When he returned from the hotel, Kevin was relatively calm, still holding his book and leaning against the window and watching. Now that he has read all the reference books sent to him in China, he has a relatively rich theoretical knowledge. All kinds of magical knowledge theories, a large number of magic arrays, considerable scientific knowledge, illusion knowledge, I understand a lot, but there is still a long way to go before theory can be transformed into practice.

The crows on the side were very bored, flying around the house, and in the current situation, of course, he should not go out.

"Alas, I had a feeling of being in a cage. The crow sighed.

"I remember when you were first caught, I locked you up for a while, and it was a real birdcage," Kevin replied as he read the book, "and now there's at least this big room for you to fly." ”

"That's different," the crow just shook his head, "I could go out if I wanted to, but now I want to go out, and I can't." ”

Kevin just smiled.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" said the crow, "if I can't get out again, the little tiger will really starve to death." ”

"How many more days will it last?" Kevin frowned.

"I've left a little food in the cave over there, and if I count the time, I'll be almost done today," replied the crow, "and after the day is over, he'll be starving." ”

"There's no other way at the moment," Kevin sighed, "I hope he doesn't move too slowly." ”

"What do you think the new Scout Leader is called Boris?" asked the crow, "will he take the bait?"

"He's been killing people for this, and he's going to come and talk to me," Kevin replied, "but he's only been here for a long time, and he might need to deal with it." ”

"Could it be a bigger trap here?" said the crow, also wary.

"No," Kevin replied, "the feeling of the synchronisation illusion yesterday was real, and he did drink a lot. However, it is difficult to say whether the intelligence data I have obtained is true or false, and if the Empire intends to do so, it is entirely possible to mix some fake information with a pile of real information to disrupt us. All they need to do is mark it, and they can tell it themselves. ”

As he spoke, an owl hovered in the air for a moment, then scurried into the trees, circled a few times, and crept up from under the windowsill.

"Coming?" Kevin turned his head and closed the book.

The owl dropped a note and flew away. Kevin leaned out of the windowsill, reached out to pick it up, and opened it to see: "See you at the old place at 10 o'clock tonight." ”

The note was unsigned, and the handwriting was deliberately crooked, but it was clear who had sent it. And the so-called old place should still be the tavern on the top floor of the hotel.

"Is it a negotiation?" asked the crow.

"Negotiation is inevitable," Kevin replied, "but ...... This negotiation is a bit dangerous. ”

"You're saying he's going to kill someone in a negotiation?" the raven wondered.

"I can't rule it out," Kevin replied, "he's already killed one, and it doesn't matter if he kills the second." After all, the dead are the safest. I could use someone else who also knew the secret and threatened him to publish it if I died. But if the other party is impulsive, then it is a little troublesome. ”

"Then bring them with a spoon," the crow suggested, "and the note doesn't say that you must go to the feast alone, do you?"

"Little spoons are not invincible," Kevin shook his head, "the tavern is their territory, and if there is a trap, it will not be easy to escape." ”

As he spoke, Kevin turned his head and saw a potted plant on the windowsill. Suddenly smiled: "It seems that it is okay to let the dark elves do you a favor." ”

Late at night, Polis had already set up and broke everyone away, claiming to investigate the crime scene alone. And since he is the head of the reconnaissance team, he can easily mobilize his subordinates to make a gap in their owl patrol area, and also prevent Kevin from coming in the middle of the night to see it himself.

As for Bradley, he has been going out from time to time lately, according to him, in the hope that he can dig up the quilt by himself. Bradley is not face blind, he knows the quilt brave, and the Holy Order powerhouse is faster to search a place, but even this is not something that can be done in a short time. It is also a loss that no one will come to get in the way of Boris.

I looked at my pocket watch, it was past 9:50, and the tavern was empty except for Boris himself. The whole building was dark, and there was no light, and he himself sat in the dark, with only a little light from the doorway and window. He no longer planned to expose himself to the light, and he didn't dare to drink any more today, so he put two glasses of water on the table.

He has long been prepared for both hands, and the negotiation can be discussed, but if the negotiation cannot be reached, then he can only kill the other party. It was to be expected that Kevin would inevitably threaten him with something, and he had already thought about making some concessions, but the concessions were not unlimited.

It's just 10 o'clock, and now the time is getting closer and closer, and according to his owl report, Kevin has no intention of going out yet. This annoyed him a lot, and the most annoying thing was being late, even releasing pigeons. But after thinking about it, he just threw a note, and Kevin didn't agree to come, and if he really didn't come, he couldn't say anything.

Boredom, Boris stared at his watch, watching the second hand go by second until it reached 10 o'clock. Kevin still didn't go out, and couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Alas!"

