From Prisoner to Si Chen

Gilan and his party were arranged by Tapani to stay at a VIP hotel in the West District.

As the person in charge of the reception, Tapani's performance was not critical. He answered all questions and always had a respectful and polite smile on his face.

He even accompanied everyone and ate the entire meal in the hotel lobby.

The only thing that dissatisfied Ms. Teresa was that when asked about the information about the "Nightmare Monument", Tapani was just apologetic, saying that she was ordered to be in danger and didn't know much about it.

After nightfall, when the two sides parted, Tapani vowed to confess to everyone:

"When I get back tonight, I will start sorting out the information and will give you a detailed answer as soon as possible."

Wait for him and the rest of the reception staff to leave.

Ms. Theresa remained sullen.

Beside, the dwarf Renault, who was sitting on top of Muguer, said in a deep voice:

"Something's wrong. When it comes to a high-risk mysterious disaster like the 'Nightmare Monument', Bosylvia's official attitude is so lax."

He adjusted his thick glasses and said:

"We didn't even prepare the most basic information. We didn't even start organizing it until we got here..."

"Don't rush to a conclusion." Ms. Teresa tilted her head and said calmly. "Indeed, it may be an oversight. After all, it has only been more than ten years since Bosvia was recovered by the empire, and there has been no 'Nightmare Monument' during this period. It is understandable that the local officials did not pay attention to it."

"Let's wait one more day. Anyway, it's impossible to operate overnight tonight. Everyone should go back to the room to rest early."

"Yes, Ms. Teresa."

Everyone nodded in agreement and immediately went upstairs one after another.

The next day soon came.

But everyone waited at the VIP hotel for a whole day, but no information or intelligence came from Tapani.

It was not until night that Tapani arrived belatedly with others.

"Sorry, sorry, everyone..."

In the hotel reception room, he looked apologetic and quickly handed over a briefcase, which was taken by Mgul.

"Bosivian departments have a clear division of labor, but the work efficiency is really slow. I went to the Parliament and the Intelligence Department several times to sort out the information...I didn't even have time to take a bite of hot food before I rushed over. Please forgive me.”

"Mr. Tapani, just dine in the hotel."

Ms. Teresa said calmly.

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses quickly waved his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and said:

"No, there are still tasks at the council. I need to work overnight, so I won't disturb you all... Well, Bartero, Cura, you two stay here and listen to the instructions of Team Leader Theresa Corou."

"Yes, Mr. Tapani."

The two accompanying receptionists, a man and a woman, responded in unison.

Immediately afterwards, Tapani said goodbye and left.

Renault took the briefcase from Muguer and took out the documents inside to check. Soon, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" asked Ms. Teresa.

The other gravediggers also cast doubtful glances at Renault.

"The information is seriously incomplete. Even the information about the owner of the 'Nightmare Monument' is incomplete...it's all irrelevant junk information."

Renault suppressed his displeasure and said coldly.

"With this bit of information, how can we take action if our eyes are completely blank?"

This kind of thing has never happened to him in his many years as a gravedigger. This is the first time.

No one knows better than them how much the Empire attaches importance to the "Nightmare Monument". The head of state has issued the highest order. All local departments should fully cooperate with the gravediggers and eradicate the "Night Monument" in the most efficient way as soon as possible.

But when we arrived in Bosvia, the whole day was wasted.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and frowned.

"It seems that Bosivian officials are pretending to be deaf and are deliberately delaying time."

Ms. Teresa said calmly.

Kaya with twin ponytails put her hands on her hips and sneered viciously:

"Don't you want us to successfully eradicate the 'Night Monument'? Ha... the local officials are looking for death!"

Garnaud folded his elbows with his hands and looked thoughtful, saying:

"I have known for a long time that the Federation and various forces are infiltrating this land, but I didn't expect that the situation would be so serious... Who will benefit if this matter continues?"

"Of course it's a hostile force." Renault turned his head and responded in a deep voice. "The Owena Federation, the major secret societies, and even the Stuttgart Empire or other small countries."

"As long as the 'Nightmare Monument' is not dealt with in time, Bosylvia will definitely fall into chaos, or even suffer massive casualties, and it will be self-defeating!"

"Doesn't this give hostile forces an opportunity to take advantage?"

After hearing everyone's unabashed discussion, the two receptionists who stayed behind changed their expressions, their faces were pale, and they were sweating.

Ms. Teresa looked at the man and woman and asked:

"What did Mr. Tapani do today?"

"No...not very clear. We just received the notice and rushed over to receive you."

The woman among them said nervously.

"We don't know anything."

"haha, I do not know……"

Kaya, a woman with twin ponytails, sneered and was about to say something.

Ms. Teresa raised her hand to stop her, then waved her hand and spoke to the man and woman:

"You guys go out first."

"Yes, Ms. Teresa."

