As the moon rose overhead, and the scalding air cooled, Thassa sat in the garden and could see the sparks of light from the windows of taverns, brothels, and casinos in the distance. In the night, it is like the stars in the sky, showing the prosperity of the city.
Such a scene can only be seen in the inner city of the royal capital. Even if nearly one-third of the civilians in the outer city die after the evil epidemic is over, it will not affect the inner city nobles' minds of drinking and having fun. If you listen carefully, you can hear the faint cry of the evening wind.
He bought this house with a garden and a pool for one hundred and fifty gold dragons. It is located on a hillside near the outer edge of the inner city, and not many people hang out nearby even during the day. In addition to meeting informants and exchanging information, he usually does not live here, but chooses a hotel for the night at will, or goes to the underground trumpeter for a few days.
"Sir, they are all here."
One person walked out of the room holding an oil lamp, and it was Hill Fox lurking in the fingers of the skeleton.
"Light the candles," Thassa nodded and went inside.
In the dim candlelight, Hill and the other five people sat around a round wooden table, and when they saw the guards appear, they all stood up and bowed their heads in salute. Thassa looked at them blankly, hoping to see whether they were reliable from their expressions and small movements. Regrettably, Miss Nightingale had already followed the fleet back to Border Town. If she was there, she would be able to make the most accurate judgment immediately.
They are Hill's partners, members of the Dove and Top Hat acrobatics, and the avengers who hate the new king. During the siege of the pier a week ago, it happened that a person lurking in the dream water tipped off the news, and Thassa learned of the rat's night attack plan in advance. Now that the evil epidemic has gradually subsided, he decided to meet this group of people in the capital. If it was as Hill said, they would be some good intelligence personnel.
"Except for Mr. Fox, let's briefly introduce ourselves first," Thassa said.
"My name is Yanshan, my lord," said the most burly man with a stern voice. He was nearly six feet tall, and the bulging muscles in his arms seemed powerful. "Playing the role of a fighter in the acrobatic troupe, and has now joined the bloodsail."
"I'm a clown," the little man sitting beside Yanshan pointed to his nose, he seemed to be the youngest of them all, about eighteen or nine years old, "Of course I'm also a clown in the regiment, But instead of mixing in with mice, I did some tricks in various taverns."
"Jom and Neil," the next two were brothers, no different from the typical commoners in the outer city in terms of appearance and dress. They gave all their wealth to Priest Feili and are now "devout believers" in the church. Thassa couldn't help but think to himself, could it be that these two have a good impression of Hill's wife at the same time? He suppressed his doubts and turned his attention to the last person.
"They all call me a magician, my lord," the other party saluted again, "I originally pretended to be a frustrated person and plunged into the dream water, but unfortunately most of them died and fled, even the fierce tooth Tanis. Killed by the Church's Judgment Army, everyone is busy looking for a new home."
"Died at the hands of the Judgment Army?" Thassa raised his brows, "Aren't they the ones that the church secretly supports?"
"I also heard it from others," he spread his hands. "Tanis was ambushed by Skull Fingers when he returned to the East District after he failed to besiege the pier. In the end, there were only a few dozen people left. Angrily, he took the men who stayed in the lair to the church, but only two or three cronies came back the next day. I heard from those people that he quarreled with Priest Feili, and was then shot through the chest by the God's Punishment Army... In short, the dream The water is over."
It turned out to be the case, Tassa thought, probably because the strength that he had finally accumulated was completely lost, and the position of the leader of Fierce Fang was in jeopardy. But these are all insignificant details, he only needs to know that the dream water is now dead in name only. There is no doubt that this is good news. He may be able to take this opportunity to win over a group of rats with nowhere to go and expand his intelligence sources.
"You must have learned my name from Hill," Thassa knocked on the table and said solemnly, "I am the personal guard of His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon, responsible for collecting information from all over the kingdom for him. Since you are willing to come here, in a sense, you have already expressed your intentions. But for the sake of solemnity, I still have to ask again, are you willing to serve His Highness?"
"We are willing!" the five said in succession.
"As long as I can get justice from Timothy Wimbledon, I'm willing to do anything." Hill added word by word.
"Very good, we will meet here at the same time every week in the future. If there is any emergency information, you can report to me in advance as long as you put a pot of purple flowers at the gate of the residence." Thassa explained, "After I noticed, I will be waiting for you in the room that night. Remember to use the three-long and two-short password when knocking on the door, understand?"
Seeing their unanimous response, Thassa nodded with satisfaction, "A qualified intelligence officer will not reveal himself easily. The first thing you have to do is to hide your identity. Whether it is to inquire about intelligence by yourself, or to develop offline to collect information. Suspicious information, keep this in mind. If you have financial needs, you can apply to me... Remember, don't act rashly. Tifeko will not sit on the throne forever, this is the personal guarantee of His Royal Highness Roland. "He paused. "So, do you have anything else to say?"
"My lord, Tifeko has returned from the Eastern Territory today," Hill said, "You should have received this news as well."
In the afternoon, the new king's knights entered the city from the gate of the Eastern District with high banners. Many residents witnessed this scene. Thassa did not answer, he knew that the other party must have something to say.
"But in the evening, I heard from Black Hammer that Tifeko seems to be planning to recruit a group of mice to join the army, and the condition is to exchange them for the opportunity to become free people. Several leaders of Skull Fingers have already gone to the palace. It doesn't sound like a fabrication."
Recruit mice? Thassa remained calm on the surface, but his heart sank violently. Obviously, these rats could not fight as official soldiers at all, so in all likelihood, it was a raid tactic that was enhanced with pills and used as consumables, just like the last attack. Longsong Fortress is the same. Only this time what is the target of the other party
"This is interesting news," he said solemnly. "You guys remember to keep an eye on where the mice go, and report to me immediately if there is any news."
I hope Timothy Wimbledon isn't headed for the west, Thassa thought to himself. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.)