The giant Paul is dead.

It was intelligence merchant Willy who told him the news.

When the boy pushed open the door, he saw this uninvited guest—before he could invite a middle-aged man dressed in black and a black hat dressed as an old-school gentleman into the room to sit down, the self-acquainted intelligence merchant told him all the shocking news that had obviously caused a shock in the area.

Hearing the news a little abruptly, Amy's black pupils were full of disbelief in an instant, although her appearance was not too gaffe, but her slightly trembling stiff body and obviously sluggish expression betrayed his true thoughts in his heart - it wasn't until a long time later that he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, rubbed his eyebrows with his hands, made a gesture of invitation to invite the other party in, and only after sitting down did he slightly restrain his surprise and said in the calmest tone possible: " Although I know that you are a professional intelligence merchant, I still need further confirmation of this news. ”

"It's not particularly classified either," said the intelligence merchant, shrugging his shoulders and pulling the brim of his top hat in a low, magnetic voice, "He was found dead in his own villa, cleanly wiped on his neck, and...... There were no signs of a fight at the scene. ”

"Where is the source?" Amy looked at the uninvited guest in front of her.

"A lot, someone is deliberately spreading the news. The suave intelligence merchant raised an eyebrow, "But I'm sure it's not fake news, but someone is behind it." ”

"It's going to make you a lot less money. Amy smiled and spread her hands in a helpless gesture, "Only a newcomer like me will buy news from you." ”

"You can misunderstand me," the middle-aged man named Willy shook his head, "I don't contact you for those vulgar things, I care more about your friendship than worldly money." ”

"It turns out that my friendship is so valuable, it seems that I can make a living by selling my friendship in the future. Amy said half-jokingly, and then retracted the smile on her face, "Mr. Wiley, the news of the death of the giant Paul, which is insensitive and has little to do with me, does not make me feel worth the money. ”

"So I have another piece of news for you. The intelligence merchant stared at the young man's bottomless eyes, which were as deep as the night sky, and unhurriedly revealed the real information, "Your Majesty was very angry yesterday, very angry, and tore up three famous paintings of the era of kings in a row, only to calm down the stirring mood a little. ”

His Majesty was referring to Michelangelo, the Emperor of the lower districts, who was a true lover of art, who had an unbelievable taste for the art of the age of the kings, whose collection was more quantity and quality than most of the glory of the city of Hemtica, and whose famous paintings were in no way worth much less than the wealth of a high-class magnate in his lifetime—it is not difficult to get a glimpse of how angry he was at the time.

"This news," Amy's knuckles subconsciously tapped on the table, "It doesn't have much to do with me, does it?"

"But as long as you're in the lower zone, you can't escape this maelstrom. Willy looked at him with a smirk, "Although you have a prominent enough surname and a noble bloodline to be able to freely enter and exit the upper districts, there seems to be no second way in front of you. ”

"It seems that I didn't choose the wrong person," he said, but the young man frowned unabashedly, "You are indeed a very good intelligence merchant. ”

"Figuring out the preferences of your customers is necessary for a good intelligence merchant. The middle-aged man ignored the hint hidden in the conversation, and said in a calm and unshakable tone, "Thank you for your appreciation, I just did what I could." ”

"This news is worth a kintor. Amy ignored him and just held out a finger.

"It's not quite what I expected. The intelligence merchant replied with a merchant-like philistine, "You should know how rare news about that majesty is. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't know. Amy gagged him with a crude reply that bordered on vexatiousness, "What I do know is that your information isn't what I need—I need more direct and relevant information." ”

"I know......" After a short silence, Willy looked up at him, the young man's still young figure reflected in his blue pupils, "Forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, are you really only sixteen years old?"

"Genuine. Amy replied.

"Alright then—" the intelligence merchant nodded, "to make this trade a little fairer, I'm going to sell you one more piece of news, one that you'll definitely be interested in." ”

"It seems that what you are asking for is not small. Amy frowned.

"The friendship of the Glorious is unique in the lower districts. Willy smiled back without revealing a trace, avoiding the topic, "How can you mind making friends?" ”

"What do you want. The young man asked reluctantly.

"Your friendship—" The Intelligence Merchant paused slightly, then said, "and the Fire Emblem Amulet. ”

After a brief silence for the Fire Emblem ......, Amy replied, "It seems that we can continue to work together for quite some time. ”

"That's really grateful. Willie bowed slightly, "During this time, I will do everything I can to serve you." ”

"I hope so. The boy was noncommittal.

