Palace, garden.
Holleika stood under a small tree, while Edson habitually stood aside in the shadows.
Witchers are not rogues.
But when hunting evil, the necessary stealth skills will always make people get twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, some habits have already been integrated into the bones, and it is impossible to change them.
The old witcher stood there quietly.
His eyes scanned the garden in front of him.
This was his first visit to the palace of the Aitantine royal family.
He is quite satisfied with the layout in front of him.
Not aesthetically pleasing, but safe.
In his sight, no tree was more than three meters tall, and all of them were pruned as necessary.
You only need to send a guard to watch from the tall buildings on the side of the garden, and you can see the vastness here.
It can not only ensure the safety of people in the garden to the greatest extent, but also greatly save manpower, which can be invested in other places.
"The location of the agent is also very reasonable."
"The patrolling soldiers are also good."
The old witcher commented one by one.
Just like the instinct of stealth, the instinct of looking at things has already changed.
Practicality has always been pursued by demon hunters.
But Holleika is different.
He thought over and over again in his mind whether he had missed something.
It's not the first time Holleika has been on a mission, but it's the first time that this kind of mission is related to whether the 'Snake faction' can rise smoothly.
As the dark son of the Snake faction, Holleika is unavoidably nervous.
However, fortunately, when Qin Ran's figure appeared in the field of vision, Holleika quickly calmed down when he saw Qin Ran with a calm and indifferent face and unhurried footsteps.
It seems that as long as the other party is there, there must be no problem.
It seems that any difficulty will be easily solved in front of the other party.
Very strange feeling.
But Holleika is not annoying.
"Yes, Lord Colin."
"I'm Holleika, and I'm here on behalf of the 'Secret Order of Silent Night'."
Holleika greeted very politely.
He wanted to address his lord, or perform witcher etiquette.
But not yet.
Not yet.
Because, he can't guarantee whether this place will be stared at by southern congressmen.
After sweeping his eyes over the old demon hunter hidden at the side, Qin Ran focused on the former member of the "Secret Order of Quiet Night" who was limped by the "acting skills (illusion)" of the superior evil spirit.
His follower put enough effort into the opponent.
At least, it becomes more convenient for him to talk to the other party.
As long as the other party sees him, they will feel inexplicably at ease and obey, and will never have any rebellious heart It is only useful to those who are weak-willed and have damaged souls, and it is difficult for a weak-willed person to become what he needs.
As for soul damage
Equally difficult.
Like Holleika, it is simply too rare.
Under normal circumstances, no one would choose the kind of secret technique that would damage one's soul.
And Holleika
Just a poor ghost who was duped by Grsak.
That congressman just needs a good tool.
So, there is the 'undead' Carlisle Huo.
In Gelsac's memory, Kieran can confirm this very well.
Of course, Holleika didn't know all this.
Maybe Holleika had a little guess before, but in the heart of Holleika now, as a demon hunter, he had to choose [Misty Moon Turning Shadow] in order to gain the trust of Gelsak once. Such a secret technique.
Qin Ran looked at Holleika pretending to be indifferent.
Holleika needs to live up to her identity.
Kieran naturally needed it too.
"We caused some unnecessary misunderstandings in the shantytowns of the Lower Seventh Ring Road..."
"Congressman Gelsack is willing to make amends."
After Holleika briefly explained the situation, he bowed again.
"compensate?"
"'Quiet Night Secret Order'?"
"Ah."
A chuckle, with an indescribable sarcasm.
However, the old witcher on the side really confirmed the identity of the Holleika Snake Sect.
There was no coldness in Qin Ran's eyes, nor any killing intent on his body.
Although he hadn't been in contact with the Snake Demon Hunter in front of him for a long time, the old Demon Hunter was quite sure of Kieran's behavior style.
In addition to the unique caution and caution of a demon hunter, the simple and neat way of doing things is the most direct impression of Kieran that the old demon hunter has.
To put it simply, if Kieran really faced an insignificant member of the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night', he would 100% directly capture or kill him.
And now no action...
The fact that Holleika is a member of the Serpent faction is obvious.
Silently, the old witcher sighed.
The old witcher once again lamented the secret of the Snake Pie.
At the same time, he is still thinking.
Since Holleika is the dark son of the Snake faction.
So…
In the Quiet Night Secret Order, is there anyone else who is a dark son of the Snake Sect
The answer is almost yes.
For this answer, the old witcher was delighted.
On the premise that the 'Wolf faction' has declined, the stronger the 'Snake faction', the better it is for the demon hunters.
The only thing that needs to be considered is how to continue this 'strength'.
While the old witcher was thinking, Holleika had already completed the 'task' in a formulaic way.
A black invitation card was handed over to Qin Ran.
"Please trust me."
"It's a matter of mutual benefit to you and me."
"after all… "
"In your capacity, you should also know about that."
Holleika said while hiding her head and showing her tail.
Qin Ran glanced at the invitation.
Then, he nodded noncommittally.
"Looking forward to seeing you again at noon."
After saying this, Holleika saluted Qin Ran and the old witcher again, and then walked out of the garden.
There, waiting palace guards will lead Holleika out of the palace.
"Monte."
Qin Ran said so.
The voice is not high.
But the moment Qin Ran's voice fell, a close minister appeared beside Qin Ran like the wind.
"Your Highness."
Jinchen bent down.
"Send reliable people to escort each other."
Qin Ran ordered.
"clear."
Jin Chen nodded and disappeared in place again.
After confirming that the minister had left, Qin Ran turned and looked at the old witcher.
Acting is naturally a complete set.
You know, his audience is not only the people in the palace, but also those who have been staring at Holleika.
Qin Ran can be sure that as long as Holleika leaves the palace, people from the 'War God Temple' will follow.
