"Sir, there's no response from the Space Lock Magic Ball." The night was getting late. The hotel hall, which had been commandeered by the Church of the God of Aristocracy, was brightly lit. A knight in black chain armor came down the stairs and reported to a woman who was sitting on a chair near the door, reading a book leisurely.
The woman put down the book, and a trace of surprise and doubt appeared on her beautiful face. "Strange … Crick should have escaped by now. Don't tell me he doesn't even have a Teleportation or Return Scroll on him? "
"Maybe he wants to leave the city through the tunnel." A female mage sitting at the table next to her with her legs crossed said casually, "The Keane family has been in business for generations. Maybe there's a tunnel leading to the outside of the city."
As she spoke, she stretched her waist lazily and switched her crossed legs. When she switched, the high slit of her mage robe revealed her body. The eyes of the knights nearby obviously lit up, but they all turned their heads away in tacit understanding, not daring to look at her for too long.
This woman's tricks were very powerful. Don't mess with her!
The woman who was reading the book was Maggie Smith, the person in charge of the Church of the God of Aristocracy. She pondered for a moment, shook her head and said, "I've infiltrated the Keane family like a sieve before, and I've never heard of any tunnel. Although Krieg's means are good now, and he has excluded my people from the decision-making level, it's impossible for a tunnel to suddenly appear. This is impossible! "
"So he's so stupid that he hasn't realized it yet?" The female mage asked. "I don't think a person who has become so famous in just a few months can be so stupid."
Maggie nodded slightly and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, she asked a bearded man in heavy armor beside her, "Paul, if it were you, what would you do?"
The burly man was extremely tall and had a rather formidable appearance. The rarest thing about him was that he had a righteous look on his face. He gave off the vibe of a righteous hero. He heard Maggie's question, pondered for a moment, and said, "As a vassal of His Majesty the Grand Duke, I can't escape my responsibilities. So I'll make arrangements for my funeral and prepare to take my subordinates to the battle. Of course, it's still necessary to delay as much time as possible. After all, a little more delay means one more day of life. "
Maggie and the female mage looked at each other and suddenly understood.
For them, who put themselves above everything else, "self-sacrifice" was absolutely not an option, so the two did not think in that direction at all. But that Baron Keane was a person who could be considered a model of morality amongst the nobles. A single conscription order was enough to force him to his death. Running away wasn't within his scope of consideration at all.
These were two completely different outlooks on life and values. That was why he couldn't see through them.
"You've done well." Maggie smiled slightly, nodded slightly to the bearded man, and praised him. She was satisfied to see the man's happy expression. She was quite dissatisfied.
In order to deal with Krieg, she had used a lot of methods, made a lot of arrangements, and gathered a lot of people. In the end, she found that everything was useless, and her opponent had died. She couldn't help but feel as if she had punched cotton, which was very uncomfortable.
It was just like how she spent a lot of effort to convince a decent adventurer to pretend to be Paul, the adventurer who saved her and her sister when they were in danger when they were young. She purposely used this fake to deceive her brother who had always admired Paul. She originally planned to find a chance to trick the genius but stupid and stubborn brother into a trap. If the bastard refused to change his faith, she would stab him to death and offer him as a sacrifice to Her Majesty the Noble Maid. But the idiot went to the Eagle Kingdom to die because of an oracle of the God of Knights …
Damn it! Damn it! It's too damn it! That bastard! If he wants to die, he can only die in my hands!
She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to suppress the irritation in her heart. Then she regained her calmness and ordered, "In this case, everyone should have a good rest these days. When the news of Crick's death comes, we will kill his sister. Anyway, since we are here, we must grab the territory and industry of the Keane family! "
All the subordinates obeyed the order. The hard battle in the original plan turned into bullying the little girl. Naturally, it was easy and happy. The most important thing was that the benefits were not discounted at all. How cool it was!
Margie picked up the book "The Art of Performance" written by the famous poet Schwalier von Stolovsky Franz again and read it carefully.
She was not a genius, so she had to seize the time to improve herself, so that she could always grasp the right direction in the turbulent times of life.
Probably at this time, in a room in Eagle Wing City, Viscount Eric's clerk was writing something seriously.
He was using a brush introduced by the Void Mask Chamber of Commerce. He dipped it in a pungent green ink and wrote on a piece of red animal skin that emitted a bloody smell.
And what he wrote was the situation of the scouts who came to apply for the job during the day. Among them, he especially emphasized the matter of Leon. He recorded all the information of this young elite of the Guild of Thieves in as much detail as possible — appearance, clothing, habits of speech and behavior, main abilities, character evaluation, and so on.
