"Black marketeers?"

Barney, one of the leaders of the Fiadi Brotherhood, looked the self-proclaimed "Vic" up and down several times.

"Ruth, do you know the roots of this guy?"

In response to Barney's whispered inquiry, Ruth patted his chest and said, "No problem! Vic and I have known each other for a long time...... Barney, put 10,000 hearts! ”

Although Barney was suspicious of the strange black marketeer, with Ruth's assurance, he was tempted by money. Bewildered, a layer of hypocritical smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Mr. Vic, can you tell us about the specific 'deal'?" Barney rubbed his hands and asked, "Our Felladi Brotherhood is also worthy of a name in Fort Saint-Na......"

While Barney was boasting about himself, Victor pulled out a small leather bag from his body and placed it on the table in front of him.

With a "bang", a dozen colorful gems were scattered on the table from the unremembered skins.

"Phew!"

The thirty or so members of the Fiadi Brotherhood in the audience gasped in unison, and their eyes turned red.

"It's just a deposit for a 'deal'......"

Victor said in a flat tone: "If my employer is satisfied with the 'transaction result', there will be an extra reward in addition to the normal remuneration!" ”

The members of the Fiadi Brotherhood had been blinded by the abundance of money, and Barney gasped, "It's a big deal...... Mr. Vic, just say it! What do we need to do? ”

Victor felt very embarrassed by being watched by a group of men with such fiery eyes, he cleared his throat and said expressionlessly, "My employer needs a detailed information about the Eternal Temple and the nobles......"

After Barney and the others heard the specific content of the "transaction", they all fell silent...... Neither the temple nor the nobility could afford to be provoked by gangsters like them, but the wealth was impressive, and they did not want to give up this rare "deal".

"Mr. Vic, this 'deal' is beyond the reach of our Fiadi Brotherhood."

Barney said with some embarrassment, "Say it again! The privacy of the big guys isn't something we can get into......"

"Hehehe......"

Victor let out a low laugh, "You guys seem to be thinking too much!" My employer needs the details of the temple and the nobles, not their privacy...... For example, where has a certain nobleman gone today? What did you eat? Who did you meet? Of course, it would be better if you could get some more specific information......"

"Oh, that's what Mr. Vic meant......" Barney let out a sigh, "If that's the case, it's much easier!" ”

"Don't worry! Mr. Vic, this is a deal for our Fiadi Brotherhood! ”

Barney rolled his eyes and asked tentatively, "But...... How do we pass on the information we collect to you? ”

"Give it to Ruth! He knows what to do with me. ”

Victor, dressed in black robes, waved his hand, "Alright, that's it!" I'm looking forward to seeing what you have to ......"

As he spoke, Victor turned and left the gloomy inn.

……

Fort Saint-N. Nie, Rodney Estate.

"Damn! The temple is simply too deceitful!! ”

Through the spacious, floor-to-ceiling windows, Count Rodney watched the temple's convoy leave the manor gates, and he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and roared loudly.

"My lord, did we just let the people of the temple take His Highness Cecilia away so easily?"

Old Locke, who was standing beside Count Rodney, asked in a low voice, "Or?" We let the royal family come forward? ”

After venting for a while, Count Rodney, who had regained his composure, thought for a moment, and he shook his head and said, "It seems that the interior of the 'Northland Alliance' has been infiltrated by the temple...... Otherwise, the temple wouldn't have warned me in this way! ”

"As for Cecilia...... Hum! Since her surname is Rodney, then don't inform the royal family about today's matter! ”

"Yes! My Lord! ”

After hearing the almost cold words of Count Rodney, Old Locke leaned down in reply. But no one noticed that Old Locke's hands had clenched into fists at some point.

……

St. N. Castorg, the hall of the shrine.

Dressed in red robes, Olbas, a preparatory cardinal and a high-ranking priest with eighth-level strength, was listening to his debriefing.

"According to the orders of the Bishop, the clergy in the northern territory are concentrating towards 'Saint-Naburg', and it is expected that in another week or so, we will be able to completely unite this force......

"Under the mole's probing, we have determined!" Some of the nobles of the Northland Alliance intend to form an alliance with the Magical Society in order to dismantle and eliminate the Temple's influence in the North. ”

"In order to control the development of the situation, we have 'welcomed' some members of the noble families that we are focusing on to the temple......

“…… The second 'wolf tide' broke out, and the small and medium-sized towns in the north suffered heavy losses...... It is speculated that the cause of the 'wolf tide' should be some unknown anomaly in the glaciers of the far north, but all the explorers we sent have lost contact......

"In Myturiseland, the Magical Society has built the 'City Lock', gathering at least five legendary mages......"

“…… Under the threat of the Magical Society's 'superweapon', the Lords of the Cardinal Conference cannot agree on the war between the Temple and the Magical Society......"

“……”

After hearing the report, Orbas couldn't help frowning, and he pondered in his heart: "The loss of Carter City and Myturisilland has shaken the foundation of the temple in the north, and the killer weapon of the Magic Society is suspended above the temple's head like the 'sword of Damocles'!" ”

"What's the point of the Magic Society's attack beyond the pinnacle of the legend being able to appear in the middle of the war many times, and everything the temple does is just a futile struggle?"

Olbas thought for a moment, and then thought, "No! If the Magic Society could use that 'superweapon' at will, they wouldn't be able to stop their westward expansion! Perhaps, the cost of that 'superweapon' attack is also very high......"

Olbas, who was deep in thought, felt more and more reasonable the more he thought about it.

"If this guess is correct, perhaps the name 'Reserve Cardinal' could be two words missing......"

Olbas took a deep breath and swept away the distractions in his mind.

"Let the moles keep their eyes open! If you discover a 'heresy' of the Magical Society, you must report it as soon as possible! ”

"Also, continue to closely monitor the movements of the nobles......"

"Make an inventory of Fort Saint-Na, and find out all the outsiders and new faces!"

"Also, unite the full power of the temple in the northern realm as soon as possible...... When the time comes, we will calm the north with a thunderous momentum! ”