"Alas~, I don't know when I'll be able to make up enough of the gods to summon divine creatures! Can't you make some special promotions?" Leo sat alone on the windowsill of the study, leaning obliquely against the window lattice, playing with the Arena of the Gods pendant in his hand, looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, sighing and complaining to the Arena of the Gods. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The swarthy Arena of the Gods did not react to Leo's complaints in the slightest, and even ignored him, which made Leo even more depressed.

"It's really a good weather to bask in the moon, I don't know if they have any new discoveries in Wiland, this kid seems to have stopped a lot recently, and he definitely doesn't know what bad he is holding back!"

Just as Leo thought, around Leo's castle, dozens of miles away, a black figure appeared.

The moon in the Alpha Continent world is larger and rounder than that on Earth, and the moonlight splashes on the ground without hesitation, reflecting the earth in a silvery color, which looks particularly dreamy. Leo's castle was also stained silver by the moonlight.

Because Mu Fang led the Wei soldiers to escort the Goblin Legion to Silverstone City, the guards in Leo Castle were insufficient, and only the guards on duty on the lookout tower kept patrolling around the castle at night, but this method could not prevent the infiltration of people with intentions at all.

The black figure avoided the guards' gaze all the way, sneaked up to the castle from the corner of their gaze, took out a cylinder from his bosom, pressed the bottom button on the top of the wall, and after a reed sound accompanied by a faint metal collision, the black figure climbed the city wall lightly with the help of the rope claw buckle that was launched.

Seemingly familiar with the castle, the black figure dodged all the way to Leo's former study. Just as he was about to reach the staircase leading to the study on the second floor, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and a tall and stout man stood in front of him.

The black figure was not afraid, and while holding his left hand behind his back, he quietly held the short blade pinned to his waist in his hand, and raised his eyes to look at the figure blocking his way. The man in front of him was wearing a white chef's suit, with a round waist and strong arms, indicating that he was nothing more than a chef in the castle.

But when the black figure saw the cook's face, he was so shocked that he almost screamed to himself, only to see that the cook's face was missing a large piece of flesh from the corner of his eyes to his chin, and it looked like it had been torn by some wild beast, but he didn't know how the cook survived. This dignity looked particularly hideous and terrifying under the interweaving of dark night and moonlight.

The chef looked terrified when he saw the black figure, and the corners of one side of his mouth were slightly raised, as if making a smile, but the other half of his face looked even more terrifying. Seeing that the chef didn't shout for warning, the black figure flipped the short blade in his left hand with a hint of happiness in his heart, intending to deal with the chef who suddenly appeared first.

Just as the black figure showed the short blade in his hand, the chef's eyes froze, and his thick arm suddenly raised, and with the sound of the howling wind, he rounded the air and gave the black figure a big mouth.

The greasy and fat palm firmly slammed on half of the black figure's face, and the black figure only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the bells and drums were ringing in his ears, and the birds were chirping in unison, and his whole body couldn't help but turn around with the strength of the palm, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The tall and burly fat chef watched the black figure fall to the ground, and because the injury on his face affected his mouth pronunciation, he could only say vaguely: "The wolf cavalry are all hitting the wall in the castle of Lord Leo, and you little mice dare to come to seek death!"

As he spoke, the fat cook grabbed the black figure that had fallen to the ground in his hands, and the thin figure was lifted very easily in the thick and fat palm and dragged outside the castle gate.

Nodding and saying hello to the two guards on duty at the gate of the castle, it seemed that the guards were accustomed to the fat chef's behavior, and there was nothing strange and he didn't ask, just watched the fat chef throw the guy who had sneaked into the castle outside the castle, and then cleaned him up and down, leaving only a pair of underwear for him to cover up. When the fat cook was done, he returned to the castle with the pile of clothes in his hand, and the man who had just woken up from the thud could only run away with his legs folded around his hands.

"Report!" A report sounded outside the door of the Silverstone branch office of the Ministry of Supervision, and a secret agent of the Ministry of Supervision pushed the door open and entered Willand's office.

"How's it going? Did you find anything?" Seeing the agent, Wieland rose from the chair behind his desk, propped himself up on the table with both hands, leaned forward hard, and asked urgently.

"Your Excellency, I'm very sorry that our mission has failed, and the spies we sent out for several days have been caught. The other party is now visibly alert, and has not harmed our captured agent, and it is clear that the other party has understood that we sent someone. The agent replied with his head bowed.

With a bang, Wieland slammed his desk with fists with both hands: "Waste, it's all waste! The owner is no longer there at all, and the soldiers who are defending have left, so you can't sneak in, you are really a disgrace to the Supervision Department!"

It's just that the mission failure can be like this, and if Wieland knows that the people he sent have been stripped naked and thrown out of the castle, I'm afraid he will really be mad.

Enraged, Willand yelled at the unfortunate agent, and after his anger had calmed down a little, he waved the hapless agent out. After pacing back and forth in front of his desk, Wieland sat back down at his desk, raised his pen and wrote a letter, and walked out with the letter.

After a loud closing sound of the heavy office door, after a few breaths, a servant in charge of cleaning entered Wieland's office, he threw the rag in his hand, went straight to the desk, gently removed the top layer of the stack of papers that Wieland had written the letter just now, sprinkled a pinch of dust on it and blew it lightly with his mouth, and the shallow pen marks completely exposed the content of the letter that Wieland had just written.

The servant took out a piece of bamboo from his bosom, carefully rolled the white paper into the bamboo tube, and put the bamboo tube back in his bosom and put it away, and then walked out of Wieland's office quite naturally and generously, and walked towards the outside of the supervision branch, greeting the officers of the supervision branch from time to time along the way, or greeting other servants.