Chapter 1305 Lurking

"This is an easy job. You don't need to take any risks. As long as you put the information in the agreed location, no one will know that you have done these things." The man wearing a silver mask and claiming to be the person in charge of black money said. echoed in my ears again.

"It's ridiculous! Why should I help the people of Graycastle? They have to uproot the feudal nobles. What good will it do to me if I win?" The dispute seemed to still be vivid in his mind. "I thought the black money were all shrewd businessmen. I didn’t expect that I would say such stupid things! Aren’t you afraid that I will tie you up and hand you over to Lord Marvin in exchange for a huge reward?”

"If you really wanted to do this, then this interview wouldn't have happened in the first place." The other party's tone did not change at all, as if he didn't care about his own safety at all. "The fact that I can still sit here is enough to prove that your Excellency It is because you are a smart person that we are willing to provide you with this opportunity."

"It's a pity that you are wrong. There is no doubt about my loyalty to the Duke. Now get out of here before I change my mind!"

"Of course, I'll leave now. But sir, this is what the so-called opportunity is. Black money has no intention of forcing you to make a choice. It's your freedom to do what you want." The silver-faced man stood up and bowed deeply to him first. Then he gently placed a black card on the tea table, "The last thing I want to convey is that Graycastle will not forget anyone who has served it. So... see you later."

Fleur took a deep breath, interrupted his chaotic thoughts, and the room suddenly became quiet.

Anyone who has served Graycastle will not be forgotten...?

It's really ironic. It was to restore the glory of the family that he surrendered to Duke Marvin. Roland Wimbledon, who was the enemy of all the nobles, was originally the person least likely to forgive, but now, he found that he was a little undecided. .

Although the guy sent by the black money is a bastard, one thing is right. If he really planned to serve the Duke of the North to the end, he should have torn this card into pieces instead of hiding it carefully. Under the drawer.

After a long silence, Fleur raised his head and sighed, sitting down at the desk.

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

Do you have anything to lose?

Taking back the territory has become increasingly slim, and he seems to have no reason to bite the bullet and persist.

Anyway, according to the black money method, you won't lose anything, just treat it as a bet on both sides. If the devil wins the final victory, the current situation will not get worse in any case. If the Graycastle people win, he may be able to obtain compensation in other ways.

Thinking of this, Fleur put down his pen.

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In the evening, wearing a windbreaker and a felt hat, he walked into the "Horn Alley" in the inner city.

This place belongs to the Northern Chamber of Commerce, and most of the people coming and going are businessmen. By the time the sun sets, there are few people moving around.

On a gentle slope, Fleur found the spot mentioned by the silver-faced man - between two brick houses, there was a huge silver fir tree.

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

There is no recipient or contact, which greatly reduces the risk. At least he doesn't have to worry about black money using this information to blackmail him, or others noticing that he has been in close contact with unknown persons.

Fleur wandered around for a while, and after seeing that there were no suspicious people around, he quickly came behind the silver fir and touched the tree hole in the center - as expected, there was a secret grid hidden in the tree hole, but the door was completely made of an ordinary piece of wood. The thick wood is difficult to detect without touching it with your own hands.

He stuffed the letter into the box, pushed back the wooden baffle, and placed it. He deliberately recorded the contents of the letter in formal script. Even if a third party discovered it, it would be impossible to associate it with him through his handwriting.

Of course, this is not yet done.

Next, Fleur returned to his residence and moved a flower pot onto the bedroom window sill. In high-end residences in the inner city, such decorations are widely available, and no one would care about an inconspicuous potted plant. But for those who secretly observe this place, it is a signal of news.

From the beginning to the end, he did not need to contact anyone. As for who would take the letter and through what channels it would be delivered to the people of Graycastle, those had nothing to do with him.

The moment he put the flower pot down, Fleur even felt a sense of relief.

Even though the intelligence gathering was so meticulous and meticulous, the gap between the kings was still so huge... He stood in front of the window, looking at the brightly lit castle area under the red mist, thinking that those "defeated" were still elated. After enjoying the dinner, he no longer had any hope for Marvin.

Only one question remains.

Can Graycastle really defeat the devil?

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The messenger placed a thick stack of papers on a damp and shabby wooden table.

"Is this what you deserve today?" The clever guy lit the oil lamp, "Thank you for your hard work."

There was no reaction from the other party.

He sighed and repeated it with his hand gestures.

The messenger nodded just now.

This person is the silent person trained by the master. He can neither hear nor speak. He can only convey orders or make inquiries through simple sign language. Unfortunately, there is no gesture to express gratitude.

"Stay outside and don't let anyone in." After Smart Guy asked the Silent Man to leave, he began to read through the messages one by one.

This is a property purchased with black money to host underground chambers of commerce. It is usually by invitation only, so in theory there is little possibility of outsiders breaking in. But the clever ghost still chose to process the information in the cold basement, just to buy more time for burning when danger occurs.

Although it was unclear why the master was so concerned about the war in Graycastle, it was not a question he could ponder. Since the master ordered to fully assist Graycastle, the only thing he could do was to fully implement it.

Reorganizing this information and delivering it to the people of Graycastle without anyone noticing is his current main task.

Although the requirements of the people of Graycastle are that all information should not be let go, the opportunity to secretly transport them out of the city is not always available, so there must be a priority issue. Considering that the caravans allowed to pass generally come and go once a week, he must make the most reliable information into a secret message within a week, mix it with the goods and send it to Wolf Heart. As for other information, he can only find it elsewhere. channel is sent.

Most of the time, this information comes from the dictation of mice, so it seems quite scattered, and he often spends a lot of time sifting through it. But this time, the clever ghost noticed that there was a significant difference between a letter in the paper and other messages.

Its handwriting is neat and smooth, definitely not copied casually in a tavern or on the street; it uses high-quality ink, and there are no wrinkles on the paper. It is obvious that the writing environment is much better than a place where mice often stay.

He subconsciously held his breath and read the letter carefully from beginning to end.

And the content of the letter is indeed different.

It mentioned for the first time the core of the devil's army, the Lord of the Sky, Hykezord.

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