"It seems that the noble men within the red wall can't sit still." The leader stood up. "Please wait a moment, my loyal subject. I need you to inform the other leaders to come here to admire our new prey."
The process of filling the basement again was like filling a moldy pocket with beans. Different from before, the guards in black cloaks formed a belt in front of the leader, and several prisoners with bruises and swollen faces were thrown in the middle, kneeling in a row.
"Didn't I say that? I need them to wake up now."
Kaampang was lucky enough to stand beside the leader, carrying a bucket to wet the heads of these people. He recognized their armor and swords, as well as the twisted family crests. A demon hunter made up of a bunch of nobles? Kaampang only thought that they were like cabbages in the field waiting for the rain and dew.
One of the guys looked up and glared at him, so he hung the bucket on his crooked helmet. There was faint laughter in the crowd. Kaampang didn't smile. He could probably guess what the leader was going to do soon. I'm doing something stupid, he thought. He didn't know if such an overture would please the strange devils under the black cloaks.
"I'm sorry that I asked you to put down your work again." The leader seemed very relaxed, "The infiltration into the Red Wall is still continuing, and the plan to eliminate gangs in the city will take time to advance... Please don't worry, I'm not here to monitor you. The progress of the mission." The noise and laughter became a little louder. Compared with yesterday, his majesty was restrained and unobtrusive, making the atmosphere in the basement heat up as it flowed. "There are always some unexpected gifts in life. Yes, there are many chores, but don't forget that our purpose is only one. Well. What is it?"
Many answers have been given. But to Kaampang's ears, they had the same syllables. "Rebuild San Carlos!" He seemed to see thousands of throats singing under the glass spire of the temple. In the center of the orange flag of the rebel army, a bright and dazzling seven-pointed star was depicted. But he did not dare to raise his head and join in the singing, nor did he dare to remain silent and alone.
"It is for this purpose that I have called you here today."
A mercenary couldn't wait for him to show off. "What is it? Is it related to those captured noble brats?"
"I thought everyone but me was well-informed, Massat." The leader smiled in a way that made the shadow of anxiety disappear. "Our team has always had long ears and round feet, and everyone cares about everyone else. Maybe I should arrange a regular meeting... This is a joke. If it were a daily meeting, you wouldn't be curious. So the urgency is beneficial."
No one asked him for a quick answer anymore. Ka'ampang had heard of the Long Ears. At the beginning of the dispute, they sold information and spied on secrets, and their prices were more abominable than nightingales; Round Feet were the more powerful ones, and the information they revealed was often accurate. Rumor has it that these people can achieve extraordinary gains by walking as silently as a cat. People use this to describe good spies. And a good spy will make people cautious.
Before joining the resistance, he also met Nightingale. Nightingales are different from long ears and round feet. The former is more vicious and often acts as a killer or thief, while the latter is a businessman. But in San Carlos there are far more nightingales than businessmen. Conspiracies and lies abound outside the Red Wall, and assassins rarely go hungry. They walk in the shadows, but not every one of them can cover their tracks. Sometimes Kaampang would come across one or two corpses wearing belt daggers and sharp long needles under ditches and straw. Long-eared people often work part-time, and they only take care of their side businesses at specific times. Of course, whether it is a nightingale or a long-eared one, Kaampang is no stranger to it now.
"Resistance from within the Red Wall has begun," the leader told everyone, "and we will completely dispel their delusions."
What Kaampang was thinking about was that their last attack on the Red Wall suffered a disastrous defeat. The time was very recent, just yesterday afternoon. First the assassin was caught, and then a hidden line connecting the inside and outside of the red wall was uprooted. The leader's attitude was much more optimistic than his, perhaps because Ka'ampang's sources of information were far less extensive than his counterpart's. His nightingales are all mortals, while the leader rules over all the mysterious creatures. Cocaampang had seen the nobleman who had fled beyond the Red Wall, and he begged the chief in despair to leave San Carlos.
"This is different from what was promised," Jazz said, his voice filtering through the thick walls. Kaampang didn't eavesdrop on purpose, but he couldn't ignore the sound that reached his ears. “I was forced to give up the property!”
"I'm sorry." The leader's words were slightly vague. But Kaan Pang concentrated his attention and could still vaguely distinguish it.
"You will fail, Sylvanus. It is not too late to leave now."
"I don't know how carefully you came to this conclusion."
"You don't know him! He is different from Anhal."
"The sky scares you out of your wits. And I am different from you, I am fearless."
