Corin knew?!
Kurt Horton was stunned.
She had thought of many answers but not this one.
After all, her disguise wasn't just changing into a man's outfit and blinding the people around her into thinking she was a man. She really used many kinds of secret spells.
If she didn't remove the spell, the naked eye wouldn't be able to tell she was a woman.
Even physiologically, it was the same.
Could it be some kind of secret spell of the Demon Hunters?
Rumor had it that the Demon Hunters were very good at tracking and distinguishing their targets. They could swiftly identify the pagans in a group of people.
The young noble looked at Kieran, guessing in his heart.
Then …
She was getting more and more bashful and embarrassed.
Once she thought about how she appeared in front of her friend in a man's appearance, which she thought was flawless, but in her friend's eyes, she looked like a woman, a deep blush started to appear on Kurt Horton's face. Even the secret spell couldn't stop it.
"Erm … Erm …"
Kurt Horton wanted to say something to cover up the awkward atmosphere, but her panicked mind rendered her speechless.
Likewise, Kieran didn't want to speak first.
The reason why he knew Kurt Horton's true gender wasn't because he discovered something, but because Bloody Mary had peeked into some of Aïtantin VI's memories.
At the same time, it also knew why Prince Svenson purposely caused trouble for him.
It was because the prince liked the Kurt Horton before his eyes.
He even asked Aïtantin VI to bestow a marriage to Svenson more than once.
Unfortunately, Aïtantin VI had already prepared a wife for his' son '. The wife wasn't Kurt Horton but the granddaughter of another royal elder.
Aïtantin VI's actions would undoubtedly help balance the power of the royal family.
However, Svenson didn't share the same opinion.
The young prince thought he had the right to choose, and it was even more so after he acquired the identity of a prince.
What one gained, one would lose.
Want to have the best of both worlds?
Possible.
But the possibility was slim to none.
Besides, Svenson obviously didn't have the ability to do so.
Putting aside the fact that the other party's identity was fake.
Just hindering Aïtantin VI's plan was enough to make this so-called prince receive the cold shoulder.
Kieran would not sympathize with her.
Putting aside the fact that the other party had once been hostile towards him.
Based on Kieran's personality alone, he would not do such a thing.
Since he had killed the other party, that was it. There was no need for him to sigh hypocritically.
Of course, he wouldn't tell Kuer Horton everything either.
Both of them were good friends in the Food World, but it didn't matter.
Therefore, Kieran remained silent.
Kieran's silence made the young noble even more at a loss of what to do.
"W-why don't we go see the flowers?"
After holding it in for a long while, the young noble stuttered.
"Alright."
Kieran nodded and led the way to the flowerbed not far away.
With the support of secret spells, the flowerbed in the palace during winter was still filled with vibrant purples and red flowers, competing with each other in beauty.
Kieran's understanding of plants was limited, he couldn't tell what species the flowers were. All he knew was that the flowers were not poisonous and not dangerous. Other than that?
Other than that, the taste wouldn't be too good.
Kurt Wharton knew a little about flowers in the past. In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, she started to rack her brain to recall what her teacher told her. Unfortunately, no matter how she thought about it, all she could remember was that a few of the flowers' seeds could be used as seasonings for food.
The young noble felt even more awkward.
"Kurt, what are you doing?
You have to pick something that you are good at, something that Corin will like … Huh?
Something that Corin likes? "
Finally, the young noble grasped the key point.
How did she get to know Svenson?
Because of food!
Assassination wasn't important!
Food was the most important thing!
"Corin, do you want to go to the palace kitchen?
I remember there are a lot of rare ingredients there! "
The young noble asked with anticipation.
She had wanted to go to the palace kitchen for a long time, but unfortunately, her identity prevented her from entering. But now, it was different. With Prince Corin's identity, it wouldn't be a problem for her to enter the kitchen!
Kieran noticed the anticipation in Kurt Wharton's eyes.
He also knew what the young noble was thinking.
However, Kieran didn't dislike this kind of harmless use.
After all, he was also looking forward to the palace kitchen.
"Lead the way."
Kieran said straightforwardly.
"Okay!"
