The garden of the palace.
Horlaika was standing under a small tree. Edersen was standing in the shadow out of habit.
A Monster Hunter wasn't a thief.
However, when hunting pagans, the necessary undercover techniques would always allow one to achieve twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, some habits had been sewn into one's bones, and it was impossible to change them.
The Old Demon Hunter stood there quietly.
He glanced over the garden before his eyes.
It was the first time he came to the palace of the Aïtantin King.
He was quite satisfied with the arrangement before his eyes.
It wasn't beautiful, but safe.
Within his sight, none of the trees were taller than 3 meters and all of them seemed to have been trimmed.
All he needed to do was send a guard to the top of a tall building outside the garden and he would be able to see the boundless garden.
It would maximize the safety of the people in the garden and save a lot of manpower to invest in other areas.
"The position of the secret agent is also reasonable.
The patrolling soldiers aren't bad either. "
The Old Demon Hunter commented on every detail.
Similar to his undercover instinct, the way he looked at things had changed a long time ago.
Practicality was what Monster Hunters pursued.
Horlaika, however, was different.
In his mind, he was thinking over and over again whether or not he had missed something.
It wasn't the first time Horlaika went on a mission, but this kind of mission was related to whether Snake School could rise smoothly or not.
As a spy for Snake School, Horlaika couldn't help but feel nervous.
Fortunately, when Kieran's figure appeared in his sight, he saw Kieran's calm face and steady steps. Horlaika quickly calmed down.
It felt like as long as Kieran was around, everything would be fine.
It also felt like any difficulties would be easily solved in front of Kieran.
It was a strange feeling.
However, Horlaika didn't hate it.
"Greetings, Sir Corin.
I am Horlaika, representing the Silent Night Secret Order. "
Horlaika greeted politely.
He wanted to address him as Lord, or use the Demon Hunter's etiquette.
But not yet.
Not yet.
He could not guarantee that this place would not be watched by the southern senators.
Kieran glanced over at the Old Demon Hunter who was hiding in the corner and placed his gaze on the former Silent Night Secret Order member who was tricked by Bloody Mary's illusion skill.
That follower of his had spent a lot of effort on the other party.
At the very least, it made it more convenient for him to talk to the other party.
As long as the target saw Bloody Mary, they would feel at ease and obey without any intention of rebellion — Bloody Mary's ability was very useful, but unfortunately, it was useless against most people. It was only useful against those with weak wills and damaged souls, and those with weak wills were hardly what Bloody Mary needed.
As for soul damage?
It was just as difficult.
People like Horlaika were simply too rare.
Under normal circumstances, no one would choose a Secret Technique that would damage their own soul.
As for Horlaika?
He was just a pitiful soul who was deceived by Kurtzargert.
All the councilman needed was a useful tool.
Therefore, Clairehore the Undying was born.
Based on Kurtzargert's memories, Kieran was very sure about it.
Of course, Horlaika had no idea about it.
Maybe Horlaika had some guesses before this, but now, in Horlaika's heart, in order to gain Kurtzargert's trust, he had to choose [Hazy Moon Shifting Shadow] as a Demon Hunter.
Kieran pretended to be cold as he looked at Horlaika.
Horlaika needed to match his identity.
Kieran, of course, needed it.
"Back at the slums in Lower Seventh Ring, we caused some unnecessary misunderstandings …
Councilman Kurtzargert is willing to compensate us. "
Horlaika briefly explained the situation before bowing again.
"Compensate?
Silent Night Secret Order?
Hmph. "
Kieran chuckled with an indescribable sense of mockery.
However, Old Demon Hunter beside him had confirmed Horlaika's identity as a member of Snake School.
Kieran's eyes didn't have any coldness or killing intent from his body.
Although he hadn't been in contact with the Snake School Demon Hunter for long, Old Demon Hunter had quite the confidence in Kieran's way of doing things.
