The secret passage is inside the building, and judging from the narrow entrance, it is supposed to be for the people to go up and down, and it seems that the Venadas know the structure of the building very well.

Oreo stepped down the stairs unhurriedly, he wasn't worried that someone would sneak up on him in the dark, because with the dragon's blood, even if the environment was bleak, he could see everything around him in another way.

He rolled down the stairs, raised his hand and fired another shot, and a figure fell in response.

Raise her leg over the figure, but the woman suddenly reached out and hugged him, shouting in her mouth.

"You guys get out of here!"

"Speaking of which, I'm like a villain of the most heinous crimes,"

Oreo muttered, "But how would you have ended up here if it weren't for that stupid leader of yours...... Let go. ”

The woman, of course, didn't let go, but bit Oreo's calf.

Before she could exert herself, Oreo had already loaded the projectile and pulled the trigger.

"Bang"!

It was like breaking a kettle.

At the sound of the sound, the women stopped in unison, then stared at Oreo with disgust.

A woman said viciously.

"You traitor!"

Oreo reloads the projectile and speaks in a quiet tone.

"Emperor Venada's surname is Pravor, but the surname Pravor is not necessarily a Venada person, you have to figure out this order."

As he spoke, there was a sudden commotion from upstairs, and it seemed that the guards had finally noticed something unusual in the hall.

Soon, there was an exclamation from the entrance to the dark tunnel.

"They're gone from here!"

Tucking his cane under his armpit, Oreo said quickly.

"Why are you stunned, run quickly, after all, I can only kill one person at a time."

After a moment's hesitation, the women ran away, scrambling to get out of the tunnel.

Not far from the exit of the dark passage is the kitchen, where the women are walking through the pots and pans, and the cooks around them are busy, they are startled by the sudden appearance of the women, but they don't know if the shock on their faces is fake.

Soon, the women passed through the kitchen and jumped into the carriage used to transport the ingredients at the door.

Normally, this is a pretty well-thought-out plan.

But now that Pamela's death has been discovered, Oreo doesn't think they'll make it out.

However, this also has the advantage that the prostitutes will have more time to hide their tracks, and when the limelight passes, such a resort will only leave the peasant women on duty, who can come and pick up the prostitutes themselves at any time.

As the carriage departed, Oreo ripped a towel from the towel rack on the side, placed it on his left hand, and slowly turned around.

At the exit of the dark passage, a column of heavily armed soldiers came out one after another, they should have been worried about someone sneaking up, and looked around vigilantly.

Oreo cowered in a corner, sifting chaff.

"You ...... this"

The soldier at the head said loudly.

"Where did those people go?"

Oreo stretched out his right hand and pointed to the kitchen door.

"Get into the carriage...... The carriage is gone! ”

"Damn it!"

The man shouted and hurriedly commanded his men.

"The manor has been sealed off, they must have gone to the woods, let's get in the carriage!"

The soldiers passed by Oreo like a gust of wind, and the cooks stared wide-eyed, not knowing for a moment whether they should continue with the task at hand.

Soon, the soldiers all rushed out of the kitchen, and Oreo ripped off the towel in his hand and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when the cook opposite him suddenly moved.

He waved at Oreo, but Oreo reacted as well, and he quickly crouched down, the kitchen knife spinning and nailing an inch above his head.

Looking up at the handle of the kitchen knife, Oreo muttered.

"I knew it was so."

Drawing the kitchen knife from the wall, Oreo stared warily at the cook.

It's not often that Pamela comes to a resort like this a few times a year, so the chefs are mostly hired on a temporary basis.

He had suspected that there were assassins in the chef before, so he had been prepared for the dodge just now.

Seeing two or three cooks move, Oreo said unhurriedly.

"As a Venada spy, you shouldn't be so presumptuous, it's wise to hide your identity and wait for the next action...... You must know that it is not easy for the country to train a spy. ”

Angry looks appeared on the faces of the chefs one after another, of course they knew why the plan had changed, all because of this little boy who suddenly appeared!

With a "whoosh", a kitchen knife smashed again, and Oreo pulled over the storage shelf beside him, and four cabbages surveyed and blocked the knife for him.

Seeing that the blow missed, the man spat out.

"No one will come here anytime soon, and I'll make you pay!"

"What, is your girlfriend among those dead people? As a spy, you shouldn't talk about feelings, this is the iron law of spies. ”

Oreo grumbled as he stretched his cane out of the vegetable, and after feeling that it was about the same, he quietly pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, the leaves flew away, and the chef fell in response.

Oreo kicked open the shelves, clearing the two rushing men, and then quickly reloaded.

The cane was a modified rifle that only took two steps to reload, so he quickly raised the muzzle and aimed it at the second cook.

"Bang"!

"You brute!"

The rest of the man became angry, threw out the kitchen knife in his hand, and rushed over like a bull.

Before he could take two steps, Oreo threw his kitchen knife, and the cold light flashed through his throat, and after a few moments, a tuft of blood gushed out.

Kicking the dead spy away, Oreo looked up with a blank face, there were more than three cooks in the kitchen, but now it was empty, and the others must have been scared away.

Oreo narrowed his eyes as he looked at the corpse on the ground and muttered.

"Venadans, are you finally taking it anymore?"

With that, he quickly withdrew into the hallway, then chose a room to the north and quickly slipped inside.

Lifting the corner of the curtain, Oreo looked out the window, there were only weeds swaying in the wind on the edge of the cliff, and the prostitutes didn't know where to run.

However, everyone now believed that the Assassins had gone in the direction of the woods, and even if they were suspicious of the hole on the second floor, they would search the woods first, rather than the cliff, from which there was no way to escape.

Thinking about this, Oreo pushed open the window and slid out.

He gently closed the window with his sleeve, and walked briskly towards the cliff, and after a while he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Lord Oreo!"

Oreo turned around and saw a prostitute poking her head out of the window, apparently hiding in the next room.

"My God, how dare you hide here?"

Oreo quickly climbed through the window, and soon saw heads poking out of the fireplace, under the bed, and from behind the curtains.

He opened his mouth wide and stared dumbfounded.

"It's true that the most dangerous place is the safest place, but how dare you hide in the same room?"

The prostitute in charge of the release pursed her lips, and she reached out and pointed to the fireplace.

Oreo looked over and saw a small door on the side of the fireplace, almost the same color as the bricks.

Before he could speak, a prostitute whispered.

"Pamela is really innocent."

“......”

After a moment of silence, Oreo whispered.

"You've been there...... It seems that this place is indeed very safe, after all, it is a place where the dead have stayed. ”

The prostitute squeezed out a smile.

"Lord Oreo, what are we going to do next?"

Oreo looked around and whispered.

"Now like this, you can't go back to the back 3rd street, stay in this house during this time, and I'll ask Emma to bring you food."

Despite their uneasiness, the prostitutes did not raise their voices to refute it, because in their opinion, Oreo was definitely trustworthy.

Climbing up the window, Oreo paused.

"Is there anything else you want to explain, such as bringing a message to your family or something?"

The prostitutes looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and finally the prostitute spoke.

"Lord Oreo...... Thank you for saving our lives. ”

Oreo was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand repeatedly.

"You're welcome, you're going to collect money, three silver coins per person."