Hearing this, they nodded with relief and quickly left the reception room.

Wait for the door to close with a click.

Without any hesitation, Ms. Teresa directly took out a palm-sized silver-white "alchemy hotline" from the inner pocket of her windbreaker.

A red rubber cord ran from the bottom of the microphone, wound like a spring, and connected to a mercury battery in her pocket.

After rounds of golden alchemical formations shone from the inside of the hotline, she successfully made the call.

"Hey, this is the Imperial Special Operations Group. I'm the leader of the second group, Theresa Corou."

"Yeah, that's right."

The lady held the microphone, stood elegantly, and spoke calmly.

"Governor Marek Deli, I won't say any more nonsense. I hope that the Bosivian authorities can fully cooperate with our operation. The 'Nightmare Monument' is of great importance. If it cannot be dealt with as soon as possible, there will be endless troubles. I bet you We also know the dangers involved.”

"In order to carry out operations as soon as possible, I hope to get first-hand intelligence information before noon tomorrow."

"In addition, I will record all the experiences and processes of this trip and report them to the Chairman and the Head of State after returning to Musixiti..."

As he said that, there seemed to be a response on the other end of the phone.

Ms. Teresa paused for a moment, her eyes calm.

"Mr. Tapani? He's very dedicated, but I'd like a replacement receptionist... Well, okay."

"Everything is in the interest of the empire."

Click.

Ms. Teresa hung up the hotline and put the metal microphone back into her trench coat pocket.

"The new receptionist will come over tomorrow and hand over the intelligence information of the 'Nightmare Monument' to us."

She turned around and said to everyone.

"All members of the second team are on standby for the time being. Go back to your room and rest."

"Yes, Ms. Teresa."

Everyone looked at each other and knew that the action could not be carried out because of helplessness, so they obeyed the order and left the reception room.

…

…

Another day passed.

As noon approached, a tall and thin middle-aged man with an unsmiling smile drove to the VIP Hotel.

After meeting Ms. Teresa, he first introduced himself briefly, saying that he was the new person in charge who replaced Tapani, named Carl Harman Faure.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I would like to apologize to you all on behalf of Mr. Tapani..."

As the middle-aged man Carl Hamann spoke, he immediately took out the briefcase he was carrying, took out one of the confidential documents in the form of a cowhide document bag, and handed it to Theresa.

"This is the information you need. We have sorted it out overnight. Please forgive me for any omissions."

In front of the other party, Ms. Teresa opened the document bag and took out a stack of documents to check.

She nodded and handed the document to Renault behind her.

Renault relied on his "journalist" nature to read and memorize all the documents with a few casual glances.

Through what he whispered in a low voice, everyone also roughly got the basic information about the "Nightmare Monument".

It turns out that the "Nightmare Monument" comes from a senior federal spy. During his lifetime, he was a body and a staff spiral, and he was the "Blind General" in November Sichen and the fourth-level "Flag Bearer".

The "Nightmare Monument" is located in the northern district of Bosvia, which was originally a slum, but has now been cleared and isolated by the local military and implemented a large-scale blockade.

"The situation seems to be a bit beyond expectations. We plan to start taking action tonight. Please contact the person in charge of the military for cooperation."

Ms. Teresa said to Karl Hamann.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man looked embarrassed and remained silent for a moment before saying:

"Sorry ma'am, it's not that I'm blaming you personally, but this matter is a bit difficult. I'm afraid I won't be able to move tonight."

"Huh?" Teresa frowned.

"A mysterious disaster has broken out..."

Karl Hamann sighed.

"A lot of people have died in the North District, all of them are local residents at the bottom. There is a lot of public anger now, and the officials are in a state of distress. It is also quite chaotic there, and there is even a group of rebels with ulterior motives."

"The military previously tried to remove the 'Nightmare Monument' with heavy firepower, but the result was counterproductive. Not only did it fail to eradicate the terrible tombstone, it also caused serious damage to the surrounding buildings and terrain."

"Even if I go there with the documents approved by the governor and negotiate with the military, they will not be able to open a safe road for you in such a short time."

"or……"

Karl Hamann pondered for a moment.

"Can you please wait a few more days?"

Hearing this, not only Ms. Teresa, but also the other gravediggers around Gillan's expressions darkened.

"Okay, let's wait a few more days."

Ms. Teresa said.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Karl Hamann."

"You're welcome."

The middle-aged man said goodbye and left. When he reached the door, he remembered something, stopped and gave an imperial cross salute to everyone.

After they leave.

Ms. Teresa's face slowly turned cold.

She said without emotion:

"Bosylvia has been seriously infiltrated by the enemy. Now, even Governor Marek Deli cannot be trusted... We can only rely on ourselves to do this. We must not let the 'Nightmare' continue to spread!"

"Yes, Ms. Teresa."

Everyone looked stern and nodded solemnly.