Hearing the voice behind her, the veiled woman turned around. She saw a half-elf with pointy ears standing not far away. The half-elf was holding a big bag of fried beans in his hand. He was chewing while looking at her suspiciously.
"You can … see me?" The veiled woman, Melita Bonia, looked at the half-elf with some surprise. Of course, she remembered her. As a senior agent of the Mithril Vault, she had a good memory, so she also clearly remembered how powerful this half-elf guard was. How could a half-elf, who was only a little stronger than a goose, see her so easily?
"Is it difficult to see you?" Hu Po munched on the fried beans. Until now, she still hadn't figured out who this veiled woman in front of her was, so her face was full of curiosity. "Speaking of which, who are you? Are you a merchant? Finally, a merchant is willing to come to this place? "
She did not know how she connected the person in front of her with a merchant …
"Merchant … If you want to say it like that, it seems not bad." Melita smiled and removed her concealment effect and psychological suggestion spell. Fortunately, there was no one around. Otherwise, there would be a commotion if the people who came and went saw her on the street. "You're the guard of Duke Gwen Cecil, right? Please lead the way. I'm here to talk to him. "
"Oh (crunch crunch crunch), alright." Hu Po casually tossed two fried beans into his mouth, then walked to Melita and stretched out his hand. "(crunch crunch crunch) Three copper coins."
Melita was stunned. "Why?"
"Guide fee (crunch)," Amber replied.
"… Are you interested in working in the Mithril Vault?" Melita asked.
"Huh?" Hu Po was stunned for a moment. Then, the words' Mithril Treasury 'brought her back to reality. She immediately thought of something and distanced herself from Melita by a few meters. "Ah! Mithril Vault! I remember now! I've seen you before! "
"That's me." Melita smiled. She found this half-elf quite interesting. Her every reaction was so exaggerated that it left a deep impression on Melita. "Your lord invited me here. So, do you still want a guide fee?"
"Tsk, I thought I could earn some extra money. I can't even earn an errand fee for being that old dumpling's lackey. What a loss," Amber muttered. She then waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, come with me. I'll take you to see him."
Under Amber's lead, Melita soon arrived at the depths of the territory. She saw a large tent erected in the middle of the open space. Beside the open space, a foundation had been laid. A large number of bricks, wood and stones were piled up at the side. It seemed like they were preparing to build a large house.
"He's in the tent. He probably hasn't taken a nap yet." Amber strode towards the tent. "Wait outside. I'll go in and inform him."
After a while, Melita heard the half-elf's loud voice from the tent, "Gwen! The one called my.
Pony's agent is here to see you! "
Melita frowned in confusion. Why did that guy and the people around him pronounce their names so strangely?
Gawain had been waiting for this Miss Proxy to visit him for many days. Today, she finally arrived. The Miss Proxy was still dressed in the same way as last time. She wore a peculiar gauze dress and a light purple veil covering her face. She had a mysterious and elegant temperament.
Amber saw the agent strolling around the brick kiln factory. Before that, no one had reported that there was an outsider in the territory.
She was really a mysterious young lady.
"Long time no see, Miss Melita." Gwen stood up from behind the table with a smile on his face. "I thought you'd have to wait for a long time. After all, the transportation here is not very convenient. Please take a seat. "
"The Mithril Vault always has a lot of convenient ways." Melita smiled back. "And I'm glad you finally pronounced my name correctly."
Gwen was a little embarrassed. "Ahahaha … Don't be so sure. You may pronounce it wrong next time."
"Duke, you're a funny man." Melita bowed and said politely.
She still did not take off her veil, but apparently Gwen did not care. He just looked at the agent from the Mithril Vault curiously. "You seem to have 'visited' my territory? What do you think? "
"It's a very good place. It's better than I thought. And there are a lot of strange … magical devices." Melita said frankly. "But I'm more curious about this place. You still live in a tent, but you let the civilians live in wooden houses. That's strange."
"Most of them are workshops or accommodation for technicians. The infrastructure of the territory must be prioritized," Gwen explained. "As for here … you should have seen the large open space next to the tent. My tent will be torn down soon."
Melita's eyes widened slightly. "I thought that was a barracks for Knight and the soldiers. It seems that you don't intend to build a castle for yourself?"
