Flipping through the entire letter, the clever ghost felt a chill run through his back.

A Devil Lord who can open the gates of hell and let troops come and go freely?

Undoubtedly, this was an extremely important piece of information - in fact, he was already puzzled by the unscathed fall of Snow Castle, but apart from the fact that he could confirm that the devil had invaded the city from due north, there were all sorts of other theories. Apparently the civilians who saw the devil descend had already died in that invasion.

Now he has finally been confirmed.

However, what shocked him even more was that this devil lord was familiar with the rules of human beings, not only could deal with nobles, but also became the actual controller of Eternal Winter in a short period of time. And the benefits promised by the other party are also quite rich, and they are by no means something that the people of Gray Castle can give.

In addition, the letter's account of the movements of the conscripts is also very valuable, and although it cannot be equated with the distribution of the devil's power, it can at least analyze the general location of their whereabouts.

What is certain is that the person who wrote this letter was by no means a rat or a merchant, but from the perspective of it, this person must have been in the upper echelons of Eternal Winter.

The content of the whole piece of paper is well-organized and clearly described, and it is difficult to transcribe or streamline, as long as it is sent in its entirety, it is a key piece of information, and in terms of priority, it is undoubtedly in the highest category.

The problem was that the merchant team used to deliver the information had only left the castle yesterday - in order to be as unobtrusive as possible, the black money was only placed in the caravan by one person, and it was almost impossible to get the team to turn back, and the next caravan would leave a week later.

If you add the stop-and-go time on the road, the delivery time will only be longer.

The clever ghost hesitated for a long time, but finally stood up and put all the other papers on the table into the cabinet, leaving only the letter.

Next is the waterproof sealing wax treatment.

When he had done this, he blew out the oil lamp, put the letter away close to him, and returned to the first floor, gesturing to the Silencer.

"I'm going to go out of town myself. If there's an accident here, light the fire oil downstairs. ”

Just as the Clever Ghost turned to head out the door, the Silent One reached out and grabbed him, shook his head imperceptibly, and then pointed at himself.

Let him stay, and leave the dangerous things to himself......

The clever ghost chuckled, "It's just a letter, and I'll be back in two or three days at most." You can't speak, and you don't know where the answer point is, so you can't help me. ”

It's just that there are no such complex words in sign language, so he just made a gesture: "It's a command." ”

The hand that took him loosened.

The clever ghost patted the other man on the chest and left the room without looking back.

Since the master asked him to fully assist the Grey Castle, it was the first priority to send the letter out as soon as possible, after all, according to the Grey Castle people, the information is time-sensitive, and the later some news is delayed, the more variables there are.

To this end, they have also set up emergency contact points in villages more than ten miles from the city, and equipped with incredible animal messengers, which they have heard can send news from here to Dawn in a matter of days.

And that village was the goal of his trip.

Leaving the castle without permission is risky, but it is still manageable. In fact, every day people flee the north by various means, even leaving Eternal Winter - although the red mist overhead and the bloody red moon have not had a real impact on people's lives, the propaganda of Grey Keep and the rumors of the devil have gradually fermented, and no matter how much the lord tries to stop it, it will not completely dispel people's fear of this terrible alien race.

Those who fled were undoubtedly his best cover.

The clever ghost knows that as long as he acts alone, the possibility of being targeted by the flying devil is not high, and the guards on the main road are better to deal with - the golden dragon is the common rule of the human world after all.

The truth was not much different from what he expected.

When the sky was bright the next morning, the clever ghost passed through the south gate of Snow Castle without any danger, and in order to keep the few golden dragons in his pocket for himself, the guard did not even alarm the others, and quietly opened the small door on the inner side of the city wall.

Once you cross the ice abyss, there is no obstacle to the rest of the road.

Whenever he saw a dark shadow in the sky, he would quickly burrow into the snow, and his white coat became a natural cover color, and those footprints looked not much different from those stepped on by wild beasts in the air.

By the afternoon, he could faintly see the smoke rising from the village.

Wiping the hoarfrost from his nose, the clever ghost couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Just like the way he received the letter in the city, he didn't need to connect with the Grey Castle people, he just needed to put the information in the agreed place and leave a code.

However, at this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind him.

The clever ghost couldn't help but be stunned, he looked back, his heart sank slightly, hell, how could there be cavalry from Snow Castle here?

