It's still Malta, it's still the moonlight and the salty air blowing from the sea.

It's just that there is no blood and fighting in the air, only a strong smell of alcohol.

Wu Xin returned to the main material realm again, he was stunned, and did not hold Father Erlan who was leaning on his shoulder.

The priest, who was already drunk, rolled down and fell to the ground hard.

Wu Xin, who was physically and mentally exhausted, couldn't pull him for a while, so he simply sat on the ground and rested.

At this moment, Wu Xin suddenly saw two black shadows sneaking in the shadows, they were careful enough, but Wu Xin now had eyes that could see in the dark.

He was surprised to see the identities of the two black shadows.

That chubby figure was obviously Sherlock.

Now he was not at all sluggish, and he could move around in the darkness without hindrance, and even Villefort, a wanderer, could certainly not match him.

But this was not the reason why Wu Xin was surprised, Sherlock needed to seek the power to act openly in the castle for him, but before that, it was not surprising that he was moving around the castle by night.

As for his ability, it was even more unexpected for Wu Xin.

What really made Wu Xin unbelievable was the identity of another black shadow, that ethereal and free posture, long and powerful legs, who was Bursha who had just "broken up" with Wu Xin!

The Knights Hospitaller were understaffed, and the main threat was that sneak attackers came from the sea, so the patrols on the city walls were quite adequate, and there were only sporadic patrols inside the castle.

It wasn't a problem for Sherlock and Burtha at all, and Wu Xin wouldn't have been able to spot them if he hadn't had dim vision.

But Wu Xin, who had just obtained this ability, was still a little uncomfortable with his new eyes, and he always felt a little uncertain, so he looked at it concentratingly.

At this time, Bulsha turned his head, and Wu Xin saw that Bulsha seemed to be smiling slightly in his direction, and seemed to blink?

Wu Xin's heart was beating for a while, and he almost thought that the two deadly cicada wing knives were about to fly over, but fortunately, Bulsha quickly turned around, and the moment just now seemed to be Wu Xin's illusion.

He wanted to look again, and the two of them had disappeared around the dark corner.

'Shylock was a spy for the Ottoman Empire?!' ’

But isn't the regent the monarch of Austria? ’

Since the last time he heard Shylock and Cassano talk about the regent, and after some inquiry, he found that the title mostly refers to the monarch of Austria, Ladislaus-Habsburg.

His name as regent was really only a matter of succession within the Habsburgs, and there was no king in his name.

Wu Xin had always thought that Sherlock and his background were most likely related to Austria, but the current situation was something that Wu Xin could not explain.

The title of regent may also be worthy of other temporary regent powers.

What exactly is Sherlock's origin? Does he have the same attitude towards himself as Bursha, he likes it very much, but he also wants to kill him?

Sherlock had always been tight-lipped about his ultimate goal, and Cassano seemed to know, but he didn't want to say that he didn't even have any contact with Wu Xin.

Wu Xin was originally very worried about his goal, but Wu Xin felt that Cassano was credible, and he felt from the bottom of his soul that Cassano cared about him.

The means between them are also more like internal power struggles, so they are not very worried.

But this time he was really in a hurry, an Ottoman spy, which is the most unacceptable crime on the island of Malta.

Even Cassano definitely couldn't hold back.

Cassano, the key is this security captain, his position is too important for spies.

The Knights Hospitaller obviously did not have an independent counter-espionage agency, and if the captain of the garrison was a spy of the Ottoman Empire, he would really be doomed.

Wrong.

Wu Xin closed his eyes and calmed down again.

If they were really spies, then they should first pay attention to the anchorage of the warships on the island, although there was also a lot of military intelligence in the castle, but Wu Xin could be sure with the acumen of a seafarer that the most important value of the Knights Hospitaller was to provide a base for naval advances.

Therefore, the Ottoman spies must have been most concerned with the intelligence of the naval fleet, and the Spanish detachment was a far more valuable target than the broken Knights Army.

He recalled once again the last conversation he had heard, the strangest details of the conversation between the two sides.

"Hmph, will wisdom be passed on forever?"

"Yes, only wisdom will be passed on forever."

Wisdom is passed on forever, God is honored, and the new moon is ...............

Wu Xin suddenly understood something, he found something in common between Sherlock and Bursha, Shylock was not necessarily a spy of the Ottoman Empire, and even Bursha was suspicious.

Wu Xin looked at Father Erlan, who had finished vomiting and was sleeping in his filth, dragged him up, and then walked to the place where the Italian knight lived.

Although the hapless Erlan continued to fall, the two groups of Italian and Spanish were the closest to each other.

Wu Xin finally dragged Father Erlan into the courtyard where the Italian knights lived before he was exhausted.

"Oops, this guy drank too much again?"

"His room is at the end of the hallway, you can send him there."

Father Ellan's wine was obviously not very good, and it wasn't the first time he had been sent back by the knight apprenticeship, so the other knights didn't pay much attention.

Wu Xin sent Erlan to his bedroom very smoothly, and then followed the sound of coughing to find Knight Cassano's room.

His room was much larger than that of both Kevent and Erlan, almost equivalent to half of the quarters of the English group, and with such treatment in the fortress, the strength of the Knight of Cassano was indeed recognized.

At this time, the knight was sitting on the only chair in the room, coughing and drinking soup.

Wu Xin knew that he had noticed him, but he didn't rush to speak, he walked into Cassano and saw a pale and emaciated face, he seemed to be thinner than the last time they met.

Cassano was eating hard, and he was clearly holding back the discomfort and was barely swallowing.

