Friedrich Normann slowly mashes potatoes with a fork – a unique way of eating them in the elves. The aromas of potatoes, red wine, and steak diffused in the air, but Agent Stacy seemed to lose his appetite. At least the kind of actions that are too gentle, and follow the rules of etiquette thoroughly, look like a table without appetite in the eyes of others.

In fact, Captain Norman is a well-known gourmand in Stasi, and the skill of the chef in the restaurant is not to be said, but compared to the captain's foreign counterpart, the food is somewhat less attractive.

In wartime, the volume of espionage is many times greater than in peacetime, spies of belligerents, spies of neutral countries, spies of churches, spies of consortia, spies of secret organizations...... As long as a place is important enough, there are bound to be hordes of spies to patronize it. Salbado was such a place: a transportation hub in northern Castile, a distribution center for the occupation army's munitions, a special administrative district, a prominent figure, and Charlemagne's occupation policy – so many elements were enough to attract spies from all walks of life. It's just that there are more flies attracted than expected.

From the time he went out in the morning to now having lunch, Norman found at least 20 spies and 15 suspected spies, the vast majority of whom were cannon fodder, clumsy, sluggish, lacking skill and experience, and a small number of seasoned veterans, quick and quick-moving, and had dealt with him a little.

"Life is always full of chances, you say, John. ”

Putting down his glass, Norman said:

"I heard you're about to be promoted? ”

"Congratulations? That's a good word, Friedrich. ”

John Graham chews on a creamy gratin of shrimp. His expression was like he had eaten something sour.

"Congratulations? ”

"Isn't it worth congratulating?"

"Whether you need to be happy about it or not depends on the angle of view. Norman, you and your boss have at least a hundred reasons to rejoice, and I don't have any. ”

Graham doesn't averse to promotions, which he dreams of. But the last time he received the news of his promotion, just as he was looking forward to the future with pride, Norman came to visit with an envelope. The Consortium's spy took out a stack of color photographs from the envelope, and when he saw the contents, Graham's face turned white on the spot.

In the photo, Graham is lying in bed with a young girl. Scarlet high-grade silk sheets. The flesh of the two white flowers is entangled, probably because of the use of high-level cameras, and the faces of the characters are clearly recognizable, even the pores and pubic hair are clearly captured. The girl's complexion was pale. Looks malnourished. Crushed under the bull-like body of Graham. It was as if it was about to break. In another photo, the girl is seen straddling Graham with her hands on the hairy chest of the Albion spy. The long rabbit ears are straight because of hyperactivity and congestion.

Although being a spy is a profession that cannot be talked about moderation, he was caught messing with his boss's daughter, and he was caught by the other party's "swallow", so he could only admit it obediently. Then, under the promise of "never stabbing the matter to the Secretary of State" and the lure of a lot of gold, Graham became one of Norman's many "friends......

Based on the memories of being trapped, Graham's mood was no better when he met this despicable guy who was keen to blackmail and drag others onto a thief ship.

"It's terrible. ”

Norman shrugged and continued:

"So, what work did Walsingham arrange for you this time?"

Graham's eyelids jumped, and after quickly looking around to make sure no one was hearing the conversation, he lowered his head and continued to concentrate on cutting the lobster.

Norman calmly watched his downline, and he was well aware of the mentality of a newcomer to the water—unwillingness, frustration, and a little resentment, and always squirming when he first provided information, with a little resistance and struggle. As the number of exposures increases, these bad problems will naturally disappear.

So he did nothing, sipping the dessert wine leisurely, admiring Graham's struggle, waiting for him to spit out the information himself.

He didn't wait long, and after about 5 minutes or so, Graham sighed and said:

"The above tells us to standby, to go to lurking, and not to act rashly. ”

"Oh?"