Kurt Wharton's eyes shone brightly, he turned around and led Kieran to the side.
Their whereabouts couldn't be hidden from the palace guards and secret agents.
Soon, the old marquis got the news about his daughter and the real heir to the king.
As A Close Official, Monte also knew about it.
"Kitchen?"
The old marquis was stunned.
Then, he smiled.
He was praising his daughter's wits.
Although it was just a quick meeting, the information he gathered was enough for him to know what the heir to the king liked.
Monte, on the other hand, frowned hard.
He thought that he was the one who came first, but why did he let this old fellow in front of him hug that thigh first?
Was it so great to have a daughter?
He was worried to death all the time, he even asked his daughter to dress up as a man.
What a snobbish man!
Monte commented on the old man in his heart, but his face showed a smile.
He knew if Kurt Wharton really got close to the heir to the throne, he would have to do it.
Although he was unwilling to do so.
"Sir Marquis, His Majesty is resting now, you will have to preside over some meetings."
Monte said respectfully.
"I will do my best to help His Majesty with his work."
The old marquis replied in a very appropriate manner.
He didn't overstep his boundaries, neither would he lose his dignity.
Since he had the upper hand, he would maintain it. Being overbearing wasn't a good choice, on the contrary, it wasn't a bad thing to be humble at this moment.
The two of them, each with their own ulterior motives, prepared to return to the main hall side by side.
Right at that moment, a flash of light appeared!
It wasn't the palace!
It wasn't even in the Upper Third Ring, but it was close to the noble district!
Otherwise, they wouldn't have such a clear view.
The two of them looked at each other and quickly ran towards the entrance of the palace.
The secret agents didn't need orders, they vanished into the shadows even faster.
…
Horlaika brought the two of them to the edge of the noble district of Aïtantin Castle.
There were more patrolling soldiers and sharpshooters hiding in the dark, so their speed wasn't fast.
Fortunately, as the field agents of Silent Night Secret Order, Horlaika and the two others had quite the undercover techniques, so they weren't discovered.
After another group of soldiers passed by, Horlaika stopped and hid in the shadows formed by the intertwining trees and houses.
The other two were hiding further away.
"Luncar's discovery is right ahead: Etorin Tailor Shop.
It looks like a tailor shop on the surface, but it's actually a hidden outpost of the Inquisition.
Luncar also discovered the traces of the unknown God here. "
Horlaika said softly.
The other two looked at Etorin Tailor Shop.
The two of them knew about the Inquisition.
Compared to the infamous Dark Hall in War Shrine, the Inquisition's reputation wasn't any better. However, most people didn't know the name.
The Inquisition was a department that focused on spying.
Not just enemies.
Their own people.
Therefore, most of the time, even the internal department of War Shrine would stay away from the Inquisition.
"What should we do?"
One of the two asked.
Since they chose to follow Horlaika, they knew what they had to do.
First, work with Horlaika.
Second, confirm the truth.
Even though they didn't doubt what Councilman Kurtzargert said, they had to confirm what they needed to confirm.
However, the second point had to be even more secretive.
The two of them were smart enough.
They knew that rather than hiding the truth and ultimately going against the first point, they might as well follow the first point and proceed with the second point.
"All we need to do is monitor him.
As for the rest … "
"Leave it to Councilman Kurtzargert."
Horlaika answered.
It was a very reliable suggestion and it was exactly what the two of them wanted, there was no reason to reject.
"We need the three of us to monitor him at the same time today, but after dawn, we'll split into three shifts, 8 hours each. Any objections?"
The two of them nodded at Horlaika's question.
It was a reasonable suggestion.
The three members of Silent Night Secret Order couldn't all stay in the castle.
There were too many places in Aïtantin Castle that required manpower.
After confirming that there were no mistakes, Horlaika walked towards Etorin Tailor Shop first.
The two of them followed right away.
Although it was late at night, the lights on the first floor of the tailor shop were still on.
The three of them exchanged gazes and quietly split up. Horlaika chose the window on the left and the other two chose the window on the right.
Behind the window, a white-haired, bespectacled old man was standing in front of the workbench, a tape measure hanging around his neck and a pair of scissors in his hand. The old man was short and stooped, but his every move was methodical.
