"My lord, the Lock Ball doesn't respond. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"As the night wore on, the hall of the inn, which had been requisitioned by the Church of the God of Nobility, was brightly lit, and a knight in black chain mail came down the stairs and reported to the woman who was sitting on a chair near the door, reading leisurely with a book in hand.

The woman put down the book, and there was a hint of surprise and confusion on her beautiful face: "Strange...... Supposedly, Crick should have run away by now. Could it be that he doesn't even have a teleportation or return scroll on hand?"

"Maybe he wanted to get out of the city. A female mage sitting on the table next to her crossed her legs said casually, "The Keane family has been in business for generations, and there may be tunnels in this city that lead far outside the city. ”

She stretched her waist lazily and exchanged her crossed legs, and when she exchanged, the mage robe with a high fork was in full bloom, and the eyes of several knights nearby lit up obviously, but they turned their heads very tacitly, not daring to look more.

This woman's methods are powerful, don't provoke it!

The woman who was reading the book was Maggie Smith, the principal of the Church of the Noble God, who groaned for a moment, shook her head and said, "The Keane family was infiltrated like a sieve by me before, and I have never heard of any authenticity. Although that kid Creek has good means now and has excluded all my people from the decision-making level, it is impossible to suddenly have an extra tunnel, this is impossible!"

"Is he so stupid that he hasn't reacted yet?" asked the mage, "I don't think it's possible for a man who has already made a name for himself in just a few months to be so stupid. ”

Maggie nodded slightly, pondered for a while, and suddenly asked a bearded man with heavy armor beside her, "Paul, if it were you, what would you do?"

The big man was extremely tall. The appearance is quite powerful, and the most rare thing is that he has a righteous face and the feeling of being a decent hero. Hearing Maggie's inquiry, he groaned for a moment and said, "As a vassal of His Majesty the Grand Duke, I cannot evade my due responsibility. So I'll make arrangements for the future, and then I'm going to take my men on the expedition. Of course, it is necessary to delay as much time as possible, after all, a little more delay will give you an extra day. ”

Maggie and the female mage glanced at each other, and they both suddenly realized.

For them, who put themselves in front of everything, "self-sacrifice" is an absolutely impossible option, so the two of them didn't think about that direction at all. But that Baron Keane was a moral exemplar among the nobles, and a conscription warrant was enough to force him to die, to escape, or something. It wasn't in his mind at all.

These are two completely different outlooks on life and values, which is why there is a situation of "can't see through".

"You're doing a great job. Maggie smiled slightly, nodded slightly to the bearded man, praised it, and was satisfied to see the big man showing a happy expression, but he was quite dissatisfied in his heart.

In order to deal with this Creek, she used a lot of means and made a lot of arrangements. A lot of manpower was gathered, but in the end, it turned out that everything was useless. The opponent himself died. This made her feel like she was raising her fist and hitting the cotton, which was very uncomfortable.

It's like she spent a lot of decorations, and she especially impressed a decent adventurer, disguised as Paul, the adventurer who saved the brothers and sisters when they were in danger when they were young, and used this fake to deceive her brother, who had always admired Paul. It was intended to be a chance to trick the genius but stupid and stubborn brother into a trap if the bastard refused to convert. Then stab him to death with a knife and offer it to His Majesty the noble lady, but the fool ran directly to the Eagle Kingdom to die because of an oracle from the god of knights......

(Damn, damned, so damned!, that bastard, if you want to die, you can only die by my hands!)

She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths in quick succession. Suppressing the irritability in his heart, he regained his composure and ordered: "In this case, everyone should have a good rest these days." When the news of Crick's death comes, we'll kill his sister. Anyway, since we are here, we must grab the territory and property of the Keane family!"

All the subordinates happily obeyed, and the originally planned tough battle turned into bullying the little girl, which was naturally relaxed and happy. The most important thing is that there is no discount on the benefits, what a cool profit it is!

Maggie picked up the book "The Art of Performance" by the famous poet Huwarier von Stolovsky Franz and read it carefully.

She is not a genius, so she must seize the time to work hard to improve herself in order to always grasp the right direction in the turbulent waves of life.

It was around this time, in a room in Eagle Wing City, that Viscount Eric's clerk was seriously writing something.

He used a brush from the Void Mask Chamber, dipped in a pungent smell of green ink, and wrote on a red animal skin that smelled of blood.

