Roland wrapped himself tightly in his black robe, looked at the sky, and his steps were a little faster.

It wasn't until he came to an intersection where no one was there that he quietly pulled out the hand in his sleeve.

I saw that the letter of introduction he was holding in his left hand was hidden, and his left ring finger and little finger were tightly clamped with a yellowed note.

"Oh, Falina idiot."

Roland sneered, revealing a happy expression.

Indeed, even if the box had been activated by Roland in the White Tower language, under the watchful eye of Farina's guards from beginning to end, Roland would not have had time to give the order to take out the contents of the box. But there was only one time when Roland was able to pronounce the code openly.

That's when he was about to hand the box to Farina.

The moment he said the password, he quickly pulled out the note with the ring finger and little finger of his right hand holding the box, and then just let go and threw it in his sleeve.

Then he handed out the black box with his hand, which he had to raise because Falina was a little taller than Roland. In this case, the note slips deep into the sleeve.

While Farina's attention was turned to the box, Roland used the little finger of his left hand to gently grip the note that naturally slipped from his right sleeve under the cover of the letter of introduction he was holding in his left hand.

At the same time, although Falina knew the secret order, she didn't know that it had been encrypted by the White Tower's secret language, and she didn't know how to say the White Tower's secret language of "Command: Open the Secret Layer".

Before she could find out all this, Roland must have left the place. As Farina, she didn't dare to leave Ram Town easily.

…… What's more, once she leaves her home turf, it is a question of whether Falina can still threaten Roland.

Roland can make a group of Ash Men look blind in front of him, and he can make Farina blind as well.

With a relaxed heart, Roland gently unfolded the yellowed note in front of him.

“…… Is this kidding me? ”

The short line made Roland feel like he had been tricked.

I saw that there was half a sentence written on it in the secret language of the White Tower.

"The crown of thorns, the bird of bad omens. You need mercury as blood—"

At this point, the whole sentence came to an abrupt end.

It's obvious. Because there is no punctuation in the White Tower, Roland doesn't even have to analyze the semantics in it, and in terms of grammar alone, he can see that the last sentence is definitely not finished.

Maybe it's something he cares about, or maybe the person he wants to inform only needs this half a sentence to understand what he's trying to say.

But no matter how much Roland racked his brain to search for his memories, he couldn't think of any information related to these two sentences.

“…… Damn, I'm not good at solving puzzles. ”

Standing there and thinking about it for about two minutes, Roland couldn't think of what this sentence meant.

No, or rather, what he remembered should have nothing to do with the correct answer.

Speaking of the crown of thorns, the first thing that comes to Roland's mind is that at the crucifixion of Jesus, a ring of thorns made of thorns was worn on his head.

And the Bird of Omen, the image used to refer to the crow, is the same for both the earth and the world of Faenns.

Just when Roland was struggling to solve the riddle, he seemed to remember something, suddenly raised his head, and turned on the system prompt that was closed because he was afraid of blocking his vision-

Sure enough, at the bottom of the system prompt that kept flowing down like a swiping screen, Roland saw important information that appeared three times in a row:

[You have obtained information about the Elder Sleep Teacher]

[You got the information about the crow]

[You got the information about the death crow's job transfer]

Roland's eyes flashed.

He knew what it was!

If he expected it to be right, the purpose of this thing's existence was largely to give him a hint.

This kind of thing is called "contact". When Roland got this note, it was equivalent to a "contact with the Sleeping Mentor". If he didn't have this thing, I'm afraid he would have to try to inject himself with mercury in some special place when his perception broke through eighteen in an attempt to contact the Sleeping Mentor - which is why Roland needed to reach the peak of his peak perception to eighteen.

However, after he came into contact with the Sleeping Mentor, as long as the resident perception reached ten points, he would be able to hear the whispers of the Sleeping Mentor at some point.

After hearing the whispers, Roland was naturally able to receive the transfer task.

A twinkle in Roland's eyes flickered. After a little thought, he decided to leave the note behind.

Although he had completed contact with it, Roland had not yet solved the puzzle on it.

His instincts told him that the puzzle was very simple. It's just that I haven't found the trick to it.

“…… If you change to a sister, you can untie it the moment you get the note. ”

Roland rubbed his temples, which had become a little sore from the danger and his own thoughts, and muttered in a low voice.

That was the true genius that Roland grew up and looked up to all his life.

Unlike people like herself, who can only use clever and opportunistic tricks, Roland's sister is the kind of person who is truly different from mortals.

If it wasn't me who crossed over, but my sister, I'm afraid the world would have been calmed down in the true sense hundreds of years ago.

No, if you think about it, my sister may not be able to change everything.

She was too merciful - or rather, too weak. And Roland is the complete opposite.

If she is allowed to come here, I am afraid that the final result will be betrayed and died. Roland believes that it is not love and wisdom that can stop all wars in a world that will become increasingly chaotic, but faith and violence, iron and blood, slaughter and peace based on justice.

“…… How did I think of my sister. ”

Roland shook his head, dispelling the familiar and long-lost face from his mind.

