After flipping through the entire letter, Smarty felt a chill run down his spine.
A demon lord that could open the Gates of Hell and allow troops to come and go as they please?
Without a doubt, this was an extremely important piece of information. In fact, he was puzzled by the fact that the Snow Reflection Castle had fallen without a single scratch. However, other than confirming that the demons had invaded the city from the north, he had heard all sorts of theories. It was obvious that the civilians who had witnessed the demons' arrival had all died in the invasion.
Now, he had finally obtained confirmation.
However, what shocked him even more was that this demon lord was actually familiar with the rules of the human race. Not only did he know how to deal with the nobles, he had also become the actual ruler of the Kingdom of Everwinter in a short period of time. Currently, the mobilization of the civilians in the various territories was basically under his instructions. The benefits that he had promised were also quite generous, definitely not something that the people of Graycastle would be able to provide.
In addition, the description of the movements of the civilians in the letter was also very valuable. Although it could not be compared to the distribution of the demons' forces, at least it could be roughly analyzed where they had gone.
What was certain was that the person who wrote this letter was definitely not a rat or a merchant. From this perspective, this person must be at the top of the Kingdom of Everwinter.
The contents of the entire letter were well-organized and clear. There was no need to transcribe it, and it was also difficult to simplify it. As long as it was sent out in full, it would be an important piece of information. In terms of priority, it was without a doubt the highest grade.
The problem was that the merchant caravan used to deliver the information had only left the Snow Reflection Castle yesterday. In order not to attract as much attention as possible, Black Money had only placed one person in the caravan, and that person was the coachman. It was almost impossible for the caravan to turn back, and it would take a week for the next caravan to depart.
In addition to the stop-and-go time on the road, the delivery time would only be even longer.
Smarty hesitated for a long time before finally standing up and putting all the other papers on the table into the cabinet, leaving only the letter.
Next, he sealed the letter with a waterproof wax.
After doing all this, he blew out the oil lamp and put the letter away. He returned to the first floor and gestured to the Silencer.
"I want to go out of the city personally. If there is an accident here, light the kerosene downstairs. "
Just as Smarty was about to turn and leave, the Silencer reached out and grabbed him, shook her head slightly, and then pointed at herself.
You want me to stay and leave the dangerous things to you …
Smarty chuckled. "I'm just delivering a letter. I'll be back in two or three days at most. You don't know how to speak, and you don't know where the meeting point is, so you can't help me. "
However, there were no such complicated words in sign language, so he only made a hand gesture. "This is an order."
She loosened her grip on his hand.
Smarty patted him on the chest and left the house without looking back.
Since his master had requested his full assistance to Graycastle, it was of utmost importance to deliver this letter as soon as possible. After all, according to the people of Graycastle, information was time-sensitive. The longer the news was delayed, the more variables there would be.
For this reason, they had set up an emergency contact point in a village more than ten miles away from the city. They had also set up an incredible animal messenger. It was said that the message could be sent to the Kingdom of Dawn in just a few days.
That village was the target of his trip.
Leaving the Snow Reflection Castle without permission was risky, but generally speaking, it was still manageable. In fact, there were people escaping the Northern Region every day, and even leaving the Kingdom of Everwinter through various means. Although the Red Mist and the blood-like Crimson Moon did not have a substantial impact on people's lives, Graycastle's propaganda and rumors of demons were gradually spreading. No matter how the Lord tried to stop them, he could not completely dispel people's fear of these terrifying alien races.
These escapees were undoubtedly his best cover.
Smarty knew that as long as he acted alone, the possibility of being targeted by flying demons was not high. As for the guards on the main roads, it was even easier to get rid of them. After all, the Golden Dragon was the norm in the human world.
The reality was not much different from what he had expected.
When the sun was about to rise the next day, Smarty passed through the south gate of the Snow Reflection Castle safely. In order to monopolize the few gold royals in his pocket, the guard did not even alarm the others and quietly opened the small door on the inner side of the castle wall.
Once he crossed the Ice Abyss, there were no more obstacles.
Every time he saw a black shadow in the sky, he would quickly dive into the snow. His white coat was a natural camouflage, and the footprints were not much different from those made by wild beasts.
In the afternoon, he could faintly see the smoke rising from the village.
Wiping the frost off his nose, Smarty could not help but quicken his pace.