And what he wrote was the situation of the scouts who came to apply during the day today. In particular, the matter of Ryan was emphasized, and all the information of the young Thieves' Guild elite was recorded in as much detail as possible - appearance, attire, habits of speech and manners, main abilities, assessment of personality, etc., etc.

He double-checked it to make sure there were no mistakes, then he picked it up and threw it into the brazier that was burning on the ground beside him.

Strange to say, the skin looked quite sturdy, but as soon as it met the flames, it immediately burned quickly, the flames were small, but the speed of burning was extremely fast, almost in the time of saying a word or two, the whole skin had been burned to white ashes, piled up in the brazier, without the slightest trace.

The clerk carefully examined the brazier, covered the rest of the ink, wrapped it carefully, and received it in an inconspicuous box. The chest is made of special wood that absorbs odors, and there are many of these inks and hides inside.

After doing this, he cleaned up everything on the table, took out two magic scrolls, cleaned his body, absorbed the smell of the house, and burned the magic scrolls that had lost their magic power and turned into blank parchment, and finally opened the doors and windows, and let the wind flow for a while, so that all traces were gone.

When everything was done, he put out the brazier and went back to his bedroom to sleep.

And in the tent of the orc army camp thousands of miles away, there was a heavily guarded tent, and a few orcs in the tent who knew that they were good at a glance were sitting there solemnly, paying attention to the animal skins pinned to the magic array in the air.

Those magic arrays are all made of precious materials, and each magic array corresponds to a contact point, and as long as there is news from the contact point, it can be received immediately.

At this moment, words floated on a skin, and soon the whole skin was covered with the same ones written by the clerk.

An orc took the hide off and replaced it with a blank one, then carefully examined the information.

"Ahh

An orc next to him leaned over to take a look, and also frowned: "Where did you come from such a ruthless character?" the stealth ability of a high-level thief, the shooting ability of a high-level ranger, and the keen observation ability...... Such a scout is simply a trump card!"

"If this news is to be reported quickly, someone must be arranged to get rid of this guy and remove this unstable factor as soon as possible!" the orc at the head said in a cold voice, "His Majesty the Emperor's great cause must not be hindered by any enemy!"

The orcs responded in silence, and one of the orcs immediately took the document and went out to report.

After a while, the document was delivered to a man who wore a hood and could not see his face even in his own barracks.

"Lord Altaïr, this is what Mistress Iloh asked me to give you. The herald reported, "Lord Iroh has asked you to arrange for a man as soon as possible to eliminate any hidden danger. ”

The hooded man did not speak, but simply nodded in understanding.

When the herald had gone, he unfolded the rolled hide, looked at it carefully, and a cold laugh came from under the hood.

"A little guy who has the abilities of both a thief and a ranger, and has a high-level level on both sides...... No wonder they're so worried! If this person shows up in the scout battle, I don't know how much trouble it will cause us!"

"Okay, I'm idle, I'm idle, I'll go out in person to make sure this hidden danger is eliminated!"

So saying, he walked to the door of the tent, handed the hide to the guard, and with a few words, the whole man disappeared into the shadows without warning.

Only a few minutes later, his figure reappeared in the camp of the air force, and asked the quartermaster for a monster mount that was not strong in combat, but it was better than flying all day and very fast.

"Lord Altaïr, I wish you all the best on your trip!"

Amid the cheers of the soldiers, the most powerful stealth and assassin in the orc army, the dangerous man who inherited the name of "assassin", waved his hand to the ground, rode the flying monster that had been recuperating, slowly rose into the sky, flew south, and soon disappeared into the night.

Leon, who was sleeping in the guest room of the Viscount Tariq Mansion, suddenly felt startled and opened his eyes.

The light on his hand flashed, the "Holy Avenger" had been pulled out, the moonlight reflected through the window, the silver-white sword body was covered with strange ripples, he closed his eyes, focused his spirit on the sword, and the mysterious power linked his mind to this divine sword, making him feel as if the whole person had turned into a wisp of breeze and rose into the sky.

In the northern sky, a dark red aura was slowly approaching.

The strange ripples gradually subsided, and Leon opened his eyes with a sneer.

"It seems that someone from the orc's side is specifically facing me......" he snorted coldly and said unhappily, "The Eagle Kingdom has simply been infiltrated into a sieve, I just arrived today, and the orcs actually know!"

"Forget it, it's not my 'dead man' to track down traitors or anything. I'd better get ready to 'welcome' that 'friend' from afar!"

He looked at the cold-lit Excalibur, and the corners of his mouth curled up dangerously.

"You have to give him a lesson that you will never forget......" (To be continued. )