Then, his gaze became firm again.

Absolutely.

Absolutely.

Repeating this sentence in his mind, Roland's expression calmed down again.

He put the note close to him, and walked briskly back to the hotel where Mark and the others were staying.

Because Roland didn't delay even a little time. It hadn't even been half an hour since he left the inn.

As if nothing had happened, Roland walked back against the absolute silence he had caused.

As soon as he walked to the door, Roland saw Macen, who was about to scrub his body with fine beads of sweat due to morning exercise.

So Roland's eyes moved, and he raised his hand to greet him.

"Good morning, Marken."

"Good morning......

As soon as Marken looked down, he saw Roland coming from outside, and there was a slight surprise in his eyes.

"Where have you been so early?"

"I went to exchange information with the druids, the guardians of this town." Roland's tone was very calm.

As he said this, he also glanced slightly into the guest room: "...... After all, if we don't say hello beforehand, they will be in a dangerous situation when we leave. ”

Hearing Roland say this, Maken's pupils instantly contracted: "How do you know ......"

"Alright, don't pretend. Didn't General Maleos tell you that Doyd knows everything? ”

Roland's tone was unconsciously filled with a little amusement.

“…… Also. ”

Maken's face, which had been stiff, also loosened slightly, as if he wanted to make a smiling expression.

As if realizing the frivolity of his expression at the moment, Marken regained his face: "Then Lord Roland, do you want to go back to the headquarters with me to report the information?" ”

"'Me'?"

Roland was keenly aware of something, and frowned a little puzzled.

"Yes, 'I,'" Marken said in a deep voice, "Kruvien has another mission. He needs to go to the south...... Take a trip to that place. ”

"It's the city of wealth."

Roland was stunned.

Unlike mountain dwellers like Kruvien, who had traveled north from Faraja, the true natives of Carral were a little shy about the place.

That's probably the same level as the earthlings on Earth talking about the Great Sword in a bus.

“…… That's right. It was not easy for me to go to that place, and it was easy to tell that the spies were sent from somewhere else. But Kruvien was different. ”

Marken hesitated for a long time before he said dryly, "...... In fact, Kruvien was originally a man of the City of Wealth. It was only after being saved by General Maleos that he decided to join Caral's army. I met him around that time. ”

"No wonder ......"

Roland's face suddenly realized.

In this case, the most important thing is not to repeat the other person's words bluntly. That's the most recognizable trait of a liar. For example, if Roland says something like "it turns out that he is from the City of Wealth", it is equivalent to directly telling Markon what he is hiding.

Although Marken was not from the City of Fortune before, he was an assassin in the past, doing bloody work on his fingers. If he didn't understand anything about words and colors, he wouldn't have lived to the bronze level.

Anyone who leaves the Assassin Order will be secretly hunted down by the Order in order to ensure that the secret is not lost. Judging from the fact that as soon as Marken entered the Karar military, the people of that organization were afraid of retaliation, and it was by no means a big organization. At most, they will occupy a city.

The people of that kind of small organization are not like the Absolute Law and the Thorn of the Silver Moon, and those large assassin organizations quietly wait for the rookie assassins to hone their skills to the Black Iron Rank before they are released.

From the formal rank of twelve or thirteen, who did not know any superhuman strength, he accepted various killing tasks, and he was able to live to the current close to forty years old, and the experience brought by this age could even allow him to assassinate the enemies of the silver rank.

Just like Marco at the beginning. With Marco's perceptual attributes, combined with natural perceptuality, he could only feel the murderous aura behind him at the moment of Maken's shot.

And Marken even counts Marco's dodge, so the first target of the attack is not a fatal place such as the neck that is easy to lose the target, but a place around the waist that is not easy to dodge and has many weak points. The sword didn't touch any bones, but it shattered Marco's liver and kidneys. If Marco hadn't used the ashes to forcibly stop the bleeding and burn Marken, he would have killed Marco in less than two seconds.

However, the more mature a person is so mature that his mentality is even a little old, the more he thinks in his heart.

Roland's existence must not be exposed. Because of this time period, it is absolutely impossible for the Governors of Karaal to appear in the Trace of Lightlessness. It can be said that his existence will be exposed at the same time that Mark reports to his superiors.

But if Roland directly told him, "Don't tell your superiors about me" or something, Marken would be suspicious of Roland.

In other words, Roland needs to let Marken hide his own information about Roland.

It's not that hard.

It even takes just one sentence.

After saying the last sentence, Roland paused obviously. That obviousness turned into a suspicion in Marken's eyes.

But then, Roland's dark eyes, as deep as the abyss, calmed down. Marken unconsciously cast more attention to it.

"Marken, I can see that you look confident on the outside, but you have an impetuous side on the inside, and you usually belong to different people on different occasions," Roland's voice softened, becoming slow and rhythmic, "Actually, you know what you want, but you always think you don't have a chance, so you have been stagnant. ”

Marken's eyes widened instantly.

But before he could react, Roland walked straight into the inn.