Although she dealt with the enemy quickly and decisively, this was indeed Nora's first time 'killing' someone. Even after running for two blocks, her hands were still trembling, and her face was as pale as a vampire's. After running like this for five to six minutes, she finally calmed down when she returned to the intelligence transfer point according to the predetermined route.
"Calm down, calm down …"
She recalled what Sodelor had said when he talked to her about "killing". That guy always said that when one became a soldier, one's attitude toward killing was the same as slaughtering pigs. There was no need to feel guilty, and the only thing she had to do was adapt.
"Adapt … Yes, I have to adapt."
Nora had thought that the intelligence system might stay away from killing, but she didn't expect to encounter something like this on her first mission. With her abilities, it wasn't difficult for her to escape. But as an intelligence officer, she knew very well that there was no risk of her identity being exposed. For sudden incidents like this, her training was to 'cut the weeds at the roots'. There was no leeway.
Ensuring that nothing went wrong during the mission was the prerequisite.
She rubbed her cheeks hard, and then used her transformation ability to change her appearance to that of an ordinary human. After he calmed his breathing, he walked into an inconspicuous grocery store on the side of the street.
"What do you need?"
"I want to see the specialties of Paar. The more expensive, the better."
The clerk in the store looked up at her and replied, "Sorry, we don't sell things from Paar."
"Then I'll pay a deposit and reserve some."
Nora took out a silver coin and handed it over. The clerk took it and placed it on an inconspicuous magic circle under the counter. When the slight vibration disappeared, he confirmed Nora's identity and nodded. "No problem. What do you want?"
This was the next step. Nora handed over all the information she had gathered today. The clerk took it without saying a word, then said in a low voice, "It's dangerous here. Good luck."
She smiled and turned to leave the store.
As a field agent, Nora came here with a very perfect disguise. As a maid of Baron Waitley's house outside the city, she had to return to the manor before nightfall.
But not long after she left the store, Nora saw a man dressed like a farmer walking beside her. He said in a low voice, "I like to eat Marfran cheese."
"I heard it tastes like rotten salted fish."
The incoherent conversation was a secret code. Clearly, this farmer was also a member of the CIA. Nora turned her head and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Jonathan, the first batch of local field personnel," the farmer answered while looking ahead. But Nora did not reply, because she remembered the field operation rules. If there was no mission requirement in the same area, field personnel were strictly prohibited from interacting with each other.
"You must be thinking that this is not allowed by the rules, right? In fact, the first batch of us thought so at the beginning, but what about now? They are either dead or injured. When they encounter difficulties, they don't even have someone to help them … "
After walking a dozen meters, Jonathan looked at the hesitant Nora and said in a low voice, "You don't look more than 20 years old. Are you really willing to do something so dangerous at such a young age?"
Nora nodded, but her movements were a little hesitant.
"Ha, of course we have to be loyal to Efta. That was just a sigh. Don't think too much about it." Jonathan said as he turned in another direction. "Hogg Bar in three days. If you have time, I can buy you a drink tonight."
After saying that, he walked on another path, leaving Nora alone in a daze.
After the figure disappeared, Nora's confused expression was quickly replaced by caution. The first thing that came to her mind was the things she had learned during training. Because the foundation of the "intelligence agency" was built on the business of Paar, many of the field personnel in various areas were "untrained" and had not received professional training in Elsen City.
This Jonathan was obviously an example of that. If he had stayed in Elsen City, he would know how terrifying a person like Nora, who had received the most rigorous training, had gone through. And he obviously did not realize that the village girl he had just chatted with was the strongest and most loyal agent in the current intelligence agency.
So, Nora, who had sensed something unusual, continued to walk a few streets, turned into an alley, and then … disappeared into the shadows.
*****
May 5th.
This day was the seventeenth birthday of Charles II's second daughter. In the past, this kind of event was celebrated behind closed doors in the palace, but this year was different. The leader of the Red Dragons, Queo, had agreed to Charles II's "marriage" proposal. Iscar, the strongest of the younger generation of the Red Dragons, was engaged to Charles II's young and beautiful daughter, Rowling. The wedding date was set in November of this year.
Charles II and Queo believed that the war was coming to an end, and a marriage would help both sides better cooperate.
This was the first time for both the Dragons and humans, and it inevitably caused a stir in the whole kingdom.
The Royal Daily News carried out a comprehensive publicity campaign, and the entire page was filled with information about Iskar and Princess Rowling, although the people eventually grew tired of reading about it. In the end, the people got tired of reading this content, but when they talked about it at the dinner table, everyone still couldn't avoid this topic.
In fact, the engagement had also caused a lot of waves within the Dragons. Whether Iscar was willing or not, for the proud Dragons to suddenly be betrothed to a human wife was no different from the son of a powerful Duke being betrothed to the daughter of a bricklayer … How could he be happy?
If there were any Dragons who were willing to marry a human, the Red Dragons, who had always looked down on humans, would definitely be the last one. However, after Cuiao did this, the other overlords of the Dragon Clan felt an invisible pressure … because they could see Cuiao's determination and ambition in this matter.
As for Charles II, he was indeed very pleased with himself at this moment. The birthday party held in the palace cost a lot of money. The invited guests said all kinds of blessings, and everyone was lively all day until midnight.
The messy banquet hall was being cleaned by the servants. No matter how good Charles II's alcohol tolerance was, he was still a little drunk after drinking for half a day. When he returned to the study, he found his daughter, Rowling, already standing in the room.
"Father."
Rowling had always been obedient to her father since she was a child. In fact, as a princess, she had long expected the fate of her "marriage". She just didn't expect that her husband would be a Dragons. This kind of thing sounded good, but as the person involved, she couldn't hide her uneasiness.
"You still haven't gone to rest? Rowling, I know … This is not fair to you, but Lord Queo is a proud Dragons. He definitely won't let Iscar bully you. "
With his daughter's help, Charles II sat on the armchair. He leaned back, his eyes a little swollen because of the drunkenness. When he mentioned the Dragons, his eyes flashed with some kind of emotion. "This is an opportunity for the Kingdom of Karen. As the monarch, I must seize it …"
"I, I understand your painstaking efforts, Father."
Rowling wanted to speak her mind like before, but when she saw her father's deep obsession with unifying the kingdom, she finally swallowed her words.
"Rowling, help me get the map."
Charles II waved his hand, and his daughter obediently spread out the one-meter-long scroll on the table in front of him. With the help of alcohol, Charles II inexplicably felt a sense of heroism towards the map in front of him, which he had seen countless times. As a daughter, although Rowling was not in a good mood, she knew that she should make her father happy at this time, so she asked in a low voice, "Next, are we going to attack?"
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