Just like in the city, he did not need to contact the people of Graycastle. He only needed to leave the information at the agreed location and leave a secret code.
But at this moment, the sound of hooves came from behind him.
Smarty could not help but be stunned. He turned around, and his heart sank. Damn it, why are there Snow Reflection Castle cavalry here?
The people of Graycastle had chosen this village because it was in a remote location. It would be difficult for one or two outsiders to sneak in. Usually, the nobles would choose to intercept refugees near the main road, so there was no reason for them to come here.
The distance between the two quickly narrowed. It was obvious that the other party had seen him, and it was impossible for him to hide.
Smarty simply stopped and put on a fawning smile. The other party had two horses, so as long as they gave him enough Golden Dragon, they should not make things too difficult for him.
The cavalryman stopped his horse in front of him and looked down at him. "Brother, I knew that these refugees would choose a remote road. As expected, we found one."
"Ah, good luck."
As expected … are they patrol to catch refugees?
"My, my lord, please let me live!" Smarty pretended to be extremely scared and fell to his knees in the snow. He held up the money bag with both hands, revealing the eye-catching Golden Dragon inside. "I really don't want to stay in the same place as those demons from hell. They are all monsters who eat people without blinking! I am willing to give you all my savings, please let me go! "
"Oh? You have quite a lot of savings. "The cavalryman bent over and took the money bag, a hint of a smile in his voice.
"Now it's all yours … Right, right, I have relatives in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. As long as you don't take me back, I will find a chance to repay you in the future!"
"Get up."
Smarty secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Generally speaking, at this point, he had passed. Refugees who were able to save up Golden Dragon were definitely rare, and even the "relatives in the neighboring country" would be more believable. If there was no benefit to killing, they would not want to cause more trouble. After all, letting one or two refugees go would not cause them any loss, so there was no need to cut off the possibility of repayment in the future.
However, the cavalryman did not wave his hand and tell him to get lost. Instead, he lifted his helmet and said, "Look at me carefully."
There was a striking scar on his cheek, as if he had been bitten by a ferocious beast. His entire ear was missing, and even half of his eye was deformed and twisted.
The rolled flesh showed that the wound had obviously just healed.
"My lord, this is …"
"Graycastle's firearms injured me," the cavalryman said slowly. "At that time, everyone thought that I could not be saved, but I still survived. Even now, I can still feel the burning pain on my face, reminding me who caused all this — "
In the end, his voice was completely cold.
A strong sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Smarty's heart.
However, before he could pull away, another person who called himself a younger brother had already raised his hand and ruthlessly lashed the horsewhip across his face.
Smarty only felt his vision go black, and he fell down holding his face.
"That's right, it's you! If it weren't for you bunch of damned refugees, why would I have to risk my life against Graycastle! What Battle of Divine Will, what destiny of mankind, it's all bullshit! " At this point, the cavalryman's voice was close to a roar. "Don't worry, I won't take you back, and I won't kill you here — the only thing I want to do is to let you have a taste of my pain!"
Then, he pulled the reins and urged his horse to trample on Smarty's legs.
"Crack —"
An indescribable pain instantly surged into Smarty's brain, and he subconsciously screamed out.
Then, the second leg.
Only when the snow was stained with blood and his legs became a blurry mess of flesh did the cavalryman stop trampling on him.
"Don't worry, you're not the first, and you won't be the last." Knight laughed sinisterly. "Now … you can run to your heart's content."
Smarty did not notice when the two people left.
He bit hard on his lip, forcing his scattered consciousness to focus.
He had completely lost feeling in the lower half of his body, and the snow was slowly draining his body temperature.
He touched the clothes on his chest, and the letter was still in its original position — in the eyes of the two people, he was no different from a dead man.
Unexpectedly, he did not resent the two people in his mind, nor did he feel a strong sense of unwillingness. Under the torture of the stinging pain and the cold, it was extremely difficult to think, and the only thing left in his mind was the information in his arms.
Smarty used the last of his strength to move towards the agreed upon location.
When he climbed to the top of a hill overlooking the village, the curtain of night was slowly enveloping the land. The occasional flickering of the fire in the village seemed close at hand, but also seemed as far away as the stars.
He did not put the letter in the hiding place, because he himself was the last container for the information.
As the darkness was about to engulf everything, the kind face of his master, Banach Lothar, appeared in front of Smarty's eyes.
He closed his eyes and whispered softly.
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