But he ate very cleanly, there was no soup or meat left, and he brushed the bowl with water, and then drank it again.

Although the supply of supplies on the island of Malta makes it impossible for anyone to develop the vice of wastefulness, it is strange that the Knight of Cassano is like this.

And although it was difficult to eat, Cassano's face improved significantly after eating, and his cough stopped.

After doing all this, the Knight Cassano turned around and asked Wu Xin softly, "What makes you so nervous?" ”

"Can I trust Sherlock?" Wu Xin's question was strange, he had far more contact with Sherlock than with Cassano, and Cassano seemed to have a completely utilitarian attitude towards Wu Xin, and Delia decided that Wu Xin had better not contact him based on her own experience.

However, Wu Xin asked Cassano if he could trust Sherlock.

"What do you remember?" The Knight of Cassano only thought that Wu Xin still had memories of him.

"There's almost nothing left." Wu Xin's answer made him regretful, and then new questions arose.

Wu Xin solved his doubts before he asked questions.

"Don't get excited?! He almost died inexplicably like that! ”

"Then why did you send him to this island, ahem, it's just that I, a dying man, will no longer be honest and die for him."

The Knight of Cassano showed real surprise on his face: "Are you willing to learn Latin?" ”

He didn't seem to care that Wu Xin was able to learn Latin so quickly, and what was really surprised was Wu Xin's willingness to learn it.

"That's why I trust you." Wu Xin nodded, and repeated the question, "Can I trust Sherlock?" ”

Cassano hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded: "Yes, the benefits that His Royal Highness the Regent has given him are irreplaceable by others, and he has no reason to betray." ”

"What the hell are you looking for? Does His Royal Highness the Regent mean Ladislaus of Austria?! Wu Xin feels that these two are the most important questions.

"Yes, that's him." The former question, Cassano no no longer hides.

But he did not hesitate to reject Wu Xin's latter question: "As for what we are looking for, I can't tell you, in case of failure, you will face the trial of several cardinal archbishops and even the real pope, we must make sure that you don't have to lie, no one can lie in front of him." ”

This is not the answer that Wu Xin is looking forward to, if he fails, he will be interrogated by the most powerful being in this plane?

"Am I not getting involved enough?" Wu Xin felt that he had already played a big role.

"As long as you really don't know that name, His Royal Highness the Regent can protect you." When Knight Cassano spoke of "His Royal Highness the Regent", he had a distinctly mixed emotion, neither disgust nor intimacy.

Although what he said was still not clear, since Wu Xin was determined to trust him, he no longer dwelled on him, and he continued to ask: "That wisdom is eternal, which god is it a tribute to praise it?" ”

Sherlock was a samurai, and knowledge of the gods was not his specialty, but the question could be answered without thinking: "This is an honorific in praise of the Lord of the End of All Things, what did you hear from Sherlock?" ”

A believer in the Lord of the End of All Things, this is how Abu Sa'id called Bursa.

"I heard it from an Ottoman spy." Wu Xin's words made the face of the Cassano knight also change greatly. "Sherlock is working in the castle with that spy."

"Sherlock's secret activities, will you find out?" Cassano seemed a little unconvinced that Sherlock could be so careless, but he obviously didn't believe Wu Xin's other words. "Ottoman spies? The status and trust he had gained in Austria could not be given by the Ottomans, and I do not want to believe that he would betray His Royal Highness the Regent. ”

"How much do you know about this Lord of the End of All Things?" Wu Xin knew that faith could make people betray the country and the monarch.

"I don't know much, except that this is a very old god, maybe even older than the Dark Sun, and his teachings place great emphasis on the recording of knowledge and the transmission of wisdom, and most of his followers are literate, and women are also highly literate. So there were a lot of businessmen and respected scholars among them. The relationship between the Lord of the End of All Things and Darksun is complicated, with Darksun's first apostle said to have died at the hands of His High Priest, though Darksun also acknowledged that he had helped him at the beginning of creation. For now, his relationship with the Dark Sun is relatively moderate, and there are many princes and free cities in the Holy Roman Empire, they have their own settlements, but they are not allowed to serve in the government, and the taxes are more stringent. Of course, there were occasional persecutions, and sometimes the monarch would declare that everyone would be forgiven of their debts, and even confiscate their property outright, so they generally kept a low profile. "Cassano is not proficient in the knowledge of all gods, in fact, he knows a relatively good thing about this lord of the end of all things.

"What about in the Star Moon Sect region? Can this belief also exist? Wu Xin noticed that Cassano did not use the word "God", but called Ciric "Dark Sun", which was never said by other Hospitallers.

Cassano shook his head: "I don't know the attitude of the Star and Moon Archdemon towards the Lord of the End of All Things, but in the Ottoman Empire, it should also pay a poll tax, so it will not be persecuted, the Ottoman Empire is the most tolerant in faith." ”

Wu Xin thought for a while, and finally added: "The spy who was with him seemed to be called Xingyue Cicada, a woman with amber eyes, she has increased in strength recently, if you touch her, you must be careful." ”

"The Cicada of the Stars and the Moon, is that her? I know her, no matter how strong she is, she can't be better than me. Cassano's words were plain and confident,

Wu Xin was still a little worried: "I don't know how you made the plan, even the basic intelligence structure is done by relying on unreliable allies, or is the other party not an ally at all?" How can such a plan succeed? ”

"It doesn't help to complain." Cassano's words were still flat, and there was no trace of helplessness or discouragement, and he finally concluded. "Okay, don't worry too much, you won't go back today, and tomorrow as soon as the drawbridge is lowered, we'll go to Sherlock and see what he has to say."