Release that Witch Chapter 1305: Dormant

"This is an easy job. You don't need to take any risks. As long as you put the message in the agreed position, no one knows that you have done these things." The name wears a silver mask and calls himself Black Money. Human words echoed in my ears again.

"It's ridiculous! Why should I help the Greycastle people? They have to uproot noble even if they win. What's the benefit to me if they win?" The dispute seemed to be vividly remembered, "I thought Black Money were all smart A businessman, I did n’t expect to say such stupid things! You are not afraid that I will tie you up to Marvin, in exchange for a great reward? "

"If you really want to do this, then there will be no talk of this scene at the beginning." The other party's tone has not changed at all, as if he didn't care about his own safety, "I can still sit here, just It is enough to prove your will, and it is because you are smart that we are willing to offer this opportunity. "

"Unfortunately, you read it wrong. My loyalty to Lord Duke is beyond doubt. Get out now before I change my mind!"

"Of course, I'll leave now. But sir, the so-called opportunity is like this. Black Money has no intention of forcing you to make a choice, and how to do it is your freedom." The silver faced man stood up and bowed deeply to him first. A bow, and then a black card was gently placed on the tea table, "In the end, what I want to convey is that Greycastle will not forget anyone who has worked for it. Then ... there will be a period."

Voller took a deep breath, interrupted chaos's thoughts, and the room suddenly quieted down.

Do not forget anyone who played for Greycastle ...?

It's ironic that he only invested in Marvin Duke in order to revive the glory of the family, and Roland Wimbledon, who was the enemy of all noble, was originally the most impossible forgiving person, but now he finds himself unsure.

Although the guy sent by Black Money is jerk, one thing is true. If he really intends to play for northern region Duke to the end, then this card should have been torn apart rather than carefully. Hidden under the drawer.

After a long silence, Voller raised his head and sighed, and sat down at the desk.

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

Do you have anything to lose?

Take back the territory has become increasingly slim, and he seems to have no reason to stick to it.

Also, anyway, according to the practice of Black Money, you will not lose any money, so bet on both sides. If Devil wins the final victory, the status quo will not get worse anyway. If the Greycastle person wins, he may be able to get compensation in other ways.

Thinking of this, Voller dropped the pen.

...

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

This is the site of the north Chamber of Commerce. Most of the businessmen are businessmen. When the sun goes down, there are few human activities.

On a gentle slope, Voller found a large silver fir tree in the middle of two brick houses at the site mentioned by Yinmen.

In fact, the delivery method agreed by the other party also prompted him to make a decision.

There are no recipients and no dockers, which greatly reduces the risk. At least he doesn't have to worry about Black Money holding this intelligence to turn against him or be noticed by others that he has been intimate with unknown people.

Voller lingered for a while at nearby. After seeing no suspicious people around, he quickly walked behind Silver Fir and touched the tree hole in the middle of it. Surely there was a dense grid in the tree hole. It's hard to notice without touching the wood.

He shoved the letter into the dense grid, pushed it back to the wooden bezel, and placed it. The content of the letter was intentionally recorded by the author. Even if it was discovered by a third party, impossible was associated with him by handwriting.

Of course, that's not enough.

Next, Voller returned to his residence and moved a flower pot onto the bedroom window sill in a high-end residence in the inner city. Such decorations are available everywhere, and no one cares about a humble pot plant. But for those who observe this place secretly, it is a signal.

From the beginning to the end, he does not need to contact anyone. As for who this letter will be taken away from, and through what channels will it be delivered to the Greycastle, those are nothing to do with him.

The moment lay the flowerpot down, Voller even felt a sense of relief.

The intelligence gathering is so meticulous and meticulous. The gap between the kings is so large that it can't be added ... He stands at the window, looking at the brightly lit castle area under red mist, thinking of those "loser" After enjoying the dinner happily, he no longer had any hope for Marvin.

There is only one question left.

Can Greycastle beat Devil?

The messenger stacked a thick stack of paper on a damp, rundown wooden table.

"Is this for today?" Clever lit the fuel lamp, "Tough work for you."

No response from the other party.

He sighed and repeated with gestures.

The sender then nodded.

This person is the The Silence cultivated by the owner. He has neither hearing nor speaking, and can only use simple sign language to convey commands or make inquiries. Unfortunately, there is no gesture of gratitude.

"Stay outside, don't let anyone come in." Clever asked The Silence to leave, then started one by one to read these messages.

Here is the property that Black Money uses to host the underground chamber of commerce. It usually uses the invitation system. In theory, it is not likely that it will be broken into by outsiders. However, Clever still chooses to process information in the cold basement, in order to gain more time for incineration when a danger occurs.

Although it's unclear why the owner was so concerned about the Greycastle's war, it was not something he could think about. Since the owner has ordered full assistance for Greycastle, the only thing he can do is implement it with full force.

Reorganizing this information and sending it to Greycastle without knowing it is his main task at present.

Although the Greycastle's request is not to let go of all the news, the opportunity to sneak out of the city is not always there, so there must be a priority issue. Considering that the caravans that allow traffic generally come and go once a week, he must make the most reliable information into a secret letter within a week, mix it with the goods and send it to Wolf Heart, and for other news, you can only find another channel Submit.

Most of the time, this information comes from the dictation of Mouse, so it seems quite scattered, he often spends a lot of time to screen them. But this time, Clever noticed that a letter in the paper was significantly different from other messages.

Its handwriting is neat and smooth, and it is by no means transcribed in a pub or on the street; it is also high-quality ink, without any wrinkles on the paper. Obviously, the writing environment is better than the place where Mouse often stays.

He held his breath subconsciously and scanned the letter from head to position.

The content of the letter is indeed different.

It first mentioned the core of the Devil army, Vault of Heaven Lord Hykezord.