Although Holleika had an 'immortality', Qin Ran didn't want his followers to be completely useless because they had died too many times.
Especially at this crucial moment.
"Do you need me to go?"
The old witcher asked simply.
Edson is not a fool, and naturally knows what Holleika may face.
He didn't want his own people to be hurt.
Qin Ran shook his head.
"I have more important things to ask you to do."
After speaking, Qin Ran handed the invitation to the old witcher.
The old witcher understood immediately.
After nodding his head, the old witcher left quickly.
And Qin Ran frowned slightly when he felt that the peeping eyes were half-reduced again.
Aitantine's palace had been infiltrated far more than he had believed.
No wonder that Aitantine VI stayed in the small chamber for a long time.
Because, only there, the king can guarantee that he will not be watched.
"It's like that in the palace."
“The shantytowns on the Lower Seventh Ring Road…”
"Don't let me down."
Qin Ran was talking to himself from the bottom of his heart.
Then, he turned and walked towards the bedroom that belonged to him. The close minister had already arranged these trivial matters, and confirmed that the arrangements were proper.
Since the current identity can't avoid the eyes, then, fortunately, it's good to be completely exposed to those people's vision.
Qin Ran believed that he would have unexpected benefits by doing so.
For example: the scene just now.
In fact, it was just as Qin Ran expected.
His contact with the members of the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night' in the palace garden had become 'known throughout the city' as Holleika left.
Those caring people looked at the news one by one, or they were contemplating, or kept silent, or gritted their teeth.
Earl Valentine, it was the latter.
This nobleman with a prominent family background and a long history was slamming the wine glass in his hand on the ground.
The metal cup was not broken.
Even, there was no loud noise.
But the wine stained a white wool blanket.
The scarlet is so dazzling in the pure white.
Count Valentine, who was so bloated and short-limbed, stepped on the scarlet patch hard.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Why is this happening?"
Earl Valentine growled with his thick neck.
On the temples and forehead, blue veins burst out one after another, making the well-maintained opponent look extremely ferocious, especially the tyranny in the eyes, which made people tremble in the bottom of their hearts.
"Calm down, Valentine."
The person who spoke was also a middle-aged man.
Long silver hair draped down the shoulders, slender eyes, hooked nose, thin lips, sitting there, one could still tell that the figure was slender, and an elegant temperament was revealed the moment the other party raised his hand.
"Little, how can I calm down?"
"We have worked so hard to find that guy's flaw, but now... it's all in vain!"
"I, I'm not reconciled!"
Count Valentine growled.
However, the tyranny in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Obviously, as a friend and ally, Viscount Little's words are quite useful.
"Do you think this is a coincidence?"
Little asked.
"coincide?"
"Fucking coincidence!"
"That bastard must have found out that we were investigating Svensen, and he directly took the salary from the bottom of our pot!"
"Damn it!"
Valentine's heart ached when he thought of what he had spent investigating that fake prince.
You know, it's not just about money.
There are many things that money cannot buy.
"Then what do you think..."
"Is this Colin real now?"
Little continued to ask.
Valentine was taken aback.
"You mean?"
The earl looked to his ally.
"I didn't say anything."
Viscount Little smiled and shook his head.
It looks like a fox with an eagle beak.
Valentine's eyes lit up.
"Then do we want it?"
Valentine made a clenched fist gesture.
"Of course."
"We hope His Majesty can take back that stupid order."
"Withdraw his ambition."
"For this reason, we have been searching for the truth."
"And until I find out the truth of the matter, I won't say anything, and the same goes for you."
Viscount Little said meaningfully.
"understood."
"I will take good care of that pawn."
Valentine nodded.
Then, the two nobles discussed in low voices.
After half an hour, the two nobles left the study at the same time.
Little took a carriage to the shantytowns on the Lower Seventh Ring Road.
Valentine went to the cathedral in a carriage.
At this time, the first rays of the sun have begun to appear on the horizon, and the brightness of the sky gradually fades the color of the night. Anyone with experience can tell that today will be a sunny day.
Those who have had a night's rest start to get up.
A new day begins.
New jobs naturally started.
At this time, being able to lie in bed is definitely a luxury, and it is definitely enviable.
Gino is the one to envy.
But if he could choose, he would never want to lie on the bed.
He is more used to picking up the long sword at this time and walking to the playground with everyone for training.
only…
After the scene yesterday morning, Gino clearly noticed the change in everyone's attitude towards him.
An invisible barrier appeared between him, his teammates and the captain.
And when he ordered to reflect in the room, the barrier began to spread.
The waiters and deacons looked at him strangely, as if looking at... a prisoner.
The young man immediately shook his head vigorously.
He won't admit who he is now.
He is still in his room.
Nor was he shackled.
He is not a prisoner!
The young man told himself so.
Then, he took a deep breath again and again.
When all was quiet, he put on his coat, took up his sword, and prepared to go to the confessional, where he would confess his sins.
He should not be made less firm by the delusion of heathens.
He shouldn't have forgotten the tenacity of the 'God of War' just because of the so-called tolerance of 'Mist'.
"It's all because I'm not tough enough!"
"It's all my fault!"
"I'm going to confess!"
The young man pushed open the door, and then he froze.
Outside his door, two deacons who were obviously 'dark hall' were guarding there.
"Knight Gino, you are not allowed to leave the room without the permission of the Saber Priest and above adults."
One of the deacons saw the young man who opened the door and said directly.
The other looked at the long sword in the young man's hand.
"Your sword needs to be handed over to us."
Facing the vigilant and hostile eyes of the two deacons, the young man handed over the sword in his hand in a daze. The young man didn't know how the door was closed.
He just sat on the bed blankly.
Something solid in his heart seemed to be breaking.
Following this shattering, a shadow began to appear in the room silently, whispering in the young man's ear.