"You should be afraid," Jazz said sharply.
"There are some things you don't understand at all." The leader Sylvanus told him, "Except for the true saint, we have nothing to fear. My friend. Words cannot influence the war, but we have the power."
Jazz hissed incredulously. "No matter what power you possess, it is impossible to fight against Croita. Saint? Do you know what being a saint means?"
"Perhaps before long, we will have a like-minded mysterious saint." The leader said calmly.
"What are you talking about? That's crazy!"
"I think you should know better."
There was a suffocating silence. "You're going to find those things."
"Please be respectful. We need them to be a part of us."
"Part of it? You said you want demons to join your team?"
"It's our team." Sylvanus corrected. "What's not to do?"
No answer came. Obviously, the knight inside the red wall was as shocked as Kaampang when he first learned the news. "Gaia, please tell me what's going on in this world?" His voice suddenly became thin. "What do you think the devil is? What do you think the saint is? Don't be confused and listen to deception! Ah, I understand. It must be those madmen who are looking for you, right?"
"I was not bewitched by anything. I took the initiative to find them. I must have the power to fight against the higher mystery, otherwise the war is doomed to fail and many people will die."
"Do you think they will be grateful to you? They would rather die happily if they have anything to do with the devil."
The leader was angry. "You are so stubborn, Wexton. I consider you a friend of the Rebels."
"I thought you wanted San Carlos, but I didn't expect your ideals to be so lofty!" Wexton was also angry.
"You only worry about your property within the red walls. For the love of the gods, don't you know what our victory means?"
"I wish I didn't know, because it would have been another war. Hopefully I would have made a lot of money off of it."
"No one will do business with you, Wexton. As long as the tower exists, you will be on the blacklist of all trading houses. The loyal victim assassinated the Sheriff of the tower headquarters."
Ka'ampang heard the chief's laughter. He suddenly discovered that since joining the rebel army, he had hardly heard the leader laugh. No matter how gentle his attitude is, he does not consciously make people around him feel intimidated. Because of his attitude towards demons, Kaampang had more terrible guesses, but he was not willing to think about it, and he never expressed objections to any of the leader's decisions.
Sir Wexton thought about it too, and his voice grew fainter. "This is also my sacrifice for your cause, Sylvanus. I have been praying for you to establish a new order, and this is proof of it."
Kaampang felt uneasy, but it was not his uneasiness.
"Well, it doesn't matter whether you are crazy or not. At this point, I have no choice but to get on your boat."
"You can't go wrong with your choice."
"Yes, without a doubt. I'm on your side, Sylvanus. Let's get down to business. There's something I have to deal with. The fools in the Red Wall have restricted communications, but my arrest won't last long. ." Sir continued, "I still have fixed assets in Brumnot, and the army needs supplies... right? Judging from your plan, you should be preparing to complete the victory in one battle. The military supplies are insufficient, so this is the only way. I can do it."
"Thank you for your assistance. Wexton," the leader interrupted. Silence once again dominated the room. Kaampang shifted his leg to support the weight. At this time, leader Sylvanus spoke: "Anhar Eddin has blocked all the shuttle stations, and if you don't want to run into the hands of the Sky Realm Commander, you can't leave the Star Gap. You can only go outside the red wall. Depart by boat from the port.”
"How do I contact you?" Jazz asked.
"I remember that your business has its own delivery mark. You certainly won't be hiding anything at this time, right?"
"It's my seal. In pairs." Kaampang guessed that he might have given one of them to the leader.
"Without further ado. Let me give you a ride."
These were the last words he heard, belonging to the leader Sylvanus. Later, all the sounds became faint, and Kaampang could no longer get any news. When the leader left the room with three magic warriors, he pretended to know nothing and left with his subordinates.
"Victory can be expected." At this moment, Silvanus concluded. The sound brought him back to reality. "Our revenge begins now. Ka'ampang, my loyal partner. Please maintain order and ask everyone to see clearly the fate of these knights." Ka'ampang led people to separate the crowd and turned the mirror in the basement . He suddenly realized that there were so many mirrors here that it was scary. "These knights not only have illustrious families, but also enjoy honor in the mysterious field. They are demon hunters."
There were screams in the room. But the amplified noise didn't last long, and the surrounding guards suddenly raised their swords and chopped off their heads.
All sounds ceased. Ka'ampang stood at the end, his nose filled with the smell of blood. The scent he had smelled yesterday as he passed the basement door after the conversation between Chief and Jazz seemed to have traveled through time and space.