"We'll talk about it later. It's a waste to build one now." Gwen waved his hand. "Let's not talk about this. Let's get down to business."
"Of course." Melita still remembered the purpose of her visit. "Please let me see the ring you got."
Gwen took out the Mithril Ring he got from the cultists, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Melita.
The moment the agent saw the silver-white ring, she squinted slightly and her eyes became serious. Obviously, the ring was real.
She picked up the ring, put it in front of her, and carefully observed it. She rubbed the inside of the ring to confirm the encrypted pattern. Finally, she put the ring to her lips and whispered a few syllables.
The syllables sounded vague and indistinguishable, but Gawain's keen senses told him that they were not ordinary incantations. The murmur did not sound like something that could be produced by a human's vocal cords. As the syllables fell, the surface of the ring suddenly glowed with a hazy light and trembled slightly.
After a full ten seconds, the phenomenon gradually dissipated.
After completing this seemingly special spell, Melita exhaled softly, but her voice was not relaxed at all. Instead, it was extraordinarily serious. "It's true … It's a VIP token from the Mithril Vault. Its owner is Bard Wendell."
"Bard Wendell?" Gwen frowned. He did not know most of the big shots of this era, but he was familiar with many of their surnames. "I've heard of the surname Wendell. There was a hothead among the group of people who went to the east with the surname Wendell."
"Yes, Bard Wendell, the son of the Wendell Family of the Typhon Empire." Melita's eyes looked very serious. "You should be able to guess that the Wendell Family is as old as your Cecil family. It has been passed down to the present day and is already one of the most famous families in the Typhon Empire. The current Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell is the most powerful 'Knight Lord' in the Typhon Empire. He was also the Wolf General two generations ago. And he is the descendant of the 'hothead' you mentioned."
"Lord Knight Lord?" Gwen frowned. "Is it the kind of lord I know?"
"No, it's a unique title after the military reform of the Typhon Empire," Melita explained casually. "The Typhon Empire has undergone many reforms in recent decades, especially in the military. They have reorganized and registered all the extraordinary fighters such as Knight, warriors, mages, and so on, forming the 'Empire Army' that is not based on the private soldiers of the nobles. The Lord Knight Lord is the military leader of the Knight Regiment in this army."
Gwen was just casually asking and did not expect to hear such news. He frowned immediately. "The Typhon Empire has established a professional and formal Extraordinary Army?!"
"Yes." Melita nodded matter-of-factly. "That's why their military strength has developed so quickly."
"… Those good-for-nothings the Captical." Gwen subconsciously clenched his fists. "I didn't hear any news about this when I was in Ansu. Even when I asked the nobles the Captical, I couldn't get any information about this!"
"Yes, they are not really ignorant of what's happening in their neighboring country, but it's hard to say why they don't want to take it to heart." Melita shrugged indifferently. "We can discuss this kind of national-level issues later. Let's continue to talk about the cultists and the ring."
"Okay." Gwen loosened his fists. "What's the relationship between the owner of this ring, Bart Wendell, and the current Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell?"
"Bart Wendell is the only son of Grand Duke Ferdinand and the former Wolf General," Melita said word by word. "And most importantly, he disappeared more than a decade ago!"
Gwen's eyes became strange. "The heir of the Wendell family, the general of the Typhon Empire, it's not surprising that he's a big client of the Mithril Vault. But … the one I saw in Tanzania Town was a Level Five Fallen Druil!"
The difference between the two identities was so huge that Gwen could not connect them at all. He glanced at the ring in Melita's hand and shook his head. "Now I'm beginning to suspect that the cultists have stolen or found this ring."
"Unfortunately, your suspicion is still not valid." Melita shook her head. "I've checked. Except for your contact record, this ring has not been touched by anyone who doesn't fit the identity. In other words, this ring has been on Bart Wendell's hand before this and has never changed owners.
"The Level Five Fallen Druil you saw … is Bart Wendell himself."
Gwen was stunned speechless.
But soon, a few details flashed through his mind.
When he fought with the cultists before, the cultists always subconsciously fought in close combat. Even if they had more powerful witchcraft, the cultists still chose to hide in the shadows and assassinate him with a sword.
In the battle, the cultists showed extremely brilliant swordsmanship and obviously had a lot of experience with the sword.
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