Suddenly, the potted plant on the windowsill suddenly grew, and after a moment it turned into a pimple in the shape of a human head, and even spoke: "Hey, am I late?"

Boris was taken aback, an accident suddenly happened in the dark night, and there were still dead people here, so it was inevitable that he was nervous. But he quickly calmed down: "Elven spells......? Who are you?"

On the other hand, the Dark Elf ambassador lived directly in the embassy of Lou Paule, and at noon he asked someone to put the potted plant on the tavern window, and at this time he simply achieved indirect dialogue through him.

"Who am he asking?" the Dark Elf Ambassador asked Kevin back, "How do you respond?"

"Just say it's me," Kevin replied, "and say I'm half elven blood, and I put a spell to talk to him." After all, we should have met alone, and if a third party intervened, he would be wary. ”

The Dark Elf replied truthfully, but Polis was a little skeptical, but there was no sufficient evidence to refute it.

"What do you want me to talk about?" said Bonsai.

Polis was silent for a moment: "Don't you dare to come here in person?

"Sincerity?" retorted, "I didn't agree to come over to negotiate, did I?

"Okay, let's not talk about that," Polis hurriedly changed the subject, "and we'll continue to talk about yesterday." ”

"How much do you know?" said Boris.

Bonsai thought for a moment and replied, "I know everything." ”

"You ......," Polis was a little incredulous, "I remember you didn't watch it for long yesterday?"

Bonsai was silent for a moment: "The key things can be understood at a glance." For example, the weakness of your golden owl, or the Achilles' heel!

"I don't have this on my profile. Polis was a little surprised.

"I don't just copy the data, I can also analyze," replied the bonsai, "according to the experimental data, your golden owl sleeps about 15 hours on average, except for 10 hours during the day, and the other 5 hours in the middle of the night activities, random rest." Just slept like this, and I really didn't believe that it had the ability to fight for a long time. I'm afraid it's the sequelae of the magic crystal in the brain, right?"

Polis fell silent.

"Well, everyone is an intelligence worker," said Bonsai again, "You should also be familiar with how to pull people onto a thief ship." Now that you're on a thief ship, what are you going to do?"

"What do you want to do?" asked Boris.

"It's very simple, provide information, all kinds of information," Bonsai replied, "from imperial strategy to cutting-edge technology, to the personal privacy of your soldiers, I want it all." ”

"If I don't give it, are you going to release what you know now?" Polis gritted his teeth.

"Yes," replied the bonsai, "not only did you announce it, but you told me about it." I'm not wrong, don't say that I stole your secrets, that's what you gave me for free, and you showed it to me yourself. ”

Polis had a knife in his pocket, but knew it was useless.

"You seem to want to kill someone," Bonsai replied, "and it seems that I was right not to come." ”

"You...... Can you give me time to think about it. "Polis was ready to stall for a moment.

"Actually, I can give you information too," Bonsai replied, "and everyone exchanges information with each other, and it's beneficial for both sides." Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the quilt brave? You can take this information as a merit, and I will also get my merit, and it is a win-win situation for everyone. Isn't it?"

"Will you tell me the whereabouts of the Quilt Brave?" said Boris, surprised.

"Then it depends on what secrets you get in exchange. Bonsai replied.

"What do you want?"

"The complete manufacturing process for the full stop and comma chariots. "The potted plant opens.

Boris frowned: "Don't you have all the things in the chariot?"

"The structural principle is roughly clear, but the manufacturing process and material problems have not been solved," Bonsai replied, "and the chariots sold to kobolds here are all castrated versions, and I need the original." ”

Polis fell silent.

"The chariot issue should not be under your jurisdiction, it was already in a state of leakage long before you came here, and even if something happens, you can easily shift the blame to Van Mill when the time comes. Isn't it?"

"Well," Polis sighed, "may I think again?"

"The longer I think about it, the heavier I will be, so you can think about it slowly. Bonsai snorted coldly.

"Well," Polis had a headache, "or, could you change it...... Other information. Didn't you just say that it's okay for soldiers to have privacy? Why don't I give you some of our soldiers' privacy?"

"Okay," said Bonsai, who was surprisingly nice, "then let's start with these, but don't fool me." I'll find a way to find out. ”

"Okay, it must be real information. Polis finally agreed.

"Okay, this potted plant is running out of water, thank you for pouring water. The bonsai spoke, and this time he deliberately grew his mouth.

Polis didn't think much of it, picked up a cup and poured it into his mouth. Suddenly, the potted plant puffed out its cheeks and sprayed vigorously: "Poof!"

Polis was sprayed in the face: "......"

"Don't you know how to water from the roots?" the bonsai left the last sentence, and the human head gradually restored, turning back into a real bonsai.

Polis froze for a moment, then wiped his face.