Other than the vigilance and carefulness of a Demon Hunter, Kieran's straightforwardness was the first impression Old Demon Hunter had of Kieran.
In simple words, if Kieran really faced an insignificant member of Silent Night Secret Order, he would capture or kill the person directly.
But now, he didn't …
The fact that Horlaika was a member of Snake School was obvious.
Silently, Old Demon Hunter sighed.
Once again, Old Demon Hunter exclaimed about Snake School's secrecy.
At the same time, he was still thinking about it.
If Horlaika was a spy of Snake School …
Then …
Were there any other members of Silent Night Secret Order who were spies of Snake School?
The answer was almost yes.
Old Demon Hunter was delighted about the answer.
Given that Wolf Sect had fallen, the stronger Snake School was, the better it was for the Demon Hunters.
The only thing he had to consider was how to maintain this' power '.
Just as the old Demon Hunter was deep in thought, Horlaika had completed his' mission 'in a formulaic manner.
A black invitation card was handed to Kieran.
"Please believe me.
"It is a matter of mutual benefit to you and to me."
After all … "
"With your status, you should know about that matter as well," Ye Zichen said.
Horlaika said in a secretive manner.
Kieran glanced over the invitation card.
Then, he nodded without further comment.
"I look forward to meeting you again in the afternoon."
Horlaika then bowed at Kieran and Old Demon Hunter again before he walked out of the garden.
The palace guards waiting for him would bring Horlaika out of the palace.
"Monte."
Kieran said.
His voice wasn't loud.
However, the moment Kieran's voice subsided, A Close Official appeared beside Kieran like the wind.
"Your Highness."
A Close Official bowed.
"Send someone reliable to escort him out."
Kieran ordered.
"Understood."
A Close Official nodded and vanished on the spot again.
After making sure A Close Official had left, Kieran turned to Old Demon Hunter.
Since he was putting on an act, he had to go all the way.
One needed to know his audience wasn't just the people in the palace, there were also those who had their eyes on Horlaika.
Kieran was certain that once Horlaika left the palace, the men from the War Shrine would follow him.
Although Horlaika had an immortal body, Kieran didn't want his followers to die too many times and become useless.
Especially during such a crucial moment.
"Do you need me to go?"
Old Demon Hunter asked directly.
Edersen wasn't an idiot, he knew what Horlaika might face.
He didn't want his own men to get hurt.
Kieran shook his head.
"I have something more important for you to do."
Kieran then passed the invitation card to Old Demon Hunter.
Old Demon Hunter immediately understood what Kieran meant.
After a nod, Old Demon Hunter left in a hurry.
Kieran frowned when he sensed the spying eyes were halved again.
The infiltration of Aïtantin's palace had far exceeded his expectations.
No wonder Aïtantin VI spent so much time in the small council hall.
Only in the small council hall could the king guarantee that he wouldn't be spied on.
"It's the same in the palace.
Lower Seventh Ring slums … "
"Please don't let me down."
Kieran muttered in his heart.
Then, he turned around and headed to his bedroom — A Close Official had arranged all the trivial matters and made sure everything was in order.
Since Kieran's current identity couldn't hide from the spying eyes, he might as well expose himself to them.
Kieran believed that if he did that, he would get some unexpected benefits.
For example, the scene just now.
As a matter of fact, it was exactly as Kieran expected.
Kieran's encounter with the members of Silent Night Secret Order in the garden of the palace had become known to the whole city following Horlaika's departure.
Those people read the news one by one. Some were deep in thought, some were silent, and some were gnashing their teeth.
Duke Valentin was the latter.
The noble with an illustrious family background and a long history smashed the wine glass in his hand on the floor fiercely.
The metal glass didn't break.
It didn't even make a loud noise.
However, the wine stained the white woolen rug.
The scarlet red was very eye-catching in the pure white.
Duke Valentin, with his bloated body and short limbs, stomped on the red carpet.
"Damn it!
Damn it!
