"It's an easy job, you don't have to take any risks, just put the message in the agreed place and no one knows you've done it. The silver-masked man who claimed to be in charge of black money echoed in his ears again.

"It's ridiculous! Why should I help the Grey Castle people, they will even uproot the nobles, what good will it do me if they win?" The argument still seemed to be vivid, "I thought that black money was all shrewd businessmen, but I didn't expect to say such stupid things! Aren't you afraid that I will tie you up and hand you over to Lord Marvion in exchange for a good reward?"

"If you really wanted to do that, then there wouldn't have been this interview in the first place. The other man's tone did not change in the slightest, as if he did not care about his own safety at all, "The fact that I can still sit here is enough to prove your will, and it is because you are a smart person that we are willing to provide this opportunity." 」

"Unfortunately, you are mistaken, my loyalty to the Duke is beyond doubt. Get out of here before I change my mind!"

"Of course, I'll go. But my lord, the so-called opportunity is like this, black money does not intend to force you to make a choice, how to do it is your freedom. The Silver-Faced Man stood up, bowed deeply to him, and then placed a black card lightly on the tea table, "One last thing I want to convey is that Greykeep will not forget anyone who has served it. So...... There will be a period later. 」

Fowler took a deep breath, interrupting his distracted thoughts, and the room fell silent.

Anyone who has played for the Grey Castle will not be forgotten...... Yes.

It is ironic that he has defected to the Duke of Marveen in order to revive the glory of his family, and Roland Wimbleton, who is the enemy of all the nobles, was the most unlikely person to forgive, but now, he finds himself a little undecided.

The guy sent by the black money was a bastard, but one thing was right, if he really planned to serve the Duke of the North, he should have torn this card to pieces a long time ago, instead of carefully hiding it under a drawer.

After a long silence, Fowler looked up and sighed, and sat down at his desk.

He pulled out a piece of papyrus and spread it out, then picked up the quill pen.

Is there anything left to lose?

Regaining the territory had become increasingly elusive, and he didn't seem to have a reason to stick to it.

Anyway, according to the black money method, you won't lose anything, so you should bet on both sides. If the Devil wins the eventual victory, the situation will not get worse anyway, and if the Grey Castle wins, he may be able to compensate for it in some other way.

Thinking of this, Fowler put down his pen.

......

In the evening, wearing a trench coat and felt hat, he walked into the "horn alley" of the inner city.

This is the territory of the Northern Chamber of Commerce, and most of the people who come and go are merchants, and by the time the sun sets, there are few people active.

On a gentle slope, Fowler found the spot mentioned by the Silver-Faced Man—a large silver fir tree growing between two brick houses.

In fact, the way in which the other party agreed to pass on the agreement was also what prompted him to make a decision.

There is no recipient and no contact, which greatly reduces the risk. At least he didn't have to worry about the black money using this information to blackmail him, or being noticed by others that he had a secret relationship with an unknown person.

Fowler wandered around for a while, and after seeing that there were no suspicious people around, he quickly walked behind the silver fir and felt for the tree hole in the center of it—sure enough, there was a secret lattice hidden in the tree hole, but the lattice door was completely an ordinary piece of wood, and it was impossible to detect it without touching it with your own hands.

He stuffed the letter into the secret compartment, pushed it back into the wooden baffle, and was done. He deliberately recorded the contents of the letter in the form of a regular letter, and even if it was discovered by a third party, it would not be possible to associate it with him through handwriting.

Of course, that's not all.

Fowler then returned to his lodgings and carried a flower pot to the windowsill of his bedroom—an ornament that was everywhere in an upscale inner-city residence, and no one cared about a humble potted plant. But for those who are secretly watching the place, it's a signal from the news.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't need to contact anyone, and it didn't matter to him who would pick up the letter or how it would be delivered to the Greykeepers.

The moment he put the pot down, Fowler even felt a sense of relief.

With all the meticulous and meticulous information gathering, the gap between kings is still too big...... He stood in front of the window, looking at the brightly lit castle district under the red mist, and he no longer had any hope for Mavien when he thought that the "vanquished" were still enjoying the dinner party in high spirits.

There is only one remaining problem.

Can Grey Keep really defeat the devil?

The messenger stacked a thick stack of papers on a damp, tattered wooden table.

"Is this today's share?" the clever ghost lit the fuel lamp, "Thank you." ”

There was no reaction from the other party.

He sighed and repeated with a gesture.

Only then did the sender nod.

This person is a silent person cultivated by his master, who can neither hear nor speak, and can only communicate commands or make inquiries through simple sign language, which, unfortunately, does not include gestures of gratitude.

"Stay outside and don't let anyone in. The clever ghost let the silent one go, and began to flip through the messages one by one.

This is a property purchased by black money for holding an underground chamber of commerce, and it is usually an invitation system, so it is theoretically not possible for outsiders to break in. However, the clever ghost still chooses to process information in the cold basement, just to buy more time to burn when danger occurs.

It wasn't clear why the master was so concerned about the war in the Grey Keep, but it wasn't something he could question. Since the master has ordered full assistance to the Grey Keep, the only thing he can do is to carry it out with all his might.

Rearranging this information and delivering it to the Greykeepers without realizing it is his main task at the moment.

Although the Grey Castle people demanded that all news not be spared, the opportunity to secretly transport them out of the city was not always available, so there must be a question of priority. Considering that the caravans allowed to pass generally came and went once a week, he had to make the most reliable information into a secret message within a week, mix it with the goods and send it to the wolf's heart, and the rest of the news had to be sent through another channel.

Most of the time, the information comes from the rat's dictation, so it seems rather scattered, and he often spends a lot of time sifting through them. This time, however, the Clever Ghost noticed that there was a letter on the paper that was significantly different from the other messages.

It was written in a sleek handwriting, not copied by hand in a tavern or on the street, and with fine ink, without any wrinkles on the paper, it was evident that the writing environment was more than a notch better than where rats frequented.

He subconsciously held his breath and carefully scanned the letter from head to point.

And the content of the letter is really different.

It is the first mention of the heart of the Devil's army, the Lord of the Celestial Vault, Hekzord.