In a two-story attic in the corner of Kugir Town, a man with gray eyes was hunched down in front of his desk and writing something seriously, and his white and delicate eagle feather pen was gently held by his slender fingers, making a series of elegant dance steps.

Quiet air flowed through the simply decorated room, save for the rustle of the tip of the pen on the parchment, and the occasional soft sound of the wick of the candle. The man's expression was calm and calm, as if the assassination plan that had just failed had not affected him in the slightest.

It didn't take long for the wooden door of the room to be pushed open after two gentle knocks. The adjutant walked in, and when he saw that the man was writing a letter, he stood aside respectfully and waited in silence. He knew very well what the adult liked and disliked, and it would be the most unwise choice to disturb him at this time.

With a noticeable pause, the man reinserted the eagle feather pen into the inkwell, examined it twice, cut out the raised burr from the letterhead, and finally signed his name in the lower right corner, Eshkant.

"Send this letter out as quickly as possible. Eshkant neatly folded the letter and sealed it with fire paint, "I hope the master will be pleased to learn of our discovery." ”

"Yes, sir. The adjutant took the letter and said.

Eshkant leaned back in his chair relaxedly, for whom staying up late was not something that often happened. "Tell me what news you've got. ”

"According to the information from the spies," said the adjutant, "in addition to Tandra, whom you already know, and Sean Keppel, Tandra's chief of guard, Betma has also arrived, accompanied by two other young men, presumably also members of the guard. ”

Eshkent closed his eyes and pressed his right finger lightly against his temple. "And then?"

"They are temporarily settled in a blacksmith shop in Kugil," the adjutant continued, "and the identity of the shopkeeper is unknown for the time being, but it is conservatively estimated that there should be no more than ten people in his party. ”

"That's a lot of force, isn't it?" said Eshkant, chuckling, "well, it's a nuisance. ”

"In addition, the brothers who went to the assassination were able to confirm that Tandra, the Janissary Guard, and His Highness Essoran were all traumatized to varying degrees," the adjutant said, glancing at Eshkant, "of these, His Highness Essoran is relatively seriously injured. ”

Eshkant's eyes suddenly opened, and he turned to look at his lieutenant. "That's good news...... his tone was a little incomprehensible.

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, and after a slight hesitation, he still said, "My lord, although the injury is relatively serious...... But, but it shouldn't be fatal......" he lowered his head deeply after speaking.

"Hahaha......" Eshkant laughed, laughing heartily, then shook his head, "Ozur, my adjutant, you are wrong. Do I expect such a small wound to put our Highness to death?......"

Ozul looked up, puzzled. "What do you mean by ?......"

"Time, they're going to lose more time because of that," Eshkant muttered to himself, as if thinking about something, "and we'll find more opportunities in Kugil." ”

"My lord, won't they leave Kugir at once, or even leave at dawn?" asked Ozur.

Eshkant came back to his senses. "No, because with Tandra, the safety of His Highness will be the most important thing, and for him, Essaouiran is a treasure of life. Gently rubbing the armrest of his chair, he continued, "They'll be sure to rest in Kugir for a while, they will." ”

"Understood, sir. Ozur bowed and whispered, "I will go down at once and prepare to kill them in the smithy, and there will be no more mistakes." ”

"No need. Eshkant waved his hand, stopping the adjutant's plan, "Sometimes, it doesn't have to be ......by force to get there," he said, squinting his eyes, a grim glint in his gray pupils.

......

In the early morning, the fire at the Goat Hotel, which had been burning for the whole night, was finally extinguished. Looking at the charred corpses carried out by the guards, many onlookers who had gotten up early to watch threw up in the street. With the awkward sight and the sound of retching, you might even suspect that they might have vomited it all along with yesterday's dinner.

Anyone with the slightest eyesight could tell from the sheriff Gadore's black face that it seemed to be about to drip that the lord was in a very bad mood right now. All the guards subconsciously avoided him, and completed their tasks as carefully as possible, knowing that the adult's nickname "Mad Dog" was not for nothing. If he wants to, he will come up with countless ways to get the people who anger him to the point where life is worse than death.

But I have to say that as a nobleman, Lord Gadore is still very good in public, or he cherishes his feathers very much. He wanted to vent the anger in his chest, but not now, not here, he needed another place.

"More than a dozen unidentified corpses! Five houses were destroyed! A hotel was completely burned down! I should have drunk morning tea and watched today's briefing! I should have picked up the dried corpses that burned like bacon from the damned sewage!" "The roar of rage from the sheriff's office even pierced through the thick wooden door, and all the subordinates who had been left behind bowed their heads, and no one dared to say a word at this time.

Gadore walked back and forth in a rage, and his already yellowed face was burned with rage to the last bit of blood. In fact, he did have a reason to be angry, and in the years he was in charge of the town of Kugil, nothing so bad had ever happened. If it were to change to another town, it would be a big deal to burn a few houses and kill a few people.

