Wu Xian read the letter back and forth several times, it should have been an urgent report from the guild members in Budapest City, not from Frank. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Frank, why haven't they heard from them yet? Didn't they leave last fall? It stands to reason that this is time to write back to headquarters, right?" Bert was still pacing back and forth, looking very worried about Frank.

"President, don't be impatient. "Wu Xian is old after all, and he is still more calm than a young man like Bert. Bert sensed his gaffe as well, took a deep breath and sat down again.

"Actually, the bad news is not only this, a few days ago, the brothers in the Holy See came to report that the Holy See rebels have occupied most of the Holy See territory, and the Oslan Empire has now sent three brigades of soldiers to help in the war. But I'm afraid that a war between the two ends will be very detrimental to the empire. Wu Xian sighed, he was born in the Holy Patriarchate's See, and he still had some feelings for the Holy See. "For now, we can only hope that the return of the Knights Templar will yield some success, and that your father's troops have arrived in Budapest, and that we may hear some good news in the near future. ”

Bert was now panicking, and his two friends were on the alien front and the other was guarding the Holy See. And Erin and Jingwei haven't heard any news yet, which makes him how can he not panic. Overstretched, the only ones available now are Wu Xian and Vasily, but the two of them can't just deal with the affairs of the guild, let alone help in the continental war. One can only hope that the major empires will be able to fight for their breath.

"By the way, President, there is one more thing. Wu Xian reminded. "The new Assassins have been hired almost, a hundred people, and we have transferred ten high-ranking Assassins back from the Chapter. Will the president also go and study along these days?"

Bert thought about it, and he did have a lot of deficiencies in these areas. Moreover, before the training of this batch of assassins is completed, it basically can't help the mainland, and they can only take this opportunity to improve their abilities. Since he returned from the Otherworld, he no longer had time to practice magic, let alone martial arts, and was busy reorganizing the guild all day. Now that the guild has finally been reformed, it's time to take some time to train yourself.

Bert was the new guild leader, and several high-ranking Assassins from the Chapters didn't know him. He removed the mage mark from his body and practiced with them as a regular assassin. Every day, except for returning to the guild at night to deal with daily affairs, during the day he basically trained the Assassins in the mountains to the north. None of the Assassins who worked with him could have imagined that this young man his own age would be his leader. The Assassin coaches were only amazed at his skills, but they didn't think much of it.

This was deliberately arranged by Bert, who did not want his participation in training to have an impact on the whole training, nor did he want the coaches to release water on him. For this reason, Bert also restricted himself from using magic, just to cultivate his true combat ability.

A few more months had passed, and Bert had mastered almost all of the required Assassin courses, reaching the level of a high-level Assassin. When the coaches rushed to tell the elders that one of the recruits had reached the advanced level in only a few months, they realized that this person who had always been very kind to people was actually their president. Several high-ranking assassins immediately felt ashamed, they had thought that this new president would carry out reforms as soon as he took office, and he must be an arrogant and domineering second generation official, and they all said that the brotherhood would have this president, and there was hope for revival!

When the spring flowers bloomed in the northern part of the continent, two people stepped on the petals all over the ground and arrived at the headquarters of the Brotherhood. Although he hadn't seen him for a whole year, that familiar smile made Bert feel extremely warm when the cold had not yet dissipated. Erin holding Jingwei, who is eating sugar gourd, is like an older sister with a younger sister, and the moment she sees it, it makes Bert feel at home.

The two didn't say much when they met, after all, just seeing each other was enough happiness for them. But Jingwei is different, since he came back, he has been running around with Bert's ass all day long, if it weren't for the fact that he and Erin still seem young, others might have thought Jingwei was their child.

But there's more to Jingwei's destructive abilities, she always likes to go to boot camp, and she always walks through in the form of a crow. The novice assassins who were practicing stealth were so frightened that they ran away when they saw such a huge crow falling from the sky, and they didn't care about what to hide and appeared. However, Bert did not criticize Jingwei's action. After all, they may have to face Shenlong after going to the battlefield in the future, if they don't even dare to face Jingwei like this, they will only lose their lives in vain after going to the battlefield in the future.

Ever since the first Assassins had been trained, Bert had been spreading the web on a wide scale. Most of the Assassins in the previous guild were still practicing assassination-based skills. But now Bert has trained them according to their own abilities, and has specially trained a group of spies to detect intelligence. On this continent, if you don't have intelligence, you can't do anything. The first target of Bert's intelligence network was the city of Budapest. Although he is now in the safety of the Empire, he is still very worried about the war in the Empire, especially Frank and the others who are alone over there. Of course, Bert also sent quite a few people to the Holy See, but due to the continuous war, the infiltration of spies was very slow.

Bert sent some of the existing internal materials into Lisbon, and the empire was very happy to draw an equal amount of gold coins under the bank in Bert's name. In fact, this kind of trading in the empire is still very cost-effective, after all, if the training is not in place, sometimes the spy network cultivated by a thousand gold coins cannot even buy intelligence at this price. But if someone is willing to send a steady stream of information to them, and they only need to pay a small percentage of the gold coins, as long as the loyalty of the organization is high enough, then it is very cost-effective to disband the existing spy network. It was clear that the loyalty and competence of the brotherhood led by Bert was enough to satisfy Frederick III and the military bosses. It was only at this time that some people remembered why Frederick III would directly canonize a magician from another country as a low-level nobleman of the Empire, and even promoted his father to the head of the elite regiment of the Empire in one fell swoop, perhaps this is where Frederick III's courage lies. Being able to see at a glance a person's ability and whether his investment will get the return he wants.

After receiving the funds deposited into the account, Bert personally wrote a letter of thanks to His Majesty, and very generously mentioned to His Majesty the secret passages near the city walls, which was regarded as a reward for the king's kindness.