A black carriage drove along the road leading to the Magic Association. The emblem on the carriage was very strange, a red disc decorated with stars, houses, ribbons and ears of wheat.
At the fork in the road, three men in civilian clothes were chatting and watching the carriage passing by. If you look closely, you can see that one of the men's eyes is slightly shining with golden light, but when the carriage is out of sight, the light slowly dissipates.
"I saw it. A mid-level mage, a low-level mage, a high-level warrior, and two low-level warriors. Humph, this carriage can be put in other places, but it is no big deal in the capital." The man with golden eyes said with a slightly disdainful tone. Although he was not tall, he was very burly. Even hiding in this robe, he looked very strong. He shook his dark blue hair and said, "Let's go. I have seen these people with my own eyes. I have a better idea. I will have fun with them in a few days."
"Marcola, don't underestimate the enemy. Don't forget that Orencio and Pargado who died in their camp were not mediocre." An ordinary-looking man at the side said. He had a very dark complexion and looked like a handyman doing rough work. He had messy brown hair on his head, giving people a dirty feeling.
"Sancho, there's no need to say anything more about you, a coward who followed them all the way but didn't dare to take any action. You are obviously the strongest high-level members of the Shadow Group in the Montenegro area, but you didn't dare to take action along the way." Markola said with a sneer.
"There's a difference between high-level and high-level. I don't think these magicians are that big of a deal. My own team alone can wipe them out from the land of the royal capital." Another relatively thin man said softly, playing with seven or eight round stones the size of quail eggs in his hands. Those stones flew between his fingers, but they would not fall from his hands no matter what.
"Humph, Prato, you're right, they are different! Do you think these two mages are ordinary mid-level or low-level mages? I have already secretly investigated them, and even Master Ikasa looks at him differently. Not to mention the several battles he has experienced. Although I am not a magician, I also know that those achievements are not something that an ordinary mid-level mage can achieve."
The little Prato sneered and said nothing more.
"Okay, let's go back to our lair and talk about it first." Makola said finally.
The three people's pace did not seem fast, but in fact it was very fast. They were like phantoms in the city, walking through the streets and alleys. The pedestrians and carriages around them seemed to be unable to see them.
Finally, the few of them came to an old building along the river on the outskirts of the aristocratic district and pushed the door open and walked in.
Inside was a grocery store. The owner did not respond to the people coming in and continued to take a nap on the counter. The three of them walked through a secret door in the room and went down the tunnel. There was a relatively open hall below. Most of the people coming and going were dressed in ordinary clothes and had ordinary temperaments, but the whole room still exuded a gloomy atmosphere.
The people at the door who saw them saluted the three men.
"team leader!"
"The shadow is everlasting." said Makola, who was in the lead.
"The shadow is everlasting." Everyone responded.
"Let's go and see Lord Yepes."
This is the capital branch of the Shadow Group of the Temple of Nature. Makola is the captain of the intelligence team of the capital, and Prato is one of the three assassin captains of the branch.
Sancho was the head of the Montenegro branch. He had been keeping an eye on the school's every move after it landed in Montenegro, but the two intelligence officers he sent were killed by Rhodes alone in the slave camp. Later, he sent someone to infiltrate the camp for the second time, but was hanged on the gallows a few days later for participating in the slave riot. Sancho was also unable to determine whether this person was exposed or was really involved in the riot. So far, he did not dare to act rashly, but personally accompanied Xiao Chen and his party to the capital to observe their situation.
However, the more he observed, the more he felt that Xiao Chen and his team were unfathomable, so he chose to seek help from Yepes, the head of the branch after arriving in the capital. Although they were both regional heads, the capital was obviously much more important than Black Mountain. Therefore, the capital branch not only had many masters, but Yepes himself was also a master assassin who had reached the grandmaster level.
After hearing the news, Yepes sent a group of capable people to investigate Xiao Chen and his office, which led to the scene this morning.
Yepes was a skinny old man with gray hair. When Sancho and the other two saw him, he was taking a nap on his couch.
After the three of them exchanged greetings, Makola reported back, "Sir, my people have been investigating these people for three days. This morning, I also personally used mystical techniques to observe them. Aside from some strange customs and magical items that have never been seen before, these people do not have anything particularly outstanding that warrants your attention."
Yepes, who was sitting on the recliner, opened his eyes slightly, his gaze swept across Macola and stopped at Prato.
"Yes, sir. I agree with Makola. If we want to investigate the murder of three people in the Black Mountain area, we might as well tie up two of them and torture them. In the dungeon, we will definitely get what we want."
"Is that all?" Yepes asked, his voice sounding very old.
Macola and Prato looked at each other and replied, "Yes."
"Idiots! Have your days in the capital made you so dull?" Yepes sat up from the recliner and suddenly opened his eyes wide. The pressure from this thin old man was so great that Marcola and Prato immediately knelt on one leg.
"You guys, who have been doing the same old things for years, are no different from those bureaucrats in the kingdom. You hope to solve your work in the simplest way every day. Then you return to your own small territory and show off your power as a master. Everyone hopes that there will be no trouble in the world and everything will be peaceful." The old man stood up and walked up to the two of them. "Have you forgotten your identity?"
"I don't dare."
"The shadows are everlasting."
"The castle that fell from the sky, the unheard-of magic props, the unknown wizard inheritance. And the unusual movements of Banderas and Cona after our contact with them these days, all of these may be hiding huge secrets. The enemies of the God of Nature have never stopped. Are you just going to easily label these guys of unknown origin as no big deal and forget about them?" The old man asked aggressively, making the two men who were originally arrogant in front of Sancho dare not even breathe.
Yepes said to Sancho, "Sancho, you are right to be cautious. We cannot let go of these mages who are highly suspicious. We must be patient and follow them to find out the secrets."
Sancho said, "Sir Yepes, what you said is what I want to do."