But the town of Kugil, which contributes countless taxes to the kingdom every year and generates a large amount of gold for itself, must be calm and safe. If the slightest signal of danger comes out, the cunning merchants will immediately change course and avoid it. After all, it's better to go around than to lose your life.

What's more, this kind of thing happened in the days when the regent had just taken office, and did he have to admit that he was not capable enough to control the most important trading hub within the province?

"Can anyone tell me who did this good thing!!!" Gadore stopped suddenly, staring at his subordinates standing in a row in front of him, "You'd better give me an answer! Otherwise, go and clean the stables!

The room was quieter, and everyone buried their heads in their chests for fear of meeting the sheriff's gaze for even a second, but at that moment, in the corner behind them, a timid voice whispered. "Big, my lord, I should have it, some clues ......"

"Who is it?!" Gaddore turned and looked in the direction from which the voice had come, and the crowd split like a tide in an instant, revealing a scruffy figure.

"I, I'm ......" the man's voice trembled with fear, and his body involuntarily stepped back.

"His name is Oliver, and he was the goalkeeper on duty last night. Gadore's lieutenant replied.

The sheriff seemed to be in a state of rage, and he raised his head and pressed his hand to his forehead. "Gatekeeper, Finn, are you crazy? You left a gatekeeper here, what do you expect him to tell us?Did you get any oil and water from the merchant who called the door?" his voice was full of powerlessness, "For the sake of the Lord God, what kind of men have I found......"

"I, I think they might have seen something noticeable at the gate, and I can't tell......" Adjutant Finn said awkwardly.

Gadore propped his arms on the desk next to him, and shrugged two high peaks over his shoulders with his back to the crowd. "Then say, Oliver, see what you can tell me......"

Oliver swallowed, trying to make his words as sharp as he could. "My lord, last night two practitioners who said to be from the province of Tampang entered the town, and when they asked me about the hotel where I stayed, I also recommended the Goat Hotel to them...... "As a result, there was a fire and an attack at the hotel in the middle of the night, and I, I don't think it would be ......like this."

"What did you say?!" Before Oliver could finish speaking, Gadore immediately turned and rushed towards him, grabbing Oliver's coat, "Say it again!"

"I, I'm ......" Oliver was completely panicked, as if his whole tongue was curled together, the sheriff's face was unusually clear in his eyes, and he could even see the excitement radiating from the other person's eyes, as well as the slightly trembling nose.

"You said two cultivators entered the town?!" Gadore shouted, "Tell me, what do they look like!"

"No, I didn't see their faces, I just knew that they were very young, and, most likely, noble, noble, noble,......," Oliver said, shuddering.

Gadore slowly loosened the placket of the goalkeeper's shirt, and Oliver's limp legs could not even support his body, and he fell heavily to the floor. "Your Excellency...... I'm definitely not lying...... Don't punish me...... I don't know if it's a clue......" he wailed as he looked at the sheriff's uncertain expression.

"Punishment, you say, punishment, hahaha......" Gadore came back to his senses and laughed wildly, "not only will I not punish you, but I will also praise you greatly!" said him, throwing the money bag tied around his waist directly on Oliver, "It's all yours! You deserve it! Praise the Lord God! My men don't seem to be blind!"

Oliver was stunned by what had suddenly happened, but the heavy bag of gold coins in his arms immediately filled his eyes with greed and ecstasy.

Gadore crouched down and asked kindly, "If you saw them again, would you recognize them?"

"Yes! I swear to the Lord God! I will!" Oliver clenched his purse and nodded.

Gadore smiled in satisfaction, then stood up and looked around at his men beside him, a cold voice ringing through the room. "From now on, all the guards are stationed at the gates of the town in shifts! Keep an eye on all the guys who leave the town! Check me! Check them one by one! Check them carefully! Check all the wagons, all the teams!" his voice roared, his emaciated face flushed, and several bruises rose on his exposed neck like a mad beast. "If you find a young man, let Oliver identify him! If you let the suspect go! Believe me, I'll make him regret coming into this world!

"Yes, sir!" replied in unison, no one caring why the suspects had become two young men.

"Get out!" ordered Gadore, "don't let me down!"

Soon, with the sound of noisy footsteps, only Gadore was left in the government hall. He went to his desk, took out a piece of parchment from the bottom drawer, put it on the table, and then put his hands on his body and stared down at the parchment for a long time. Gradually, his fingers slowly arched, as if he was about to grasp something, and his body trembled slightly, as if all the blood was boiling, and a hideous smile appeared on his angular face.

This parchment is a secret order issued directly in the name of the Imperial Council, and it depicts the portraits of two young men. Gadore never thought that such good fortune would fall on him, and as for why the Imperial Council wanted these two people, he didn't care at all. Because for him, the most important thing is that he sees in this secret order the opportunity to be prosperous and rich, and even soar to the sky.