It's just that Dorandot doesn't have an idea.

It found that this woman's body seemed to be "covered with a layer of fog", and there were no normalized clues in her vision, just like the black fog on Mogan's body, which belonged to the elf's knowledge blind spot.

"In other words, maybe she is deliberately hiding her powers?"

Mogan narrowed his eyes.

All the methods were declared null and void, and he still had no idea who the woman in the red cloak was or what she was going to do.

Then forget it for now.

Mogan didn't hesitate to find the room indicated on the house number, first went to open Dorandot's separate room, taught him to familiarize himself with the security measures in the big city and the countryside, and then went.

It's a wise decision.

If the other party deliberately hides and does not want people to find out, once the secret eye is exposed, it will be out of control, and it is difficult for him to avoid suffering.

Doubts will make extra Mogan pay attention, but he knows better how to be a handsome man in the times.

If there is any obstacle to yourself, you can't talk about it when you can't fight.

Leaving Dorandot behind and taking away his curiosity, Mogan finally had time to pack his bags.

He didn't bring much luggage, just the same clothes as a normal traveler, and at most some metal that could be used to make utensils and weapons, in case others found out that they had gone astray.

This burden is nothing for a person who can transform into a dragon, and the only difficulty may be how to melt the metal and fit it perfectly in the clothes and bags.

It's like customizing a heavy armor that can be disassembled and dissolved at any time, but the actual texture is lighter and thinner, making it easier to walk.

Mogan took care of everything quickly.

The inn rooms would be Mogan's temporary base, not much different from his residence in Windsor, but with more modest conditions.

Compared to the treasure plots that can be found in multiple locations, this kind of base is more like a point of contact for Mogan to take a break.

Rest is one of them.

Mogan pulled out the largest document in his luggage and completely spread out the paper, which had been folded several times and was cracked in the creases, into a map.

The paper is unusually obedient when it is spread out, and the decoration on the wall from the corner is no different from the decoration usually pasted on the wall, except for the information about Nova City depicted on the map itself, and the marks drawn on it are also important background lists of Nova City's public.

Even if someone picks it out and looks closely, it's no different from the homework that the average traveler does before traveling, just like a planning overview during the trip.

But Mogan placed his palm in the center of the wall, and for a moment, the palm of his hand shimmered, and the pattern on the paper suddenly changed slightly as the magic power was infused.

Mogan quietly removed his hand, looking at the original "map" that he had been sitting on for a long time, probably not reactivating for months.

And it's not just about maps.

The Potions Bazaar area in DC is prominently listed when the Potions Festival is held.

The documents had been submitted months earlier, and the need for large gatherings had also allowed patrol routes to be extrapolated from the distribution of the streets — and for Mogan to write on paper.

Also in the DC area is an external venue for the pre-screening of the Potions Festival. Several of the shops in the Taranik Family DC District are located on the edge of the venue, attracting traffic and providing a fixed "eye spot" for grasping the situation.

- The above is the clue that Mogan once deduced that the Talaniks were indeed in charge of the Potions Festival, and now it seems that it is fully proven, and there are more clues on the map that he marked.

Compared to the DC area, the map of the XC area is not publicly available. It is said that those who enter the DC area will be given a temporary map, only the addresses of some necessary facilities, and even if it is so harsh, it will be destroyed when it comes out, and it is not allowed to be copied and sold.

Just like the "guide map" that Mogan was holding now:D the location of Area C only has a list of marked functional areas, no road conditions, street structure, and no specific coordinate locations.

Because of the peculiarity of the current situation, in the past thirty years, District XC has even been arbitrarily arranged by the Duke, and it is only a coy gesture to report according to the regulations.

Even Cole Royal doesn't know about the changes in DC, and can only assume that this is a transformed urban area, which is completely different from the past according to the description of those who enter.

But Mogan naturally has his way.

A special informant helped him draw a simple sketch, only marking the general direction of the road and the location of the facilities, the lines are crooked, and there is no sense of professionalism at all, but after all, it is not his own job and there is no need to be harsh.

But it was with this clue that Mogan drew a decent road map on his own against the gray background of the DC area, relying on the direction of the road and the loci, leading directly to the various loci.

He even added places where there might be people on duty to the drawings that were based on experience and urban planning knowledge, which was rather sloppy, and could be said to have forcibly pieced together a complete city.

- If Neil had seen this scene, he might not have believed that the children's drawings he had sketched had such an effect.

In any case, this is the only way to provide Mogan with a clearer "route" that allows him to take everything into account as much as possible.

Potions Celebration, Duke Albert.

A huge net has been laid over the city, and when the people behind the scenes really appear, Mogan will continue to include it.

Although Mogan made a decision, he still felt that he didn't have to do it directly, but he had to be able to know.

To be on the safe side, he has changed some of his plans, but the initial positioning and elements have not changed.

All the elements involved in the initial plan, as well as the corresponding location and surrounding conditions, were marked fairly completely and without a trace of omissions.

In addition, the guest room is also an important point. If this simple hotel room is to be a point of contact, it is natural to have a predicted point of contact.

Mogan certainly didn't intend to explain too much to Duke Albert Talanic, so naturally there were other options to gain his trust further.

But he didn't know if there would be any guests coming to the door: because it was a blind box that was about to be opened, and Mogan couldn't get a glimpse of Schrödinger's cat.

After coming to Nova City, he did not make any disguise, and his actions were only to avoid ordinary passers-by, not without reason.

- Even if any of Duke Albert's close friends were suspicious and wanted to investigate the newcomer Mr. Grande before and after he entered the city, he would be rewarded.

Mogan was gambling.

He wanted to use everyone he could, even if it might be a hidden danger.

At that moment, the sound of squeaking and sliding came from outside the door. Then, there was a soft knock on the door, as if in response to Mogan's thoughts.

Mogan did not hesitate, and with a slight wave of his hand, the completely unlocked door immediately opened.

When he saw the visitor, his eyes were fixed, but he was not too surprised, and after carefully looking at the visitor, he bowed his head slightly and made a gesture of respect.

"Welcome."

A man with a vicissitudes of life and a calm expression sitting in a metal wheelchair also looked at Mogan at this time, and even looked him directly in the eyes, as if to see some clue from his face.

Mogan looked at the visitor's face, this time without any superfluous scrutiny.

Because he knew that this person had been prepared to visit him, and he was afraid that he couldn't casually expose clues that he didn't want to know like the little girl at the front desk.

If the investigation does not come to a conclusion, it will offend others in vain, and it will not be worth it.

After all, if you can't see it from the outside, you can be regarded as an elder.

The man in the wheelchair in front of him was the fallen pearl of the Talanik family—a man of great talent, great merit and sudden darkness, who once made the entire kingdom of Cole strangled.

Condon Talanick.

"First meeting," conton, who was in a wheelchair but did not look sickly in the slightest, sighed, and finally said the first sentence, "little Mr. Grande, I have heard of you for a long time. ”