Kacha Kacha Kacha, the fabric under the scissors started to look like clothes.
The whole process didn't have any changes or pauses, it was done in one go.
No one would doubt the tailor's identity when they saw it.
However, the two of them didn't think so.
Because when the scissors were cutting, the two of them seemed to see the shadow of a long sword being wielded.
It looked like a pair of scissors cutting, but it was more like a sword wielder attacking his target.
A master that integrated sword skills into his daily life!
Even in Silent Night Secret Order, there weren't many of such masters!
It could even be considered as one of a kind.
Because no one in Silent Night Secret Order would willingly stay ordinary.
There was something wrong with this tailor!
The two of them looked at each other out of instinct.
Then, they continued to observe.
Unfortunately, the tailor didn't reveal anything after that.
Other than cutting the clothes, the tailor was measuring the fabric.
After a full two hours, the tailor finally stopped.
When the two of them saw the tailor stop, their spirits were lifted.
They hoped to get more clues.
But to their disappointment, the tailor didn't stay on the spot for long, instead, he went underground — inside the stairwell, there was a downward staircase.
Although they couldn't see it, they could hear it.
The secret was underground?
The two of them frowned.
If that was the case, it would be hard for them to pry into the secret of this place.
Unless they sneaked in.
But if they sneaked in, it would be hard to guarantee that they wouldn't be noticed. If they disguised themselves as customers, there was a high chance that they would be seen through. Under the nose of an unknown God, they knew how much they were worth.
While the two of them were communicating with their eyes, they noticed a black figure appearing in the little garden behind the house at the same time. The figure came out from a secret door hidden behind a few pots of withered flowers.
It seemed like it wasn't the first time the figure did this.
He skillfully placed the flower pot back to its original position, blocked the secret door, and walked straight into the distance.
"Follow him!"
One of them gestured to the other.
The other nodded.
However, before he left, he asked for permission from Horlaika.
After getting permission from Horlaika, he quickly vanished into the shadows.
Etorin appeared in the room again.
Similar to before, he was still cutting the clothes.
It seemed like his business was quite good, he had to work overtime to finish the job.
Seconds turned into minutes.
Half an hour later, the tailing figure returned.
Horlaika and the other person who had stayed behind immediately returned to their previous hiding place when they saw the person who had returned.
"How is it?"
Horlaika asked.
"He's from the War Shrine!"
The tailing figure said in an affirmative tone before adding, "Just that I don't know if it's the Dark Hall or the Inquisition!"
"What's the difference to us?"
Horlaika smiled.
The two guards also smiled.
Up until this point, the two of them had basically confirmed that Etorin was a hidden sentry of the War Shrine.
What was left was to spy on him and search for clues about the unknown God.
They were still in the same position as before.
Horlaika was on the left and the two guards were on the right.
Everything was the same.
It was almost the same as before.
However, Etorin, who was cutting clothes in the room, put down the cloth in his hand.
"Just like what His Majesty said.
There really is a little mouse! "
Etorin said as he looked at the window on the right, the scissors in his hand were fired out like an arrow let loose.
Pak!
The glass shattered.
The scissors grazed one of the guards' face, blood gushing out.
In fact, if the guard didn't notice something was wrong and dodge, his head would have been pierced by the scissors.
Still, he couldn't escape death.
The wound on his face started to rot at exponential speed visible to the naked eye.
"Aaaargh!"
Agonizing cries sounded uncontrollably. Under Horlaika and the other guard's gaze, the guard's head was corroded into a skeleton within a breath's time.
"Let's go!"
Without a second thought, Horlaika made a hand gesture and went into the shadows.
The other guard didn't stay either, he tumbled down the middle ring.
After the two of them disappeared, the fire appeared inside the tailor's shop.
The fire swiftly engulfed the whole shop.
The body was thrown into the fire.
Etorin took a deep breath of the hot air.
"Just in time!"
The moment his words subsided, Etorin vanished on the spot.
A dozen seconds later, the patrols from Aïtantin Castle and the elite Knight of the War Shrine appeared at the same time.
The latter looked at the burning house, and his expression instantly became very unpleasant.
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