Norman was a little surprised, Walsingham and his men had been working wet and dry over the years, from the three watches in the middle of the night to the demolition of public places in full view. There is only one reason why this group of black-hearted and poisonous guys can't suddenly become obedient for no reason, and there is only one reason why they ordered Graham and the others to stand by and let go of this good opportunity to disturb Charlemagne.

"There are at least three groups of people from the principality, including the bear clan, the cat clan, and the camel clan. ”

The bulging purse rested on the table with a heavy metal thump, and Graham licked his lips and continued in a dry voice:

"Castile, Seres, and Ymir have also sent people, and I won't say much about your side, you know better than me. In short, the Secretary General told us not to get involved. ”

Norman laughed inwardly.

Don't go in?

Albion and other countries are supporting the Castilian anti-aggression cause, and they are, in theory, allies. Even if you are unable to support everything due to the constraints of the situation, the minimum support can be provided. But Walsingham told his men not to get involved. Make it clear that let others do it, and sit back and enjoy the results.

It can only be said that the anti-Charlemagne alliance is only worth this price for Albion - when the balance of power is reached and Albion can profit from it, his friendship with other countries is sacred and unbreakable. Otherwise, the friendship is no longer strong or even worthless.

"It has to be said that the Secretary General of State is as realistic as ever. ”

'He's been realistic, we've been realistic. Now listen to me, and your two hundred jini will not be wasted. ”

The head of the operation team in Sarbaddu took a last drink in his glass and continued:

"The human side is our old acquaintances, and you know how to deal with them. But the orcs ...... The bears are Oklana, and the cats are Crna.ruka and Bela.ruka. The camel tribe came a group of Assasins. ”

"That's really interesting news. ”

Not very interesting news.

Spies are no strangers to the situation of their peers gathering in a certain city, and it is not common to get together to carry out assassinations, but it is not uncommon, but it has become a situation similar to the assassination technology competition, I am afraid that it is really unprecedented.

Especially the organizations and sects of the cat clan and the camel tribe are all time-honored brands and old-timers who have been specializing in assassination for hundreds of years.

The cat people often give people a gentle and harmless image, and the petite cat girls with cute faces are recognized as good companions in bed, but on the other hand, they are also extremely stubborn resistance fighters who are willing to give their lives for independence and freedom. And...... Professional assassin.

For centuries. Most of the well-known figures of the Cat Orcs are known for their underground struggles and assassinations of the brutal Bear Governors, and this people has a particularly rich history of underground struggles and assassinations. Their innate agility, speed, and quietness make them the greatest asset for good assassins. Among the many underground organizations, the Black Hand Society and the White Hand Society are the most famous.

The full name of the Mafia is "Independence or Death", and its founder is former Oklana Second Lieutenant Dragutin Dimitrievic. His family is a history of assassination. At least two of these ancestors were directly involved in the assassination of the Tsar. The Mafia includes the most extreme and radical feline chauvinists. They advocated a violent uprising to seek independence, and sought to annex Bosnia, Herzegovina, Pannonia, Scalavinia and other places where the orc tribes were mixed, with the cat people as the master people of this new country.

The Black Hand Society's biggest rival within the cat clan is the White Hand. It was created to fight against the former, and its leader, Captain Pyotr Zvokovich, whose ancestors also had stabbed the Tsar, was mostly a member of the Principality's Army. They advocated the assassination of important figures in the Tsarist government and the establishment of a dual kingdom acceptable to the bears and cats. Recently, it seems to be in the process of shifting from training members to throw bombs in crowds to some "cultural activities", but in general, it is still a secret society whose main business is assassination.

As for the Assasin camel tribes, they can be said to be the ancestors of terrorists, and outsiders know very little about them. So far, it is only known that they live in a castle deep in the mountains, and that the Pope is an old man in the mountains named "Hassan Sambach", but more is not known. But one thing is certain: the Assasin assassination rate is by far the highest among any organization.

To sum up, the above voters are all outlaws in the queue among the underground workers, and of course these people are not here to engage in any technical exchanges, and their purpose is known with their toes.

