Hmm? "Irina stared at Meg, and then at the lady with a frown.
The lady looked at Meg's outstretched right hand, and gradually became excited. She grabbed Meg's hand and nodded with satisfaction. "Yes! That's the feeling! "
The corner of Meg's mouth twitched a few times, and he hurriedly asked, "What feeling?"
"The feeling of finding the organization," the lady said with certainty.
"Yes, welcome back." Meg heaved a sigh of relief. That's right. That's the normal way to talk.
"Also, the feeling of being a man." A sly smile appeared on the lady's face.
Meg hurriedly retracted his hand, and took out a Gray Temple token. He coughed softly, and said, "Comrade Old Sim, this is my identity token. I wonder if you've received any notice from the organization."
"Yes, I've already received a notice from the organization to fully cooperate with you." Old Sim took the token and looked at it seriously. Then, he looked up at Meg blankly, and asked, "Is there a specific posture requirement?"
"Not this kind of cooperation." Meg pulled back his token speechlessly, and helplessly said, "There are too many people outside. Let's go in first."
"Yes, yes, yes. Please come in." Old Sim nodded, and hurriedly stepped aside to let Meg enter first.
Meg looked up and nodded at Irina. He used his eyes to indicate that everything was under control, and that he would explain to her later. Then, he walked into the courtyard.
As soon as he entered, the aroma of wine assailed his nostrils. The houses on both sides of the courtyard were probably wine cellars.
There were some skirts and clothes hanging in the courtyard. There was a cute swing in the corner, and feminine decorations and ornaments could be seen everywhere.
Meg suddenly understood why Irina had said those words earlier.
Really, it was already considered light that she didn't beat him to death on the spot.
"Did the organization assign me a special mission? I've been waiting for this day for ten years. I'm willing to sacrifice everything for the organization, including my life! "Old Sim closed the door and rushed to Meg excitedly.
"Miss Old Sim, are you the best brewer in the Falk Tribe?" Meg wasn't in a hurry to talk about the mission. Instead, he looked at Old Sim suspiciously. This girl looked like she was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She didn't look like an experienced brewer at all, much less the best rum brewer in the world that the system had mentioned.
"After my grandfather passed away, I became the best rum brewer in the world." The girl nodded confidently, then shook her head with a smile. "Old Sim is my grandfather. Actually, my name is Hannah."
"You're not Old Sim!" Meg was shocked again. Didn't that mean he was f * cking exposed?
"No, I'm Old Sim." The girl shook her head again.
"Then, your grandfather …" Meg was a little confused.
"Old Sim is my grandfather's name. It's also a code name. After my grandfather passed away, I took over his position in the organization, and kept Old Sim's code name," Hannah said with a smile. "So, I'm Hannah, and also Old Sim."
Meg's eyebrows twitched. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he felt that it shouldn't be like this.
"Gray Temple?" On the wall, Irina looked at Meg and Hannah with a contemplative expression.
Although she was still a little hostile toward this woman who threw herself at Meg, judging from their conversation, it shouldn't be the kind of relationship she had imagined.
As for the organization, she couldn't think of any other organization that Meg was close to apart from the Gray Temple.
Meg restrained his expression, and calmly said to Hannah, "Alright. Since that's the case, the first mission given to you by the organization is to teach me how to brew rum."
"Huh???"
Hannah was stunned, and hesitantly said, "Just to teach you how to brew rum?"
"Yes, this is a very important mission." Meg nodded with certainty.
"I've waited for so many years. Isn't there a more exciting mission?" Hannah tried to say, "For example, poisoning the new chief at the conferring banquet, or burying the eldest son of the Aug Tribe's chief who will be attending the conferring banquet tomorrow …"
"Oh, this lass is smart." Irina, who was originally not interested and was about to leave early, suddenly looked at Hannah with interest. That's how she should do things.
Meg was slightly stunned when he heard that. He looked at Hannah with a strange expression, and said, "From your identity, you're an informant who provides information."
"No, I'm a spy." Hannah raised her head and puffed out her chest.
"Alright, I'll keep the first one you mentioned. I won't consider the second one for now." Meg nodded, and continued, "Apart from that, another important objective of our trip is to rescue the former chief's son who's being held captive."
"Ferdinand? I know him. That prince who's even more shy than his sister." Hannah's eyes lit up. "Are we going to take action now?"
"No, no, no. We still need to formulate a plan and accurate information for the specific operation. I came to look for you tonight to verify some information and locations." Meg quickly pulled Hannah, who was about to go get her weapon. He was speechless. This lass was really an impatient informant. It was a good thing that he hadn't used her for so many years.
"I know where he's being held." Hannah looked at Meg strangely.
"Er …"
Meg withdrew his hand from Hannah's sleeve awkwardly. He still looked at Hannah strangely. "You really know where he's being held?"
"Yes. The people in the Falk Tribe's inner city all like to buy alcohol from me. This is also the only way I can obtain information." Hannah nodded, and continued, "There was a guard leader drinking at my place yesterday. I put some talkative water in his drink, and he told me where Ferdinand is being held captive. If I remember correctly, it's the dungeon under the northern city wall of the inner city. He's being held in solitary confinement."
"The dungeon under the northern city wall?" Meg frowned, and pondered seriously for a while. There was no mention of this dungeon in the information that the Gray Temple gave him.
"I've never heard of this dungeon before, either. But that fellow was really a chatterbox yesterday, so he told me the exact location," Hannah said with a smile.
"You're really an outstanding informant …" Meg didn't know what to say anymore.
"Then, are we going to take action now? I've even prepared my night suit, and I'm just waiting for the day the organization's orders arrive. "Hannah had already started to unbutton her collar.
"Wait!"
Meg quickly stopped her.
He helplessly said, "Although that fellow might be telling the truth when he's drunk, we still don't know the exact situation in that dungeon, including the internal map, the guards' situation, the rotation situation, and the exact situation of the prisoners being held. If we act rashly, not only will the operation fail, we might even threaten our own safety."
"Sigh … Boring." Hannah was discouraged immediately. She frowned and pouted as she looked at Meg. "Then, what exactly can I do?"
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