Release that Witch

After the moon rose to the top of the head, the hot air gradually turned cold. Tassa sat in the garden and could see the light shining from the pubs, brothels and casino windows in the distance. In the night, like the stars in the sky, it shows the prosperity of the city.

Only in the inner city of Wangdu can you see such a scene. Even if the epidemic is over, one third of the civilians in the outer city will die, and it will not affect the minds of the inner city nobles drinking and drinking. If you listen carefully, you can hear the slight cry from the wind.

This house with garden and pool was purchased by a hundred and fifty gold dragons. It is located on the hillside near the outer edge of the inner city, and there are not many people hanging around in the daytime. In addition to interviewing informants and exchanging information, he does not usually live here, but chooses to stay overnight at the hotel, or go to the underground trumpeter for a few days.

"Adults, they are all here."

One person walked out of the room with an oil lamp, it was Hill Fox, who was lurking in his fingers.

"Take the candle up," Tassa nodded and walked into the house.

In the dim candlelight, Hill sat on the side of a round table with five other people, and saw the guards appearing to rise and bow down. Tassa looked at them with a blank expression, hoping to see if it was reliable from the other side's expressions and small movements. Unfortunately, Miss Nightingale has followed the fleet back to Bianbu Town. If she is there, she can make the most accurate judgment immediately.

They are Hill's partners, members of the Dove and Hat Acrobatic Troupe, and the Avengers who are full of resentment against the New King. A week ago, the dock siege warfare happened to be a ventilated letter that was lurking in the dream water. Tassa was informed of the mouse's night attack plan in advance. Now that the plague has gradually subsided, he decided to see this group of people in the king. If, as Hill said, they would be good seedlings.

"Besides Mr. Fox, others will briefly introduce themselves," Tassa said.

"My name is Yanshan, an adult," said the man who was the most sturdy in the head. He is nearly six feet tall and his muscles on his arms are full of strength. "Playing a role in the Acrobatic Troupe, has now joined the blood sail."

"I am a clown," the little man sitting next to Rock Hill pointed to his nose. He looked like the youngest of all, about eighteen or nine years old. "In the group, of course, it is also a clown. But I didn't mix in the mice, but played some tricks in various pubs."

"Jom and Neil," the next two are a pair of brothers, no matter the appearance or dressing, they are no different from the typical civilians in the outer city. They dedicated all their property to the priests of the priesthood, and now they are the "sincere believers" in the church. Tassa couldn't help thinking about it. Could it be that both of them had a good impression on Hill's wife? He pressed his doubts and turned his eyes to the last person.

"They all call me a magician, an adult," the other party said again. "I used to pretend to be a frustrated person into the water of dreams. Unfortunately, most of them died and fled, even the murderous Tarnis The judges of the church were killed and everyone was busy looking for a new home."

“Did the death of the Judges?” Tassa raised a brow. “Are they not the object of the church’s secret support?”

"I also heard from others," he spread his hands. "Tanis was ambushed by his fingers when he returned to the Eastern District after being besieged at the dock. He was left with only a few dozen people. He was there that night. Angrily with the hands of the left-behind nest, I went down to find the church. As a result, there were only two or three cronies coming back the next day. Hearing those people said that he had quarreled with the priests of the priests, and then he was pierced by the gods with a gun. In short, The dream is finished."

It turned out that Tassa thought, presumably because of the loss of strength that was hard to accumulate, the murderous leader’s status was in jeopardy, and the desire to seek church assistance was rejected, and the dispute was caused. However, this is a trivial matter that is irrelevant. He only needs to know that the dream water is now in name only. There is no doubt that this is good news. He may take this opportunity to draw a group of mice that have nowhere to go and expand their sources of intelligence.

"Presumably you have learned my name from Hill," Tassa knocked on the table and said, "I am the guard of Roland Wimbledon, responsible for collecting intelligence from all over the kingdom. Since you are willing to come here, in a sense, you have already expressed your own mind. But for the sake of solemnity, I still have to ask again, are you willing to work for Your Royal Highness?"

"We are willing!" Five people talked.

"As long as I can get justice from Tiffco Wimbledon, I am willing to do anything," Hill added.

"Very good. At the same time every week, we will meet here. If there is emergency information, you can report to me in advance as long as you put a purple flower on the door of the house." Tasa confessed, "After I noticed, I will wait for you in the room that night. When you knock on the door, remember to use the three long and two short codes. Do you understand?"

Seeing them in unison, Tassa nodded with satisfaction. "A qualified intelligence officer will not easily expose himself. The first thing you need to do is to hide your identity. Whether it is to explore information on your own, or to develop offline to collect Suspicious information, we must keep this in mind. If you have financial needs, you can apply to me... Remember, don't act rashly. Tiefko will not sit on the throne forever, this is the personal guarantee of His Royal Highness Roland. "He paused. "So, what else do you have to say?"

"Adult, Tefco has returned from the east today," Hill said. "You should have received this news too."

In the afternoon, the new king's knights held flags from the eastern gate to the city. Many residents witnessed this scene. Tassa did not answer the news. He knew that the other party must have the following.

"But in the evening, I heard from the black hammer that Tiefko seems to be planning to recruit a group of rats to join the army. The conditions are in exchange for their chance to become free people. The leaders of the fingers have gone to the palace. It doesn't sound like it's fabricated."

Calling a mouse? Tassa is still calm on the surface, but his heart is soaring. Obviously, these mice can't fight as a formal soldier at all. Then, in all likelihood, they are raiding tactics that are supplemented with pills and used as consumables. The long song fortress is the same. Just this time, what is the goal of the other party?

"This is an interesting news," he said quietly. "You remember to stare at the whereabouts of the mouse. If there is any news, report it to me immediately."

I hope that Tiefko Wimbledon is not going to the West, Tassa thought. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)