The people of Grey Castle chose this village precisely because it was located in the middle of nowhere, and it was difficult for one or two outsiders to be detected, and the nobles usually chose to intercept refugees near the avenue, so there was no reason to run here.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed, and it was obvious that the other party had also seen him, and it was impossible to hide again.

The clever ghost simply stopped, and put on a flattering smile at the person who came - the other party has a total of two horses, as long as he gives enough golden dragons, he shouldn't be too embarrassed.

The cavalry stopped their horses in front of him and looked at him condescendingly, "Brother, I knew that these fugitives would pick some remote roads, and sure enough, we found one." ”

"Ah, good luck. ”

Really...... Is it a patrol to catch the fugitives?

"Great, my lord, please let me live!" The clever ghost pretended to be extremely frightened, and knelt down in the snow with a thud, holding the money bag in both hands, revealing the eye-catching golden dragon inside, "I really don't want to stay in the same place with those devils from hell, they are all monsters who eat people without blinking! I am willing to give all my savings, please let me go!"

"Oh, you've got a lot of savings. The cavalryman leaned over and took the money bag, a smile in his tone.

"It's all yours now...... Yes, that's right, I still have relatives in the heart of the wolf, as long as you don't arrest me back, I will definitely find a chance to repay you in the future!"

"Get up. ”

The clever ghost secretly breathed a sigh of relief, generally speaking, at this point, it is basically considered to be passed. The number of refugees who can save the golden dragon is definitely a minority, and even bringing "relatives from neighboring countries" adds a lot of credibility - they don't want to cause more trouble if there is no benefit to killing. After all, there is nothing to lose to them by letting go of one or two refugees, and there is no need to eliminate the possibility of repaying them in the future.

But the other party didn't wave him to get out, but lifted his face armor, "Look at me well." ”

I saw a striking scar on his cheek, as if it had been eaten by some beast, his entire ear was missing, and even half of his eye became deformed and distorted.

The rolled flesh showed that the wound had apparently only just healed.

"Your Excellency, ...... you"

"Wounded by the firearms of the Grey Castle people. "At the time, no one thought I was hopeless, but I survived. To this day, I can still feel the burning pain on my face, and it reminds me who caused this-"

By the end, his voice had completely cooled.

A strong sense of malaise suddenly rose in the mind of the clever ghost.

But before he could distance himself, another man who claimed to be his brother had already raised his hand and slapped the whip in his face.

I only felt that it was dark in front of me, and the clever ghost covered his face and fell down.

"That's right, it's you! If it weren't for you damned fugitives, why would I fight the Grey Castle people! What kind of divine will battle, what kind of human fate, it's all bullshit!" When he said this, the other party's voice was close to roaring, "Don't worry, I won't take you back, and I won't kill you here—the only thing I want to do is to let you taste my pain too!"

Then he took the reins and rode towards the clever ghost's legs.

"Click-"

An indescribable pain instantly poured into the brains of the clever ghost, and he subconsciously screamed.

Then comes the second leg.

It wasn't until the snow was stained with blood and his legs were a blurred mass of flesh that the pursuers stopped their mounts from trampling.

"Rest assured, you are not the first and will not be the last. The knight smirked wryly, "Now...... You can run away as much as you want. ”

The Clever didn't notice when the two had left.

He bit his lip hard, and it was only then that his scattered consciousness could barely be concentrated.

The lower half of his body was completely unconscious, and the ice and snow were robbing him of the temperature in his body little by little.

He touched the clothes on his chest, and the letter was still in its original place—in the eyes of the two men, he was afraid that he was no different from a dead man.

Unexpectedly, there was no resentment towards the two of them in his mind, nor was there a strong unwillingness, under the intertwined torture of stinging and cold, thinking was already an extremely difficult thing, and the only remaining thought was the information in his arms.

With the last of his strength, the clever ghost moved towards the agreed place.

As he climbed to the top of a hillside overlooking the village, night was covering the land. The occasional flickering firelight in the village seemed to be close at hand, and as far away as the stars.

He didn't put the letters in the hiding place, because he himself was the last container for information.

As darkness threatens to engulf everything, the kind face of his master, Barry Lothar, emerges from the eyes of the clever ghost.

He closed his eyes and muttered softly.

"Father's ......"