"It's an easy job, you don't have to take any risks, as long as you put the message in the agreed position, no one knows you did these things." 」The words, wearing a silver mask and calling themselves the head of black money, echoed in his ears again.

"It's ridiculous!Why should I help the Greys?They even have to be uprooted, what good will it be for me if they win?The dispute seems to be still in the past, "I thought black money is some smart businessmen, I did not expect to say such stupid things!"Aren’t you afraid that I’ll tie you up and give you to Lord Marvin in exchange for a great reward?"

“If you really want to do that, then there won’t be this interview in the first place.”The tone of the other person did not change at all, as if I did not care about my own safety at all, "I can still sit here, enough to prove your will, because you are a wise person, we are willing to provide this opportunity." 」"

"It is a pity that you have been mistaken, and my loyalty to the duke is unquestionable."Get out of here until I change my mind!"

“Of course, I’ll go.But adults, the so-called opportunity is like this, black money has no intention to force you to make a choice, how to do it is your freedom.The silver-faced man stood up, bowed to him first, and then gently placed a black card on the tea table, "Finally, I want to convey that the Grey Fort will not forget anyone who has worked for it."Then...there will be a period later."

Fleur took a deep breath, interrupted his confused thoughts, and the room suddenly quieted.

Don’t forget... anyone who has worked for the Greysburgs...

It is ironic that it was precisely in order to revive the glory of the family that he served the Duke of Marvin, and that Roland Wimbledon, who was the enemy of all the nobles, was the most unlikely to forgive, but now he found himself somewhat uncertain.

The man sent by the black money, though a bastard, was right, and if he had really intended to serve the Duke of the North, it would have been long ago torn the card to the pinch, rather than hiding it carefully under the drawer.

After a long silence, Fleur sighed and sat down at his desk.

He pulled out a piece of white paper and spread it out, then picked up the quill pen.

Do you have anything to lose yourself?

Taking back the territory has become more and more remote, and he does not seem to have a reason to stick to it.

In any case, according to the black money, they will not have any losses, just when the two sides bet.If the devil wins the ultimate victory, the status quo will not get any worse, and if the Greys win, he may be able to get compensation in other ways.

Thinking about it, Fleur dropped his pen.

...

In the evening, wearing a trench coat and a felt hat, he walked into the "horn alley" in the inner city.

It belongs to the territory of the northern Chamber of Commerce, and most of the contacts are businessmen, and few people have been moved by the time of the sun.

At a gentle slope, Fleur found the spot mentioned by the silver-faced man—in the middle of the two brick houses, a large silver fir tree.

In fact, the way the other party agreed to pass is also the reason for him to make a decision.

There are no recipients and no dockers, which makes the risk greatly reduced.At least he didn’t have to worry about black money holding the intelligence in turn to hold him, or to be noticed by others that he had been in a relationship with unidentified people.

Fleur wandered around for a while, seeing that there were no suspicious people around, and quickly came to the back of the silver fir and touched the tree hole in the middle of it - sure enough, the hole hidden in the hole was hidden, but the gate was a completely ordinary wood, and it was difficult to detect it without touching it with his own hands.

He stuffed the letter into the germination, pushed back the wood baffle, and placed the matter even if it was done.The contents of the letter he deliberately used the orthodontic record, even if found by the third party, it is impossible to associate him with his handwriting.

Of course, this is not a great achievement.

Fleur then returned to his residence and put a pot on the bedroom window sill, which was available everywhere in the upscale residences of the inner city, and no one cared about an unremarkable pot.But for those who observe this place secretly, it is a signal from the message.

From beginning to end, he did not need to contact anyone, and it had nothing to do with him as to who would take the letter and by what channel it would pass to the Greys.

The moment the pot was put down, Fleur even had a sense of relief.

Just by collecting intelligence so carefully and meticulously, the gap between the kings is too big to be over... He stood at the window, looking at the brightly lit castle area under the red mist, thinking that those "defeaters" were still enjoying the dinner with great pleasure, and he had no hope for Marvin.

There is only one problem left.

Can the castle really defeat the devil?

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The sender stacked a thick stack of paper on a damp and dilapidated wooden table.

“Is that today’s part?”The smart guy lights the fuel, "It's hard for you."

The other has no reaction.

He sighed and repeated with gestures.

The sender nodded his head at that moment.

This man is the silent person cultivated by the master, neither listening nor speaking, but can only convey orders or ask questions through simple sign language, unfortunately, there is no gesture of gratitude.

" Keep it out and don't let anyone in."After the clever ghost let the silent person leave, he began to read these news one by one.

Here is the black money used to hold underground chambers of housing, usually using the invitation system, in theory by outsiders to break into the door is not much.But the clever ghost still chooses to deal with intelligence in the cold basement in order to gain more time for burning when danger occurs.

Although it is not clear why the master was so interested in the war in the castle, it was not a question of his beak.Since the master ordered the fort to be fully assisted, all he could do was to carry it out.

Reorganizing this information and unknowingly sending it into the hands of the Greys is his main task at present.

Although the requirements of the Grey Fort people are not to be let go of all the news, the opportunity to secretly ship out of the city is not always there, so there must be a priority problem.Considering that the permitted caravans generally travel once a week, he must make a secret letter of the most reliable information in a week, and send it to Wolves in the goods, and for other news, he can only send it through another channel.

Most of the time, this information comes from the rat's oral, so it seems rather scattered, and he often spends a lot of time sifting through them.But this time, the clever man noticed that there was a significant difference between a letter in the paper and other news.

Its handwriting is smooth, not in the tavern or street transcribing; it also uses top-quality ink, there is no wrinkle on the paper, and it is obvious that the writing environment is better than where rats often stay.

He subconsciously held his breath and carefully scanned the letter from scratch.

The content of the letter is also very different.

It first mentions the core of the Devil's army, Hexzod, the Lord of the Dome.