There is one more Mr. "Fool" in the Newsal Bazaar. This, of course, did not attract special attention from anyone.

Although the bazaar tends to be secretive within the organization, it is not like some strange salon club, where every new member needs to be approved by all the old members.

Dussand's addition has not affected or changed the organization in any way, and they are still a huge organization lurking in Newsal—lurking in the shadows, unknown in the slightest.

"Does this organization really work?" After leaving the bazaar, Dussand finally couldn't help but start asking Morse, "An organization lurking in the shadows, capable of fighting the Empire?" ”

"The only thing that can directly confront the empire in this universe is the alliance. And they are still losing ground on frontal battles. Morse walked beside Dussander and said in a brisk tone, "Bazaars can't be up against the Empire, but they do have a great effect. ”

"It sounds like an advertisement for the sale of some kind of inferior product." Dussaint remains highly skeptical, "What role can they play?" Let the empire suddenly find out in conscience, and then realize that the prisoners it is hunting are innocent? ”

Morse took out the cigarette case from his bosom, took some lip cigarettes and stuffed them under his lips, and then said vaguely, "Mr. Meatball did rely on this method to get rid of the wanted from the Privy Council, but this method is not very common. ”

He slurred a mouthful of saliva toward the side of the road and continued, "The more common way is to escape, of course—get out of the Empire's controlled area, and you'll be safe. ”

"About twenty years ago, right?" Morse rubbed his chin with his hand and began to tell a story, "Twenty years ago, the Marquis's secret guard and the Duke's zealous party continued to fight, and finally a fierce exchange of fire broke out. ”

Morse was only sixteen years old at the time, and he was only a small retinue at the Marquise's side. During that time, he remembered very clearly that Monsieur Marquis had always frowned.

Until that firefight night came.

Monsieur Marquis abruptly ceased all social activities in the evening, and then quickly left his estate in a steam carriage.

The convoy began with thirty steam wagons, and three of Monsieur Marquise's airships flew in the sky. Soon, however, the convoy began to dwindle, and the carriages kept leaving the convoy and disappearing into the dimming sky with enemies out of nowhere.

By the end of the night, there were only two carriages left in Monsieur Marquise's convoy - all three floats in the sky had crashed, and in the carriages, sixteen-year-old Morse and twenty-year-old Marquis Lafayette sat across from each other, silent.

Lafayette looked at his pocket watch, then at the faintly outlined city of Haute-Albin, and after a moment of silence, he said to Morse, "You go and take the carriage in the back, and go straight to Albingry." ”

Morse sat nervously straighter, "What's my mission?" ”

Twenty-eight wagons and their attendant guards had left the ranks, and none of them had returned. The situation that the Marquis is now facing can be seen how dangerous it is.

Morse did not resist carrying out a potentially fatal mission for Monsieur Marquise. His family relied almost exclusively on his work beside Monsieur Marquis, thus escaping the life of the paupers.

He is now literate, has the knowledge to understand the world, and can save his family from poverty and hunger. All this is thanks to Monsieur Marquise.

After two good years, and then sacrificing his life for Monsieur Marquise, Morse felt that the business was a good deal.

"When you get to the city, go to a random policeman and ask him to take you to the firefight." "Wait outside the firefight, and if the guards win, you will take the survivors to the market on Knights Street." ”

"If the Zeals win the final victory, then don't resist them - tell them what you know, and they won't hurt you." The Marquis himself trembled a little when he said this. If the winner of this firefight was the zealous party of the duke, there was no doubt that they were about to be liquidated. I'm afraid this will be very ...... Painful.

Morse thought for a moment and asked, "How am I going to find those winners?" ”

"Park the carriage outside the firefight, and if one of ours wins, he'll come to you."

Later, a trembling Morse waited outside Sunset Square for about two quarters of an hour. Eventually, the doors of the steam carriage opened, and a man covered in blood collapsed into the carriage.

He was covered with a face and a long chain of keys and wrenches hanging from him.

At the request of the Marquis, Morse sent the man to Knights Street. Then, he was stopped by a middle-aged man guarding the door.

"Codename? What codename? Sixteen-year-old Morse was so anxious that he stamped his foot, "I sent someone here, he was seriously injured!" ”

"You can't go in without a codename." The middle-aged man shook his head very calmly, "There is no code name, you just wait outside." ”

Repeated attempts have not been answered, and even sending bribes is useless. When Morse began to think about whether to shoot the middle-aged man directly, a weak and low voice suddenly came from the carriage.

