"This is an easy job. You don't need to take any risks. As long as you put the news in the agreed position, no one will know that you have done these things." The words of the man wearing a silver mask and claiming to be the person in charge of black money It echoed in my ears again.
"It's ridiculous! Why should I help the people of Greycastle? They even have to uproot the nobles. If they win, what's the benefit to me?" I didn't expect to say such stupid things! Aren't you afraid that I will tie you up and give it to Lord Marvin in exchange for a handsome reward?"
"If you really wanted to do this, then there wouldn't be this interview in the first place." The other party's tone didn't change at all, as if he didn't care about his own safety at all, "I can still sit here, which is enough to prove Your Excellency willingness, and it is precisely because you are smart that we are willing to provide this opportunity.”
"Unfortunately, you read it wrong. There is no doubt about my loyalty to the Duke. Get out now, before I change my mind!"
"Of course, I'll leave right away. But my lord, the so-called opportunity is like this. Black money does not intend to force you to make a choice. What you do is your freedom." The silver-faced man stood up and bowed deeply to him first. Afterwards, a black card was gently placed on the tea table, "The last thing I want to convey is that Graycastle will not forget anyone who has served it. Then... there will be an expiration date."
Fuller took a deep breath, interrupting his chaotic thoughts, and the room suddenly fell silent.
Will not forget anyone who played for Greycastle... huh
It's ironic, it was to revive the family's glory that he joined Duke Marvin, and Roland Wimbledon, who was the enemy of all the nobles, was originally the most unlikely person to forgive, but now, he found himself a little undecided. .
Although the guy sent by the black money is a jerk, he is right about one thing. If he really intends to serve the Duke of the North to the end, he should have torn this card to smithereens long ago, rather than carefully hiding it. under the drawer.
After a long silence, Fowler raised his head and sighed, and sat down at the desk.
He took out a pad of papyrus and spread it out, then picked up the quill.
Do you have anything to lose
Taking back the territory has become more and more remote, and he doesn't seem to have any reason to bite the bullet and stick to it.
Anyway, according to the method of black money, you won't have any losses, just bet on both sides. If the Devil wins the final victory, the status quo will not get worse in any way. If the Greycastle wins, he may be able to compensate in other ways.
Thinking of this, Fowler dropped the pen.
…
In the evening, wearing a trench coat and felt hat, he walked into the "horn alley" in the inner city.
This is the site of the Northern Chamber of Commerce. Most of the people who come and go are businessmen. When the sun goes down, there are few people moving.
On a gentle slope, Fowler found a large silver fir tree growing between the two brick houses mentioned by the silver-faced man.
In fact, the delivery method agreed by the other party is also the reason that prompted him to make a decision.
There are no recipients and no counterparts, making the risk much lower. At least he doesn't have to worry about black money taking this information and blackmailing him, or being noticed by others that he has been in close contact with unidentified people.
Fowler wandered around for a while, and after seeing that there were no suspicious people around, he quickly walked behind the silver fir and touched the tree hole in the center. Wood is hard to detect without touching it with your own hands.
He stuffed the letter into the secret cell, pushed it back on the wooden baffle, and put it down. He deliberately recorded the contents of the letter in a positive script, and even if a third party discovered it, it would be impossible to associate it with him through his handwriting.
Of course, that's not all done.
Next, Fuller returned to his residence and put a flower pot on the window sill of the bedroom. In a high-end residence in the inner city, such decorations are available everywhere, and no one will care about an inconspicuous potted plant. But for those who are watching the place secretly, it is the signal sent by the news.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't need to contact anyone. As for who would take this letter and what channel would it send to the people of Graycastle, those had nothing to do with him.
Fowler even felt a sense of relief the moment he put the pot down.
Even gathering information is so meticulous and meticulous, the gap between the kings is really huge... He stood in front of the window, looking at the brightly lit castle area under the red fog, thinking that those "defeaters" are still elated. Enjoying the dinner, he no longer has any hope for Ma Weien.
Only one question remains.
Can Greycastle really defeat the devil
The messenger piled thick stacks of paper on the damp, battered wooden table.
"Is this for today?" The clever ghost lit the fuel lamp, "Thank you for your hard work."
The other party did not respond.
He sighed and repeated it with his gestures.
The messenger nodded.
This person is a silent person cultivated by the master. He has neither hearing nor speech. He can only convey orders or ask questions through simple sign language. Unfortunately, there are no gestures that can express gratitude.
"Stay outside, don't let anyone in." After the smart ghost told the silent man to leave, he began to read the news one by one.
This is the real estate that the black money is used to host the underground chamber of commerce. Usually, the invitation system is adopted. In theory, it is not likely that outsiders will break in. But the clever ghost still chose to process information in the cold basement, just to gain more time to burn when danger occurred.
Although it is not clear why the master is so concerned about this war in Greycastle, it is not a problem that he can think about. Since the master ordered to assist Graycastle in an all-round way, the only thing he could do was to fully implement it.
Rearranging this information and sending it to the people of Graycastle without knowing it was his main task at present.
Although the request of the people of Graycastle was to keep all the news intact, the chances of secretly transporting them out of the city were not always there, so there must be a priority issue. Considering that the caravans that are allowed to pass usually come and go once a week, he must make the most reliable information into a secret letter within a week, mix it with the goods and send it to Wolf Heart. As for other information, he can only find it elsewhere. channel sent.
Most of the time, these information came from the mouse's dictation, so it seemed quite scattered, and he often spent a lot of time sifting through them. But this time, the shrewd ghost noticed that there was a marked difference between a letter in the paper and other messages.
Its handwriting is neat and smooth, and it was by no means copied from pubs or on the street; it also uses high-quality ink, and there are no wrinkles on the paper. Obviously, the writing environment is more than one grade better than the places where mice often stay.
He subconsciously held his breath and scanned the letter carefully from the beginning to the end.
And the content of the letter is really different.
It mentioned for the first time the core of the Devil's army, Hykezord, the lord of the sky.