After writing a whole piece of animal skin, he carefully checked it to make sure there was no mistake, picked up the animal skin, and threw it into the burning brazier on the ground next to him.
It was strange that this animal skin looked quite solid, but as soon as it came into contact with the flame, it immediately burned quickly. The flame was small, but it burned very fast. Almost in the time it took to say one or two words, the whole animal skin had been burned into white ashes, piled up in the brazier, without a trace.
The clerk carefully checked the brazier, and then covered the rest of the ink, carefully wrapped it, and put it into an inconspicuous box. The box was made of special wood that could absorb smell, and there was a lot of such ink and animal skin in it.
After doing this, he cleaned up everything on the table, took out two magic scrolls, and cleaned himself to absorb the smell in the room. Then, he burned the magic scrolls that had lost their magic power and turned into blank parchment paper. Finally, he opened the door and windows to let in the wind for a while, and then all traces were gone.
After everything was done, he put out the brazier, and went back to his bedroom to sleep.
And in the camp of the Orc army thousands of miles away, there was a heavily guarded tent. Inside the tent, a few Orcs who were obviously strong sat there seriously, paying attention to the pieces of animal skin pinned to the magic array in the air.
Those magic arrays were all made of precious materials, and each magic array corresponded to a contact point. As long as there was a message from the contact point, this place would receive it immediately.
At this moment, words floated up on a piece of animal skin, and soon covered the entire animal skin. It was exactly what the clerk had written.
An Orc took down the animal skin and replaced it with a blank one. Then, he carefully read the information.
"Oh!" he said with a little worry. "Another powerful character has come from the human side!"
An Orc next to him came over to take a look, and also frowned. "Where did such a powerful character come from? The stealth ability of a high-level thief, the shooting ability of a high-level ranger, and the keen observation ability … Such a scout can be called a trump card! "
"This information must be reported quickly. We must arrange for someone to eliminate this guy, and remove this unstable factor as soon as possible!" The leader of the Orcs said coldly. "His Majesty's great cause must not be hindered by any enemy!"
All the Orcs responded solemnly, and an Orc immediately took the document and went out to report.
After a while, the document was sent to the hands of a man who wore a hood even in his own army camp, and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Lord Altair, Lord Ilo asked me to give this to you," the messenger reported. "Lord Ilo asked you to arrange for people to eliminate the hidden danger as soon as possible."
The hooded man did not say anything, and only nodded to show that he understood.
After the messenger left, he unrolled the rolled animal skin and looked at it carefully. Then, a cold laugh came from under the hood.
"A little guy with the abilities of a thief and a ranger, and a high-level ranger on both sides … No wonder they are so worried! If this person appears in the scout battle, who knows how much trouble he will bring to us! "
"Alright, since I have nothing to do, I will personally make a trip to ensure that this hidden danger is eliminated!"
As he spoke, he walked to the entrance of the tent, handed the animal skin to the guard, and gave a few words of advice. Then, he disappeared into the shadows without any warning.
After only a few minutes, his figure appeared again in the air force camp, and he asked the quartermaster for a magic beast mount that was not strong in combat, but could fly all day long and very fast.
"Lord Altair, I wish you a smooth trip!"
Amidst the cheers of the soldiers, the most powerful master of stealth and assassination in the Orc army, the dangerous person who inherited the name of "assassin," waved to the ground, and slowly rose into the sky on a flying magic beast that had been resting. He flew toward the south, and soon disappeared into the night.
Leon, who was sleeping in the guest room of Viscount Tariq's mansion, was suddenly shocked and opened his eyes.
There was a flash of light in his hand, and the Divine Avenger had been pulled out. The moonlight shone through the window, and the silver-white blade had strange ripples. He closed his eyes and concentrated his spirit on the sword. A mysterious power connected his spirit with this magic sword, making him feel as if he had turned into a gust of wind and was rising into the sky.
In the northern sky, a dark red aura was slowly approaching.
The strange ripples gradually subsided, and Leon opened his eyes, revealing a cold smile.
"It seems that someone from the Orcs is specifically coming for me …" He snorted coldly and said unhappily, "The Eagle Kingdom has been infiltrated into a sieve. I have just arrived today, and the Orcs actually know about it!"
"Forget it, tracking down traitors is not something a 'dead' person like me should do. I'd better get ready and properly 'welcome' this' friend 'who has come from afar! "
He looked at the magic sword that was shining with cold light, and the corner of his mouth curled up dangerously.
"I must give him an 'unforgettable' lesson …"
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