"Your trust will be rewarded," the intelligence merchant replied bluntly, and then went straight to the point, "The West End needs a manager, a manager who can replace the giant Paul and deter the forces that are secretly stirring......"

"So?" Amy was indeed interested in the news.

"There's an amazing guy coming. Willie said in an exaggerated tone.

"If that's all you know, I don't think it's worth even a single silver thor. Amy frowned.

"You're a shrewd and stern employer. The intelligence merchant complimented, then restrained the pompous expression on his face, "But my intelligence isn't something so superficial—I know who the new administrator of the West End is. ”

He stared directly at the boy with burning eyes.

"Who is it?" Amy made no secret of his interest.

"It's a mask. Willy lowered his voice and said, "The mask of the Mist Zone. ”

"The Fog Zone—that sounds scary. The look on Amy's face didn't change much, "But...... I've never heard of anyone like that. ”

"Although the giant Paul is known as the right-hand man of that one, he is actually only a good master in his early years, and what really makes His Majesty a real Majesty is the mask of the Misty Zone. Speaking of this, the intelligence merchant couldn't help but shake his head, looked out the window attentively, and continued after a while, "The mask is a person with a withdrawn personality, a mysterious background, and only shows people with a mask, but it is indisputable that it is thanks to his appearance that Michelangelo can really sweep away the enemy and divide the entire lower district into his fiefdom." ”

"Misty Zone...... What is his relationship with demons? Amy asked.

"That's right, the crux of your question—there are no humans in the Misty Zone—" the intelligence merchant replied, "at least there won't be purebred humans." ”

"Demonization. The boy said sharply.

"Half-demonized, fully demonized humans to be exact—well, if they're still human, it's almost impossible to act under the radiation of the fire. "But that's good news for you, unlike Paul's idiot, he at least has a relatively clear idea of the Glory." ”

"I hope so. Amy nodded.

"It's getting late, so I won't bother much. The topic is over, and the intelligence merchant does not intend to stay long, and stops slightly abruptly before leaving, "One last piece of advice for you, free of charge - there will probably be a relatively large-scale purge in the next two days, and it is best for you not to go out casually at night." ”

The Glory of the Lower District did not reply, but only watched him leave, watching the uninvited guest go away.

"It's an untrustworthy guy, but this time I brought some valuable information. ”

It wasn't until the other party's figure completely disappeared from view that Amy soothed the slightly stiff muscles on her face - this intelligence merchant who called himself Willie was not a simple character, everything about him was shrouded in layers of fog, and until now he hadn't figured out whether the name Willy was a pseudonym or his real name, and even whether the man was a real intelligence merchant or not had no bottom in his heart - the only thing he could be sure of now was that this guy who called himself an intelligence merchant was ...... to him Ask for something.

It's just that it's not certain what exactly the thing is sought, but it's certainly not a fire emblem amulet - an order amulet that can resist the erosion of chaos to a certain extent may be enough to be called a treasure in the eyes of many people, but it is an ordinary commodity that will be bought and sold in the market, and it is not very difficult for a force that dares to sell the news of Emperor Michelangelo.

So, that man has other plans.

The boy squinted his eyes, and his index finger consciously or unconsciously rubbed the short sword in his sleeve - although the other party's motives were not pure, but the news given did not seem to be fake, the giant Paul was the right-hand man of Emperor Michelangelo, and his death was enough to make His Majesty in the lower districts angry, not to mention that there were many people behind him who were contributing to the troubles - now it seems that it is impossible for the lower districts not to mess up.

As an emperor who ruled the lower districts for 30 years, it is impossible for him not to see the turbulent dark tide under the calm surface, nor can he be a weak and bullying person who allows others to bully him to the head and does not fight back—under the turbulent situation, his counterattack must be extremely fierce and thunderous.

"It's a blessing of luck that Willy, the Mask, Michelangelo, and the mysterious third party have only been on the cusp of the storm for a short time — no, the very center of the storm. Lamenting his bad luck, Amy looked into the distance, looking out the window at the darkness of the sky, his heart was heavier than ever, but it was this heaviness that finally prompted him to decide, "Although it may not be the right time, it cannot be delayed—travelers returning from darkness need to pay a visit." ”

Determined, he pushed open the door that had just been closed, and disappeared into the fading night.