Release that Witch - Chapter 1342

[Chapter 1305 Lurking]

“This is an easy job. You don’t need to take any risks. As long as you put the news in the appointed place, no one will know that you have done these things.” The words of the person wearing a silver mask who claimed to be in charge of black money echoed in the ears again.

“It’s ridiculous! Why should I help the people of Graycastle? They even want to uproot the enfeoffment nobles. What good will it do me if they win?” The dispute still seems to be vivid in my mind, “I thought the black money was some shrewd businessmen, I didn’t expect to say such stupid things! Are you not afraid that I will tie you up and hand you over to Lord Marvin in exchange for a huge reward?”

“If you really want to do this, then there won’t be this interview in the first place.” The tone of the other party did not change at all, as if he didn’t care about his own safety at all, “I can still sit here, which is enough to prove that Your Excellency willingness, and we are willing to offer this opportunity precisely because you are a smart person.”

“It’s a pity that you are wrong. My loyalty to the Duke is beyond doubt. Get out now, before I change my mind!”

“Of course, I’ll leave now. But my lord, the so-called opportunity is like this. Black money has no intention of forcing you to make a choice. It’s your freedom to do what you want.” The silver-masked 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 worked for it. Then… there will be a time later.”

Fleur took a deep breath, interrupted his chaotic thoughts, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Will he not forget anyone who has served Graycastle…?

What an irony, he joined the Duke of Marvin just to revive the glory of his family, and Roland Wimbledon, who was the enemy of all the nobles, was originally the person who was the least likely to forgive, but now, he found that he was a little undecided .

The guy sent by the black money is an asshole, but he is right about one thing. If he really intends to serve the Duke of the North, he should have torn this card to pieces long ago, instead of carefully hiding it under the drawer.

After a long silence, Fleur raised his head and let out a long sigh, and sat down at the desk.

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

Is there anything left to lose?

Getting back the territory has become increasingly slim, and he doesn’t seem to have a reason to bite the bullet and stick to it.

Anyway, according to the method of black money, I won’t have any losses, so I just bet on both sides.

If the devil wins in the end, the status quo will not get worse anyway. If the Graycastle wins, 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 territory of the Northern Chamber of Commerce, and most of the people who come and go are businessmen. When the sun goes down, there are few people moving around.

On a gentle slope, Fleur found the place mentioned by the silver-masked man—between two brick houses, there was a big silver fir tree growing.

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

There is no recipient and no matchmaker, which greatly reduces the risk.

At least he doesn’t have to worry about black money taking this information to blackmail him in turn, or being noticed by others that he has had close contacts with unknown people.

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

He stuffed the letter into the dense grid, then pushed back the wooden baffle, and the matter of placing it was completed.

He deliberately recorded the content of the letter in official script, even if a third party finds out, it is impossible to associate it with him through handwriting.

Of course, that’s not all there is to it.

Then Fleur returned to his apartment and put a plant pot on the bedroom window sill—in a high-end inner city residence, such decorations are everywhere, and no one will pay attention to a humble potted plant.

But for those who observe this place secretly, it is a signal of news.

From the beginning to the end, he didn’t need to contact anyone. As for who will take this letter and what channel will it be sent to the people of Graycastle, those have nothing to do with him.

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

Just because the information collection is so meticulous and meticulous, the gap between the kings is really too big… He stood in front of the window, looking at the brightly lit castle area under the red mist, thinking of those “losers” who are still elated Enjoying the dinner, he no longer had any hope for Marvin.

Only one remaining question remains.

Can Graycastle really defeat the devil?

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The courier laid a thick stack of papers on a damp, battered wooden table.

“Is this for today?” The clever ghost lit the oil lamp, “Thank you for your hard work.”

The other party didn’t respond.

He sighed and repeated it with gestures.

Only then did the messenger nod.

This person is exactly the silent person cultivated by the owner. He can neither hear nor speak, and can only convey orders or make inquiries through simple sign language. Unfortunately, there are no gestures of gratitude among them.

“Stay outside and don’t let anyone in.” After the witty ghost let the silent man leave, UU Kanshu www.sonicmtl.com began to read these messages one by one.

This is a real estate bought by black money for holding underground chambers of commerce. The invitation system is usually adopted, so in theory, the possibility of outsiders breaking into the house is not high.

But the clever ghost still chooses to process the information in the cold basement, just to buy more time for burning when danger occurs.

Although it is not clear why the master is so concerned about this war in Greycastle, it is not a question he can ponder.

Since the master ordered to fully assist Graycastle, the only thing he can do is to fully implement it.

Rearranging the information and sending it to the people of Graycastle without anyone noticing it is his current main task.

Although the request of the Graycastle people is that all news should not be let go, but there is not always the opportunity to sneak out of the city, so there must be a priority problem.

Considering that the caravans that are allowed to pass usually 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 Wolfheart. As for other news, he can only find it elsewhere. channel sent.

Most of the time, the information came from the rat’s dictation, so it seemed quite scattered, and he often spent a lot of time sifting through them.

But this time, the Ghost noticed that there was a letter in the paper that was significantly different from the other messages.

Its handwriting is neat and smooth, and it was definitely not copied by hand in a tavern or on the street; it also uses high-grade ink, and there are no wrinkles on the paper. Obviously, the writing environment is more than one grade better than the place where mice often stay.

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

And the content of the letter is indeed different.

It mentions for the first time the core of the demon army, the Lord of the Sky, Hykezord.

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