A week later, Don Quixote threw a thick stack of documents on the table in front of Reven.

It details the main structure of the mercenary empire, the composition of the top ten mercenary groups and the list of leaders. Lei Wente flipped through the thick paper with some admiration, the details of the information on it greatly surprised him, and saw that the old thing was hiding a lot of things from him.

But he didn't bother to pursue it, as long as the results he needed to achieve were realized. Rubbing his forehead lightly, Lei Wente leaned back on the soft leather chair and looked at it intently.

And Don Quixote also stayed in the room because of his threat, and he took out something from nowhere and followed it.

The sun in the middle of the day gradually set to the west, shining a golden light through the gap in the window.

A sudden knock on the door sounded outside, interrupting Revent's reading.

"Your Excellency. It's already time for dinner, do I need help you prepare? ”

The man's inquiry came from outside the door, and it was a little dull through the door.

Rayvet gently loosened his tight thumb, the silver thread relaxed, and he commanded.

"I'll go down in a moment, don't bother me just yet."

"Okay."

The sound of the man's promise came from outside the door, which gradually died out as the footsteps went away.

After moving his stiff body, Lei Wente took the information that he flipped through in his hand, and the fine font on it made his eyes sore terribly.

"My lord, do you have any plans?"

Don Quixote suddenly approached from the side, and asked as if nothing had happened, but there was a slight uneasiness buried in his tone.

Lei Wente raised his eyebrows, but did not speak, and quickly sorted out these rules and regulations in his mind, and the meanings behind those divergence in the information.

"There's so little news we know now, and it's mostly on the table. You can't think about specific things until you know more about them. ”

After a long silence, he said lightly.

"Anyway, making a plan now is idiot behavior."

"You mean, you keep me busy for a week, and that proves we're not idiots?"

Don Quixote raised his voice and said incredulously. He felt that he would never encounter anything more ridiculous in his life.

"That's not right! It's me and I'm not! ”

Revent grinned, adding an explanation to his sick words.

Don Quixote opened his mouth, and almost spitted directly on the face of the other side who said it for granted.

Believing in him at the beginning may have been the biggest mistake of my life.

Seeing that the old man on the other side had a look of going crazy, Lei Wente finally put away his playful smile, threw the stack of materials on the table, and asked.

"Can the authenticity of these information be guaranteed, if I can, I hope to have a stable source of intelligence, these things are not enough, too superficial."

Knocking on the table, he hesitated.

"Do you have any viable channels?"

Don Quixote rolled his eyes, glanced at Revent like an idiot, and then spoke sarcastically.

"How long do you think it's been since I left the Imperial Capital? Twenty years my adult. I've had a lot of trouble getting my hands on it, and if you need to ask for more, it's an intelligence officer rather than an outdated clerk. ”

Revent didn't care much about his subordinates' unreasonableness, but instead showed an inexplicable smile and threw a bag of bulging magic crystals on the table.

"Connections and news are always built on Huang Cancan's gold coins, and after twenty years as a businessman, you still fail like this. Successful businessmen need to invest rather than guard their possessions like a dragon. ”

Don Quixote's eyes lit up suddenly, and he quickly put the bag into his arms, and then sighed contentedly before saying.

"I was deceived by your large magic crystals, and I admit that there is no more powerful currency in the mercenary empire. But be prepared that those people are unfed jackals, you can't throw too much wealth into them, and it will take a lot of money to achieve your unrealistic ideals in the future. ”

He looked down and thought for a moment.

"I'm going to use the money to get important information out of their mouths."

Revent blinked.

"Knight, you miser should really change your habits. Money can be earned again when it is gone, and many things cannot be earned. Don't worry too much, give them how much will naturally make them spit out more later. ”

The dark eye lines seemed to flash across his forehead again, and there was a dullness in the air.

"No one can take my stuff for nothing."

Don Quixote swallowed secretly, and he found that each time the adult felt more profound to himself, as if he was a black hole with no bottom, and that feeling made him awe and at the same time added a lot of trust.

"Everything is up to you."

He bowed his head and said submissively.

With a vague smile, Revent stood up from his chair, flipped the stack in the middle, and motioned for the other party to come and watch. Then he stood aside without saying a word.

Don Quixote carefully looked at what he had opened, his face changing from time to time, and said cautiously for a while.

"You want to use this as a starting point? Wouldn't it be too high? ”

Lei Wente smiled, obviously his subordinates' feedback made him very satisfied, although the other party was too decent, but he did not lack wisdom, this kind of person is more conducive to being a henchman.

He lightly tapped a thick amount of information before speaking.

"It has to be it! The lead of the continent has been lit, and we don't have much time. ”

Don Quixote nodded, but still a little uneasy.

"But my lord, we don't have any foundation now."

"That's right!"

Thunder didn't refute, but cracked a narrow smile, his eyes cold and terrifying.

"That's why I need it as a foundation, and at this time, I need to see whose heart is darker and whose hands are more ruthless."

After a while, he accepted the coldness and smiled innocently.

"After all, I'm a well-intentioned surrender, but there's no danger in it."

Don Quixote shivered viciously, and his face turned white with fright. He's not in danger?? Fart, this thing is simply a beast with bad intentions. This face is too deceptive, an obvious foul.

Finally, he swept the pictures on the information, wiped his cold sweat, and followed Lei Wente, who had already walked downstairs to make a noisy dinner, out of the porter.

There was a faint urging below.

"Hurry up and eat, and take me to register and idle mercenary certificate when you're done. What? No identification. You miser, don't press it to death, take out the money in your hand. ”

And in the guest room, behind the closed door, the thick data was rapidly corroding, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of ashes.

Until then, a few words could be faintly seen on the corroded, pitted paper.

The fourth mercenary group splits the sky, the head of the regiment is fifty-eight years old, the great sword master cultivates, and he greatly pampers the only daughter born to him in his later years. Christina, the daughter of the head of the regiment, will go to the eastern suburbs in three days to hunt monsters routinely...