Glerling features a nod:

"Why do you think she could be an Intis spy?"

"You can't just have a dull Dilis accent."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

He said.

"In addition to this detail, when she was drunk recently, she inadvertently asked those drinkers a few times if there were any troops passing through Ertan Town recently."

He was embarrassed to say:

"If it weren't for the fact that she's so beautiful that people can't help but look there, I wouldn't have noticed it."

In order to spy on intelligence, Intis actually dispatched a sequence six?

Gleilynt thought it was a little incredible.

After all, Ertan Town was just a slightly larger residential distribution center, and it was not yet the size of a small city, so it was indeed a bit overkill for Intis to send such a person overkill. And if you want to spy on the military, maybe it would be better for her to hook up with some powerful officials and rich people?

But since she had been here half a year ago, Glerint wasn't worried that it was a trap for herself.

That's all for the information Vernon gave.

After pondering for a moment, Glerint decided to meet the woman for a while.

With five extraordinary items in hand, Gleilynt thought to himself that even if he couldn't beat her, it would not be difficult to escape.

As soon as he turned around Vernon's detached house, Glelint saw a small aqua blue church on the back, which made him curious:

"Are you a believer in the Lord of the Storm?"

Vernon nodded:

"Yes, Your Excellency."

He said.

"I'm not particularly religious, though."

"It's just that when I was buying a house, His Excellency Morgan gave me some advice."

"He said that if I was going to be his informant for a long time, it might be safer to live next to the church of Storm Church."

Morgan is also a believer in the Lord of the Storm.

Although he did not tell Vernon that a long-time MI9 informant might encounter extraordinary powers, he gave Vernon some safer advice. Generally speaking, there are not many extraordinary people who dare to cause trouble directly next to the church.

This is not only a fear of the extraordinary power in the church, but also a reluctance to challenge the majesty of the seven orthodox churches.

Hearing this, Gleilint bowed his head slightly, and did not say anything more.

Long before meeting Vernon, Glerlint changed to a very ordinary Hagati steppe face, and his height was reduced to less than 1.7 meters. In addition, his clothes are also local clothes with no bright spots.

So before entering the bar, Glelynt was under no pressure and didn't make any other disguises.

Although Hessel was still unusually beautiful, Glerint could tell from the inconspicuous wrinkles at the corners of her eyes that her actual age was certainly not as young as she looked. At the same time, following the familiar drinker Vernon, Hessel also glanced at the unfamiliar Glerint, but her gaze did not stop at his face, but simply swept away.

I didn't pay attention to it!

Gleilint drank the wine Vernon had ordered, seemingly casually, while looking around nonchalantly.

He didn't hide his aim, and looked at Hessel so often that she spotted and looked at him twice. But he didn't rush to avoid it, because this is what a normal man would do! If Glerint deliberately avoided her, it would have been easier for the other party to tell that he had a problem.

During this time, Glerint put on and took off "2-29" without a trace.

…………

Vernon's judgment was fine, and although it was no coincidence that Glerint had come across Hessel spying on the military today, he was extremely sensitive to language and had "2-29", so he could still hear her consciously guiding the direction of the conversation when she was talking to the drinker.

Whether it's an Indisian spy or not, Hessel is always right to have ulterior motives.

So, how do you make sure she's the "Witch of Pleasure"?

If Glerint reports information indiscriminately, and when Morgan comes over, it turns out that the other party is actually just an ordinary person or a low-level extraordinary, he will inevitably be frustrated.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

After a moment's thought, Glerint explained to Vernon.

Of course, he didn't want to learn Klein to go directly to the Source Fort to open and hang the divination, and he couldn't learn it. Even in the person of the "Duke of Entropy", Gleilynt has no "true vision" and cannot see anything at all.

He just adjusted the weight and shape of the "weight of knowledge".

To make it easier to attack, Glerint turned it into a square stick that could be held in one hand, weighing 200 pounds - heavier, he would have only barely moved himself, and he couldn't even dance it to attack.

The best way to confirm is, of course, to fight with her directly!

But of course Glerint wouldn't do that, he was just ready to fight.

……

Back in the main lobby of the bar, Gleilynt made a covert gesture to Vernon, and then led him straight to Hessel.

"This woman."

He pointed at Hessel and scolded in a rough voice.

"It's my friend tonight."

He pointed at Vernon again, and then smashed a table next to Hessel with a backhand, shocking the drinkers around him.

There was a moment of silence.

Then, a man with deep eye sockets asked in surprise:

"Who are you?"

Gleilint kicked him directly to the side, how arrogant and arrogant his attitude was, and how much less beaten he was in tone:

"What kind of waste are you, and you're here to take care of your grandfather's business."

"Come with me!"

Glerint reached out and grabbed Hessel's wrist directly, and at the same time was unusually vigilant in his heart to prevent her from attacking violently.

He is playing the role of a "barbarian", and at the same time paralyzing Hessel in a stunned manner, making her mistake Glerint for just a rude native with some brute strength.

Glerint, who did not continue to wear "2-29", missed a hint of hesitation that flashed in Hessel's eyes.

Then, pretending to be powerless to resist, she snuggled into Glerint's arms.

In her opinion, this silly boy is just embarrassed to expose his desires. In fact, it should be this silly boy who really desires her body, not his so-called "friend".

Don't talk about her, even Vernon, who was traveling with Greinte, had an idea. It's just that he still has some doubts. In his opinion, if Gleilint really had any ideas, there was no need to be so barbaric?

Glerint's heart jumped.

This is a threatening figure suspected of being a "Witch of Pleasure", but I don't dare to let her be close!

After all, there is a good chance that she was born as an "assassin".

He pretended not to understand the amorous and twisted the other party's wrist, twisting out a patch of red.

"Be honest."

Hessel glanced at Glerint in surprise, and then at Vernon, who was half a step behind him, and became more and more confused. However, she has been in business for a long time, and she still doesn't want to be exposed so easily. After all, no matter what, these two people are just begging her for pleasure at most, what's the big deal?

At most, two people take turns to fight.

Anyway, she has indeed been a little tired of the fat man of the ghost hand party during this time, and now it is time to change her taste.

In this way, in full view of everyone, Gleilynt took Hessel with half a drag and half a request. And at the back, there is Vernon, who is on fire in his heart.

"Your Excellency doesn't seem to be interested in her?"

After all, I watched Glerint's conversation before that he was very rational and calm, and it was indeed very different from the barbaric style just now.

"I don't know if I'll have a chance to try her taste when Your Excellency's questioning is over!"

There was a flash of excitement in his eyes.