Chapter 177
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In the lobby of the Black Pigeon Hotel. No advertisements.
The young dwarf sent by Frost Axe had fallen into a deep slumber on the ground. In the entire hotel, the only ones who could still maintain their consciousness were Pluch, the half-dragon and the gray cat he had adopted, and the masked visitor.
One of the grey cat-human cubs curiously lay on the railing of the corridor on the second floor and looked at the masked figure below.
But the person just raised his head and glanced at the grey cat-human cub with his scarlet pupils behind the mask. The instinct of felines to sense danger made the grey cat-human immediately run back to his room.
"Pester … I … I didn't expect you to come back."
Pluck looked at the special coin on the table. The surface of the coin was branded with the mark of a black pigeon.
In the Black Pigeon, an underground intelligence organization, only the older generation of members knew the meaning of this coin. That was, the founder of the Black Pigeon, and the absolute ruler.
Unfortunately, the holder of this coin had disappeared a long time ago, which caused the Black Pigeon to gradually fall apart. Until the appearance of the dark elf Qianmian, the largest underground intelligence organization in Noland was reorganized.
Pluck was one of the first few members of the Black Pigeon. Of course, he knew the coin and the person who held it.
"I've had enough of this city occupied by humans. Life in the Demon Realm makes me more comfortable, and it's the greatest honor of my life to be able to follow Her Highness Cersei."
The Black Pigeon was established to consolidate the position of the non-human organization in Noland. Unfortunately, the number of spellcasters who came to Noland from all directions to study was too large, so they were eventually driven to a corner of Noland and became the current Squirrel Street.
Pluck looked at this friend he hadn't seen for many years. Her attire had completely revealed her identity … as a watcher.
"The watcher of the Demon Realm's capital city came to this city … What are you planning to do?"
"Her Highness Cersei ordered me to bring her brother back to the Demon Realm."
Pester took out a slender glass container filled with a scarlet liquid. Just from the color of the liquid, one could tell that it was someone's blood.
"You know that our race can track the location of certain people based on their blood, but after coming to Noland, my 'sense of smell' might have been affected by Noland's barrier."
What Pester described could be regarded as the confidential content of the watcher's mission. Anyone who dared to eavesdrop in the Demon Realm, whether it was the watcher who leaked the secret or the guy who eavesdropped, would be severely punished.
But Paster didn't care about this, and she wasn't worried that Pluck would reveal these secrets.
"I need your help. I don't want to stay in this city full of humans for too long."
While Pester was speaking, Plucker felt that the blood flow in his body was starting to become a bit sluggish.
"What is the name of the target you are looking for?"
Even though the person in front of him had his life in her hands by controlling his blood, Plucker's face still maintained an expressionless look.
This swindler had already guessed the reason why Paster came to Noland, but since he was a faceless demon, known as a swindler, Plucker didn't intend to confess so quickly.
"Josiah, Josiah Yanorod, also a chaos demon. Do you know where he is hiding in this city?"
When Paster said the target's name, her scarlet pupils stared at the swindler, judging whether he was lying to her based on his heartbeat.
"You have no reason to hesitate. If this mission is successfully completed, I can guarantee that you can return to the Demon Realm with the cubs you adopted. I will find a place for you to settle down in the Demon Realm. It will definitely be much better than here."
Paster made a promise that she thought Plucker couldn't refuse.
As one of the founders of the Black Pigeon, she clearly knew how difficult it was for some non-human races to live in Squirrel Street in Noland.
Today's encounter at the Black Pigeon Hotel proved that if she hadn't arrived in time, the human merchant might have directly exposed the rude and ignorant nature of his race in the hotel.
"I'm sorry, Paster … I can't answer your question."
At first, Plucker was still hesitant to tell the watcher where Josiah was.
But after Pester made the promise of a 'safe haven in the Realm of Devils', Pluck instantly changed his mind.
Recently, the Black Pigeon Hotel's business was the best ever since the hotel was built!
Plucker didn't need to worry about money at all. Although there would sometimes be one or two troublemakers, most of the guests were well-behaved.
He had no reason to leave Noland, and all of this was given by Josiah.
Although Plucker's race was deceiving, he was not a villain.
This time, the negotiation completely fell into an impasse after Plucker's words, but the impasse was quickly broken by an owl flying in from the hotel window.
This owl instantly attracted their attention.
The owl had just entered the hotel, and before it could land, it suddenly fell from the second floor of the hotel and landed in the hands of the watcher, Paster.
The owl in Paster's hands waved its wings, as if it was still a little unconscious.
She opened the letter carried by the owl and glanced at the contents of the letter. She didn't understand most of the contents, but she knew that the signature at the end was "Josiah".
"It seems that Josiah Yanorod is your employer. I understand that you want to keep your employer a secret, but now … take me to him."
After Paster found clues about Josiah, she was not in the mood to continue chatting with her old friend.
She didn't like this city, so she was eager to complete the task and take Josiah back to the capital of the Demon Realm.
The watcher's voice didn't sound threatening at all, but the blood in Plucker's body had begun to gradually coagulate. If he didn't make a decision, he might die from diseases like myocardial infarction.
Paster began to regret turning his appearance into such a troublesome creature as a human. If his original body didn't have such an organ as a heart at all.
Paster's eyes looked upstairs, and this subtle movement broke the last line of defense in Plucker's heart.
The ones hiding upstairs were the two half-dragon and gray cat-human cubs.
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