Odin sat in the tavern of Stormthunder and ordered a bottle of frost wine, which he didn't like to drink, just to make the miserly Chancellor of the Exchequer drop a piece of meat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He ordered another cup of black, sweet, slightly bitter drink, inexpensive, called Sinai, which was said to be made from a black fruit of Sinai, which had no taste of alcohol at all, but had the effect of alcohol - it made people slightly excited, although as a demon could not feel this effect.

Next, he sat down at the harpsichord, listened to the Tarantella dance, and remembered that before crossing the Black Sea, the demons would make bone flutes from the bones that killed their enemies—as humans should call them, and when the black moon rises, it blows like the tide of the sea. I don't know when the demons will find the gap and land on the Twin Moon Continent - this is a matter of time, and he has to prepare early.

Thinking about it, he ordered a lamb chop, a sweet soup made with Siller, and a caviar.

It was clearly not for him alone - he was waiting for the messenger to arrive, intending to spend the night drinking Sinai in the tavern.

At this moment, the door was opened, and the cold wind of the second half of the night blew into the tavern, and a plate on Odin's table was overturned. Odin gently grasped the creature hidden in the air, and the creature's form was revealed—a carrier pigeon for the exclusive mage, coming from the Imperial Seminary.

Odin undid the scroll of paper at its feet and looked at the words written on it, smiling trademarkly.

"To Mr. Diggs: The Sanctuary has sent a total of one hundred monks, one hundred Templars, and ten monks from White Forest City and Silver Eagle City to follow the Imperial army to fight against Paliva. ”

The inscription is two words: "Ross".

"What a faithful man - I hope he doesn't betray me. The Warlock remembered the extremely divided archmage, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

The white dove did not wait for him to take care of everything, but spread its wings and flew out of the window lattice and disappeared into the night sky.

Then he burned the rolls of paper to ashes and took a large sip of Sinai, the bitterness and mellow aroma that he liked. He took a bite of caviar and began to wait intently for the arrival of another messenger.

I don't know if it's still not the Carrie who looks like an egret?

The door to the tavern was opened again, and at this moment rushed in a panting man, a little chubby, but very athletic, and the dim light could not hide her very plump figure.

She wore a very inconspicuous black cloth coat, a pair of soft leather boots, a scabbard hidden between the cloth straps around her waist, and her hair was tied up high, neat and unburdened.

Odin stared at her, her face cold, fine beads of sweat on her nose, and the refracted light made the freckles even more agile and cute.

"Carrie, why don't you pretend to be *** or a singer this time?" the warlock was in a happy mood, eager to play a trick on the female assassin in front of him.

"Shut up, believe it or not, I'm cutting your tongue out. The spike named Carrie whispered with a frown.

"I'm out of my tongue, you're going to lose your life, and Lord Hall needs me so badly right now. Odin laughed as he pushed the poured frost wine and lamb chops in front of the female assassin.

Carrie shrugged her nose, but pretended to be indifferent.

This is a young man, who had lived a hard life in the past, had just come out of Deep Valley City, had never seen bloodshed, had never killed anyone, but was anxious to show loyalty to his lord. Odin saw through her.

"You're not as important as you say you are. The girl pursed her lips, trying to look cold. However, her white shallot-like fingers and her plump figure under the fabric betrayed her.

"Well, I don't matter, so I'll invite you to sit down, and I'll tell you more about what you've heard, after you've finished this dinner. Odin politely placed Siller on Carrie's elbow.

The girl's sparrowy eyes blinked, and then her brow furrowed again, as if she were fierce. She pulled the dagger from her waist and pressed it against the warlock's chin.

"Listen, if a word leaks out of today's words, you won't live. ”

"If you don't do what the adult says, you won't live. ”

The girl swallowed hard, remembering the threatening words that the leader had said on the first two missions, and now she was suffering from hunger on the one hand, and extremely nervous on the other, so of course she did not realize that the words were not logical and could not scare anyone.

"Okay, listen up. Odin pulled out a chair for Carrie.

"The lord went to the Imperial Sanctuary, and the priests killed all the attendants he had brought with him, and burned down the treasured rituals of the Valley City, leaving not even the dregs left. With that, Carrie's face turned pale.

"So, did the Lord convey my words to the Imperial Priesthood?" the Warlock asked gently.

"Of course, that lord risked his life to enter it, for the sake of Deep Valley City, for the sake of the Empire. Carrie was unhappy with Odin's suspicions.

"And what did he say?" the warlock asked.

"The lord confessed the royal family's guilt, asked the Sanctuary to crown the new rightful heir to the throne, and made a huge concession. He said, "You asked him to do his best, and he did everything he could." However, Sanctuary's response was disappointing. He said that you had made him suffer a great loss and put him in a dangerous situation. ”

Carrie reproached harshly, of course, "harsh" was what she thought she was.

Odin was amused: "What is the danger of being in a situation?"

"The Evil Queen Mother will know all this! Treat Fukaya as an enemy!" Apparently this was not Evan Hall's exact words, but the little girl's own understanding. She was nervous and only remembered these bits and pieces, and then added fuel to them with her own imagination.

Odin couldn't help but laugh: "So, what exactly does the Sanctuary say?"

The little girl tilted her head, forcing herself to resist the aroma of the food, and remembered what Evan had said to him—a very, very awkward remark, and she was a little forgetful.

After half an hour, Carrie said with a cold face: "My lord asked me to spread the word that the Holy Land does not participate in secular affairs, unless the ruler betrays the true god. ”

Obviously, a few unpopular words in this sentence took her a lot of brain power to memorize.

Odin smiled even brighter: "Isn't this the end? ”

"Promise?" the little girl clearly didn't understand.

"Yes, instead of killing Lord Hall who had bribed the Templars, the priests said a nonsensical remark, which can illustrate two points. The warlock took a sip of Sinai and motioned for Carrie to take a sip of the frost wine, but the little girl stubbornly refused.

"First, the priests are indeed dissatisfied with the royal family, otherwise Lord Hall would not even be able to enter the Sacred Fountain Altar, not even with Professor Corelli. ”

"Second, the priesthood gave the condition for the removal of the royal family - the monarch betrayed the faith. ”

Odin looked at the little girl who didn't know how to pretend to understand, and said gently: "You don't have to understand what I mean, just remember this sentence and tell Lord Hall when you finish it." ”

Carrie let out a gasp of displeasure through her nose.

"As long as the monarch is allowed to disobey the Sanctuary, victory is achieved. Odin put away his kind face, and his voice became low.

The female assassin thought for a moment, but no result came of it, but she felt that she had taken the words to heart. She put down her dagger and sat down in her seat, holding her cheeks, trying to recount what had happened in the tavern so that she could report it to Lord Hall.

"Eat, you can't eat anything that good on weekdays. The warlock's voice softened again.

Carrie finally couldn't resist the temptation of food and took a big sip of sweet soup, the sweet and rich aroma spreading from her throat. Next, she cut off a large lamb chop and sent it into her mouth without grace.