In order to assassinate a child, the best assassins in the world come together, and I have to say, it's really interesting.

"That's enough, we're done for today. ”

After confirming that useful information had been gathered, Norman interrupted Graham's chattering grumble and got up to leave. But instead of walking out of the restaurant, he quickly turned into a secret box, where two bald men in black suits and red ties were waiting for him, each carrying a suitcase.

"It's all recorded?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"Good, let's go find the next one. ”

His expression was calm, as if the information he had just heard was not worth mentioning.

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On the 28th of Thermidor, the day began in an optimistic atmosphere, with citizens appearing in the streets early in twos and threes, yawning and chatting with each other.

The topic was the same for all, and there was nothing else that interested them, except for the Fourth Prince, who arrived in Saalbadu today to start the "study practice".

Most of the citizens lack a real sense of so-called "goodwill", let alone the least reverence for the infamous Prince Charlemagne. But for the Saalbadours, it's always a novel experience to have such a big man in hand. And they are also full of curiosity about the rumored arrival with His Royal Highness the prince's real estate control policy, after all, it is closely related to their own interests. Even knowing that no one would know what news the prince would bring before the Governor's Palace issued an announcement, everyone still took to the streets in anticipation, and it was only 7 o'clock in the morning that some sections of the road were already congested.

When the second prince Bernard visited Wèn Salbadou before, there were a large number of security guards to escort them, not to mention suspicious characters, and even cats and dogs were killed on the spot when they approached. The impact was so bad that the Fourth Prince insisted on turning the trip into a "goodwill visit", so security measures were not tight – even though rumours of Charlemagne's assassination had been circulating for days.

Some people in Charlemagne's country were very happy with this lack of security, as were a handful of cat and camel orcs. They don't know that Prince Charles is averse to wars of aggression, and even if they did, they wouldn't take it seriously. Charles's identity and status, rather than his political positions and opinions, made him a target of many assassins. It would be better to assassinate Charles IV, the president of the consortium, Prime Minister Richelieu, and other larger-level goals, but the little prince's head is enough to turn the world's attention to their political ideas or cause the necessary political upheaval.

It is a day of remembrance for St. Vitus, a Saint of the Orthodox faithful of the Duchy, and it also has a special meaning for the Cat and Camel Clans – 525 years ago, on the 28th of Thermidor, on the battlefield of Kosovo, the Sultan Murad of the Camel tribe was impaled with a short sword in his tent by the feline warrior Miloš Obilic, who had pretended to surrender.

No matter what others think, for the cat killers who infiltrated the city, today is a "good day" to kill people.

Gavrillo Princip walked out of a delicatessen, eating a freshly baked sandwich while aimlessly scanning the streets and the crowd as if he had just entered the city. Ever since the Governor announced that Salbadu was open to the outside world, there has been a steady stream of merchants from all over the world, including orcs who have come to try their luck. After the initial small shock, people are now somewhat surprised by the appearance of orcs on the streets, and on a big day like today, no one will pay much attention to a dull country orc child.

If anyone had paid close attention to the boy, they would have noticed several suspicious things: the man's course of action almost overlapped with the itinerary that the Fourth Prince had planned, and the man's waist bulged out, apparently hiding something weighty.

In fact, this seemingly weak cat-eared teenager is one of the seven underage killers sent by the "Black Hand Society", and the old members of the Mafia Society deliberately hide behind the scenes and let these half-grown children do it because it is easy for minors to obtain judicial pardons and avoid the death penalty. Assassination after assassination attempts have proved that the calculation seems to be correct, and now they will prove it again.

Princip swallowed his breakfast and glanced at his companion not far away, Nedrico Gabrinovic, who nodded knowingly and disappeared into the crowd. After a pause, Princip squeezed into the crowd.

It was about 7:40 a.m., and there was still 1 hour and 50 minutes before the arrival of the fourth prince. (To be continued......)