A shabby and gloomy hut with a lantern on the table.

The dim light could only cover a foot square, and Powell had to get very close to read the handwriting on the tip of his pen.

Outside the light, there was a damp, moldy wooden wall, a urine bucket in the corner, a wooden bed in the middle, and a thin tattered sheet.

It's a cheap inn, a playground for lice and fleas.

Servants, coolies, drunkards, bankrupts, there are a lot of people who live here, and the travelers have to fend for themselves.

The shopkeepers only provide a room, and don't care about the rest. If you want to eat, drink, steal or rob, it's all up to the guests themselves, just don't set fire to the house.

If something happens, the shopkeeper will collect the body afterwards at most.

Living in this kind of place is not what Powell wants. But as a secret agent, life has to face twists and turns from time to time.

He was accustomed to living a chaotic life in darkness and chaos, serving one superior after another, collecting huge bounties and spending them in a gold cave somewhere.

Anyway, people who do this business basically don't live long.

Why not for Victor. Hugo service? The other party is richer.

Powell thought about it, and he even talked to other fellow spies. But assassins, thieves, bards, and adventurers who wander towns have all thought about similar problems.

But the obvious answer is, no.

Victor. Hugo has a strong aura of order. Wherever he goes, he tries to calm the situation and make rules so that everyone is subordinate to him.

Powell's first visit to Harmony Village felt this deeply. He worked as a blacksmith in the village forge, not to mention the exhaustion and exhaustion, and the foreman even had to take care of what time he got up and what time he went to bed every day.

Most adventurers hate the feeling of being tied down, they like to be free. Whether it is murder and arson or chivalry, they all act completely according to their own will.

Therefore, Powell would rather work for the long-legged family, would rather live in a moldy and smelly cheap hotel, would rather hide and not be at peace, than join the 'rich and powerful leader'.

Under the lantern, there were two or three rolls of paper on the wooden table, and an owl crouched beside the table, its big eyes staring at Powell's constantly scribbling pen.

Poor papyrus is too hard and brittle, and a quill pen can cut through the paper if you are not careful. Writing quickly and well is a skill, so being a scribe is quite a professional job.

Accidentally, the tip of the pen cracked. A cloud of ink dripped down and smudged the entire page. The grayish-yellow papyrus absorbed the ink and was immediately scrapped.

Alas, ......, it had to be rewritten again.

Powell threw away the quill and sighed in anguish. He turned his head to meet the owl at the table for several minutes.

The owl is the pet of a long-legged wizard. An hour earlier, it had flown through the window, with a roll of paper strapped to its legs to carry the message.

This is the fastest way to transmit information from the Netherworld, but a fixed receiving point must be chosen. On the scroll of paper, a wizard hiding in another place reported several situations.

"Adrian's 'vicious dogs' attacked a Minos family's estate outside the city, killing two and forcibly abducting one. Victor. Hugo probably knows something, and is tracking us down.

The family instigated a number of bandit gangs to ambush outside the city, and successively attacked the transport convoy of the 'Harmony Chamber of Commerce'. But the small bandits are too weak to do anything at all.

A few days ago, the family lord Exxon personally led a team to organize a coordinated ambush of multiple bandits, and successfully grabbed a complete heavy-duty carriage.

Most of the bandits who succeeded in the robbery took the reward and fled, but the revenge of the 'Harmony Chamber of Commerce' followed.

Many of the bandits did not flee far enough, and they were caught by the 'vicious dogs' in negligence. According to survivors, the 'vicious dogs' are fast, well-informed, and well-equipped.

No one knows why the 'Harmony Chamber of Commerce' reacted so quickly? But Victor. Hugo apparently did whatever it took to preserve his dignity and credibility. ”

Powell was not at all distressed by the loss of the gangs, which were a rabble, swarming like goblins when fighting.

However, the scroll of paper describes the tactics and equipment of the 'Vicious Dog', which is eye-catching.

Those who have survived mentioned that 'vicious dogs' commonly use a light crossbow that fires quickly. Its crossbow bolts are very small but extremely accurate, and can easily pierce through leather armor within twenty or thirty meters.

That's not good.

For agents who need to be nimble, leather armor is the heaviest protection they can withstand. If you have a light and fast long-range weapon that can shoot through leather armor, this is a great advantage in terms of equipment.

Thinking about the wind forging machine in Harmony Village, Powell felt that he had to pay attention to this news. The 'Rich and Strong Collar' could really come up with such a powerful thing.

At the end of the scroll, the family wizard also mentions Fils. A new order from Long Legs.

The new Patriarch is organizing a Restoration Army, and he asks the spies lurking in Coldwind to take action and capture a rebel leader or important person in order to demonstrate their abilities to allies and to demonstrate against the rebel group.

"Capture an enemy boss or dignitary?" Powell's head hurts, and he sifs through the rebellious candidates in his head and finds that none of them are easy to catch.

Previously, the cultists of the evil worm had also thought of obtaining the secret of the forging machine in a similar way. As a result, before they could do it, they were defeated by Victor. Hugo slaughtered it with his own hands.

"It's clear that we spies don't take it seriously. If you really want to tie up an important person, it's not a 'vicious dog' dispatch, Victor. Hugo will come and hunt us down himself. ”

Spying on secrets is dangerous enough, and kidnapping people is even more fatal.

Powell ignored the rule. But he had a feeling that another team led by the family wizard would really consider this task. Because Fils. The price offered by the long legs is quite high.

"Damn, do these guys think they can do whatever they want like they used to?" Powell knew that being a secret agent should be low-key and forbearing, "I have to be involved in them." ”

Time passed slowly in frustration, but the reply was not yet complete.

Powell originally wrote a long paragraph to persuade his colleagues not to do stupid things. But in an irritable mood, the tip of the pen was broken and the pages were stained. He really didn't want to write it again.

I found a new quill pen, dipped it in ink, and spread out a new piece of papyrus.

The second time he wrote, Powell only briefly described his current situation, and tried to pick good news to reply. He couldn't talk to Fils directly. Long-legged connection, all information depends on the wizard's pet.

If he writes only bad news, Powell fears that he will be perceived as incompetent and annoying. Instead of reminding his colleagues, he offered them several options to choose from.

The written paper was tied to the owl's ankle, and Powell had to pull out a small bag and pick a magic gem to feed to the pet.

Otherwise, this demon pet will not work, and will even tear off the paper scroll tied to the ankle ring halfway.

The pouch opened, and the owl swayed from side to side with its feet and poked its head out to look into the pouch. Then it cooed, as if it were laughing.

There were only a few very fine and irregular gems and a small number of gold and silver coins in the bag.

The gemstones are large, multifaceted and pure, translucent and radiant. As far as Powell has in his bag, even the head demon pet dares to mock him.

Powell picked a diamond smaller than a grain of broken rice and placed it on the table.

The owl demon pet looked at it and shook its head disdainfully, still cooing in its mouth.

Powell was furious, and the damn bird was disgusted. He pulled out another diamond, but the owl pet shook his head.

Powell could only open his money bag and let the owl pick it himself. As a result, the beast spat out and croaked, "Poor ghosts, don't learn from others to destroy, it's pitiful!" ”

Powell's lungs are going to explode!