in the garrison base here, what do you want to do? “

"Since we don't have anything now, we can only rely on ourselves to get it, in terms of the time and energy it takes, it is the most ideal choice and situation to be able to contact your boss through the information terminal, as long as we can contact him, even if we can't agree with you, he can at least provide us with some guidance, even if we can't contact him, we can at least find some useful information, if we're lucky, maybe we can find the location of other spies, all in all, Finding enough intelligence and support is a top priority, and we have no choice but to do that, don't you think? “

The answer to this question is obvious, Phyllis, who is accustomed to following orders, will not be easy to see, and with Clarence here, Mussel is even more lazy to think about it, he shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Just do as you say, the two of us can't think of a better idea anyway, so should we go to the town hall, or to the garrison base in Demacia?" “

"Go to the town hall."

"What? Still going to the town hall? We almost blew it up last night, right? Are you sure there is no problem going there? Phyllis said she couldn't understand the decision.

"We stayed here for the night last night, and although you fled there, the Demacian army didn't start a search, which proves that they don't want to affect ordinary people because of this, which should be something we can take advantage of, and with the reaction of the staff lady, I think we should be able to find some opportunities."

Ten minutes later.

Although it caused quite a stir here last night, the town hall today looks no different than before...... Belch...... Sorry, there really wasn't any difference other than at least a whole squad of soldiers guarding the area, and the average Demacian still walked through here normally, but if you bought a copy of the latest newspaper, you will know that last night's incident had been disguised as an explosion caused by the Runaway Equipment in Leather City, and Mrs. Piltworth might protest against it...... That's not the point, most of the hall has been cleaned up, and the soldiers guarding are only considered to be in charge of security work, and no ordinary person thinks about what happened here last night.

It was not early, most of the farmers had gone out to work, the empty streets were a little deserted, and on the roof of the building opposite the town hall, the three of them were still lying there, and after the slight restructuring last night, the wide robe had been remade by Phyllis to suit his size, and with the disguise skills that the spies had to master, it would be difficult for even those who knew him to recognize him at once if he did not recognize him carefully.

For safety reasons, Clarence also put on a little makeup, the only person who didn't need to hide it was Mussel, the two scimitars had been hidden behind his back, compared to the weapons that Clarence could put close to his body, his scimitars would indeed be more troublesome at times.

"Tell me about your plan, how are we going to get in? Did you do what you did last night? ”

Although she was a little apprehensive at first, after thinking about it, Phyllis agreed that this was the best choice they could make now, but seeing this group of soldiers, she couldn't help but worry about whether the plan would succeed.

"No, it's daytime, this method is too risky" Clarence touched his chin, although the method he thought of might be more risky, but relatively feasible, "Phyllis, can your spiritual magic not only make people hallucinate, but also memorize and read?" “

"Huh? It's not very common, but it can be done, how can I do it? “

"Read the memories of these soldiers to determine if there are any magicians in them, and if so, it is best to determine what kind of magic they are good at." Clarence pointed to the soldier below, because he didn't have a large range of perception of magic, and he still needed Phyllis's help at this time.

"Alright then, let me try." With that, Phyllis began to concentrate on trying to read the soldier's memories, and she didn't notice the meaningless smiles of the two people lying next to her.

"There seem to be a few medical magicians here, these soldiers have this kind of information in their memories, what should they do next?"

"When she comes out, we'll take care of the rest of the work."

When Phyllis finished reading the memory, the expressions on their faces disappeared at the same time, the only difference was that Clarence immediately focused on the entrance of the town hall and watched intently, while Mussel just lazily turned over and lay on the roof, it was early autumn, the temperature in the early morning was still a little cool, it was more comfortable to bask in the sun in such a temperature, he half-closed his eyes, turned his head to look at the two people lying beside him, he didn't know what he was thinking.