"My code name is 'The Diplomat.'"

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"Diplomat?" Dussaint heard a very unfamiliar word that he could recognize, a word made up of the word "negotiation" or "communication" as the root, followed by the addition of neutral affixes and subordinate suffixes. But what that word meant, he really couldn't guess.

"It's a very old word, even older than the history of empires." Morse explained, "The word denotes a profession that has vanished—when the Empire was only a state on Olin, a diplomat was the one who represented His Majesty the Emperor and the official institutions of other nations. ”

It dawned on Dussander that it was no wonder that the word and profession had disappeared into history. During the hundreds of years that the Empire ruled the entire Orin, there was no intelligent race that could communicate in the entire known world of mankind, let alone an "official institution of other countries" that needed to be negotiated.

The Alliance is a group of rebellious descendants who are unworthy of communicating with the Empire.

"What happened to Mr. 'Diplomat'?" Dussander skipped the exploration and emotion of the history of the empire, and continued to ask about the "results of the service" of the bazaar: "The secret guard and the zealous party exchanged fire, and then the 'diplomat' as a survivor escaped? ”

"The bazaar instigated a massive attack in order to save him." Morse lowered his voice and said, "I only heard about this later—after the 'diplomat' entered the bazaar, the heraldic administration sealed off all the landing grounds in the entire Newsal, and mobilized two Imperial Navy fleets to seal off the space. ”

The Imperial Navy and the Heraldic Administration were so effective that they destroyed twelve safe houses and strongholds set up by the Secret Guards in the first two days of the operation, and the Zealists suffered almost the same losses.

The bazaars, on the other hand, have remained "safe", at least they have not been directly attacked. The Heraldic Administration, the Army and the Police, cordoned off the entire Knight's Street and strictly checked all people and carriages entering and leaving the Knights' Street.

With such a tight blockade, it is certainly an impossible task to send the "diplomat" out of Newsar. But things took a turn for the worse on the third day.

A large main fleet of the Alliance suddenly appeared outside of the Bomir Colony and devastated the garrison of the Bomir Colony.

The Bomir Colony had never been discovered or attacked by the Allies before, and the Alliance's large main fleet was comparable in size and combat capability to the Imperial Navy's Guards, and this attack quickly led to the cancellation of the mission of the Imperial Navy's Guards blocking the orbit of Newsar, and fully supported the defense of the Bomir Colony Planet.

Subsequently, the Coalition spies began to increase the frequency of their activities in Newsal. They appear almost semi-openly in the many cities of Newsal, and wreak havoc. Eventually, the Heraldic Authority and the Army canceled the mission to seal off Knights' Street - they needed all possible manpower to apprehend the spies.

"I don't know why the Bazaar can mobilize the Alliance's main fleet, or why the Bazaar can drive the Alliance spies lurking in Newsar to expose themselves with impunity." Morse whispered, "But in the end, the 'diplomat' was sent out of Newsar without any problems. ”

Dussaint fell silent, and after a long moment he sighed, "If I were Director Bourne, I would probably not be able to sleep at night when I knew that there was such an organization in the Empire." ”

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"Mr. Director." A red-clad postman walked through the door of Bourne's office, "We just received information that there is a new member in the bazaar of Upper Albin, codenamed 'Fool'. ”

"Foolish?" Byrne put down the dipping pen in his hand, thought seriously for a while, and said, "The direction of this code name is too clear, it may be a smoke bomb." ”

"The spies stationed at Knight Street reported that they had not noticed anyone entering the market recently, and the identity of this newcomer has yet to be verified." "Since there is no direct connection between the other party's code name and the events of recent years, we are more inclined to think that the owner of this code name is simply buying services, rather than participating in the 'business' of the market." ”

"Don't underestimate this group of people." Byrne shook his head and said, "The heraldic management office only had such an organization as the Bazaar after the split, and to underestimate them is to underestimate ourselves. This 'fool' is likely to be a smoke bomb, and investigate if there has been any movement among the noble ladies and ladies of Newsal lately. ”

"Yes." The red-clothed postman nodded in obedience, and then said, "The mailman has just received a mail signed by the Orin Heraldry Management Office. With a level 5 email security level, you may have to go to the sender and receive the mail in person. ”