How did this happen? "
Duke Valentin growled with his thick neck.
Veins popped up on his temples and forehead, making him look extra vicious despite his good looks, especially the ruthlessness in his eyes, it would make one's heart tremble.
"Calm down, Valentin."
The one who spoke was also a middle-aged man.
His long silver hair draped over his shoulders, his eyes were long and narrow, his nose hooked like an eagle, and his lips were thin. Even though he was sitting there, one could still tell that his body was tall and slender. The moment he raised his hand, his elegant temperament was revealed.
"Little, how can I calm down?
We've spent so much effort to find that bastard's weakness, but now … it's all for nothing!
I … I can't accept this! "
Duke Valentin growled.
However, the ruthlessness in his eyes slowly faded away.
It seemed like as a friend and ally, Little's words were quite effective.
"Do you think this is a coincidence?"
Little asked.
"Coincidence?
Bullsh * t coincidence!
That bastard must have found out that we were investigating Svenson, so he took drastic measures against us! "
"Damn it!"
Once Valentin thought about how much he had spent to investigate that fake prince, his heart ached.
One needed to know, it wasn't just money.
There were a lot of things that money couldn't buy.
"Then what do you think …
Is this Corin real? "
Little asked.
Valentin was stunned.
"You are saying?"
The duke looked at his ally.
"I didn't say anything."
Viscount Little smiled and shook his head.
He looked like a fox with an eagle's beak.
Valentin's eyes shone.
"Then should we?"
Valentin clenched his fist.
"Of course.
We hope His Majesty can take back that stupid order.
Take back his ambition.
Because of that, we have been searching for the truth.
"Before I find out the truth, I won't say anything. You're the same."
Viscount Little said in a meaningful tone.
"I understand.
I will take good care of that chess piece. "
Valentin nodded.
Then, the two nobles continued their discussion in a low voice.
Half an hour later, the two nobles left the study room at the same time.
Little took the wagon to the slums in the Lower Seventh Ring.
Valentin took the wagon to the cathedral.
At this time, the first rays of the sun had begun to appear on the horizon. The brightness of the sky made the color of the night gradually fade. Experienced people could see that today would be a sunny day.
Those who had a good night's rest started to wake up.
A new day had begun.
A new day had begun.
Lying on the bed at this time was definitely a luxury, and it would be enviable.
Gino was the one that people envied.
But if he had a choice, he wouldn't want to lie on the bed.
He was more used to picking up his sword and walking to the field with the others for training.
But …
After what happened yesterday morning, Gino obviously noticed the change in everyone's attitude towards him.
An invisible barrier formed between him, his teammates, and his captain.
And when he was pardoned and reflected on his room, the barrier started to spread.
The servants and deacons looked at him with a weird gaze, as if they were looking at a prisoner.
The young man shook his head hard.
He would never admit his current identity.
He was still in his room.
He wasn't shackled either.
He wasn't a prisoner!
The young man told himself.
Then, he took deep breaths after deep breaths.
When everything calmed down, he put on his coat and picked up his sword. He was ready to go to the confession room. He wanted to repent his sins.
He shouldn't have been deceived by the pagans and wasn't firm enough.
He shouldn't have forgotten the tenacity of the God of War because of the so-called leniency of the Mist.
"It's all because I wasn't firm enough!
It's all my fault!
I'm going to repent! "
The young man pushed the door open and was stunned by what he saw.
Outside his door, there were two deacons from the Dark Hall standing guard.
"Knight Gino, without permission from the armed priest and the lords above, you are not allowed to leave the room."
One of the deacons said when he saw the young man open the door.
The other one looked at the sword in the young man's hand.
"Hand your sword to us."
The young man was stunned when he saw the vigilant and hostile gazes from the two deacons. He didn't know how the door was shut.
He just sat on the bed blankly.
Somewhere in his heart that was sturdy started to crack.
A dash of gloomy darkness appeared in the room after the crack, whispering in the young man's ears.
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