No one expected that raid, just like no one expected us to surrender, but if we connect the two things, there seems to be a vague connection. Everything in the world is intertwined and never broken... Deconstructing fate is like cooling the sun. It is impossible for mortals to do this...
Gerland brought a letter, the sealing wax of which had long been peeled off. Tedonaradu closed the book and pressed it on another opened letter. "Is there a clue in it, my lord?" he asked.
"It's all lies. It can only be talked about for entertainment. You know people always like to read unofficial histories, thinking that the real past is hidden among these interesting stories, and the papers kept in libraries are not worthy of trust. They are all fools. Regardless of official history and unofficial histories, When the stories are told, they are all embellished and polished, and you can’t believe a word of them.”
"That makes sense, my lord."
"Okay, Gerland, I know you are here to rush me. What trouble did the wizard's supporters cause again...an earthquake? Oh, thanks to the earthquake, I can live in peace for a while." The Nightingale leader beat. Yawned, "It's been like this everywhere recently, if dark wizards can be considered natural disasters. Mint Field is almost the same as Danlaw, there's nothing strange about it."
The deputy frowned, "Sir Olsson asked to go back to his manor."
"Tell him that he can recall the good times he spent in the manor in his dreams." Tedonaradu said, "Now it has been requisitioned by us." Since there is no way to repair the relationship, we might as well just occupy it. There is no need to worry about a little country noble. "Have you found out the origin of that priestly knight?"
"Found it. They did little to cover it up. The clerical knight is Uriel, who comes from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Tower of Sky." Gerande flattened the letter and laid it out in front of his boss. "Nacita is his friend."
Tedonaradu stared at the cipher text. They really didn't hide it at all. "What is the White Envoy's apprentice doing in Monian Toros?"
"It is said that he is no longer an apprentice. Uriel completed his graduation project in the holy city of Zangwill and is now a full-time messenger of the tower."
"Really? Then he's really good."
"To deal with the White Envoy's apprentice, I don't think my knights can help." Gerland said, "Please apply for support from the headquarters, sir, he is not within the scope of our responsibility. Only..."
"I'm really asking about these things." Tedonaradu waved his hand and interrupted him. "That's not it, Gerland. We are not tower astrologers, so we don't need to care about his resume! It's obvious that this guy is a clerical knight, and the problem is written in front of him." The Nightingale leader waved his arm and swept across the table. "A messenger from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in a high tower, but he is the favored one of Gaia. Of course the goddess does not mind the origin of the believer, the key lies in the mysterious inheritance. Where does his profession come from? Why is he against us? He and the wizard What is the purpose of mixing up the monks? Should we report his presence to the Pope?"
The Nightingale leader slapped the table one last time as an end to his criticism. "You have led the law enforcement team for so long that you have even lost your old skills. Intelligence is our weapon. Why should we recklessly conflict with the other party?"
The deputy looked stiff. The battlefield at Olsson Manor has not been cleared yet. Maybe the conflict that broke out that night was another wave of people, and it has nothing to do with you.
"We have to think about it in the long term," Tedonaradu asserted, "but we can't just let it go. Think about it, if that old guy Debit is lucky enough to survive, what will he reveal to them?"
"He is barely aware of our existence, my lord."
"Don't know?" the spy leader repeated. "After he avoided the trap in the church, he quickly turned around and headed to Olsson Manor. There was only two and a half hours in between. Perwyn had just built a ladder and set up a defensive line to accept the attack. Sir’s invitation to the banquet. I’m glad that the magic of the ladder works properly. Otherwise, you and your law enforcement team wouldn’t even be able to catch up with the end of the battle! You actually think he knows nothing about us?”
"I am very ashamed, Sir. I apologize to you." The adjutant lowered his head.
"Who should I apologize to? The list of victims in Olsson Manor?" Tedonaradu waved his hand. It's useless to be angry with Gerland. He is not a soldier. He never feels frustrated by failure. He only feels happy for success and happy that he is still alive. To be a nightingale is to have the sad consciousness of being left dead in the streets. Gaia, I'm almost tempted by the bounty. "That's enough. Their deaths are not worthless. At least we know who the enemy is."
The adjutant raised his head and regained his composure. It's hard to tell whether his shame comes from the bottom of his heart. It's impossible for anyone to be dominated by pure emotion. "Knowing the enemy is valuable information, my lord, but I don't think it is good news."
Could it be that the news has spread? "oh?"
"According to the report of the ascetic, Peyton Forest died in Eastman. You are right, if we report Uriel's actions to the school, the wizard will probably choose to negotiate with the tower. They don't care about the church at all. honor."
A name that sleeps in memory. Peyton Forest was a loser in the church's internal struggle and was exiled to a small country on the other side of the continent. When the turmoil occurred, Tedonaradu had just been sworn in as a nightingale of the church. The other party is considered a senior of the same group, and the ending is a lesson learned from the past, but the situation of Monian Toros is different. I had no intention of being like him anyway.
"Peyton was not killed by the messenger from the tower." Tedonaradu said, "He was avoiding the punishment of the wizard. The Archbishop was not an ordinary monk. Although his death would cause Eastman's intelligence network to be completely disconnected, But if he is alive, the school will immediately intervene in the investigation." The adjutant cast a confused look, but he did not explain. "We cannot give wizards more opportunities to plant eyes and ears."
"I understand, sir. Do you still want to take action?"
You don't understand at all. Tedonaradu thought. Croita's messenger was not a headache for the church. What really had an impact was the attention the storm attracted. The school is likely to turn its attention to the nightingales. Once things develop to that point, Gaia's weak flame of faith will be destroyed. I have no friends, only damned heretics. "We all have value to each other," he admitted reluctantly, "and it's better to keep things as they are."
"Maintaining the status quo, my lord?"
"You are not doing well, Gerland, and I am not much better. We have not discovered the identity of the enemy. We will temporarily stop our activities in the Mint Land, and I will request reinforcements from Your Majesty."
Doing so means handing over the initiative to the school or even the law wizard. Gerland nodded and was about to leave to reply to Sir Olsson, but suddenly stopped again. He said hesitantly: "But, sir, Bishop Debit is inclined to the school of thought. If he pulls the strings and allows Uriel to contact the wizard sect..."
"Otherwise, how can you deal with him? Of course, he is not the White Envoy, but he is not a fuel-efficient lamp either."
"Uril only entered the tower half a year ago, not long after he became a mysterious creature..."
"Can the apprentice of the tower commander be the same as those mud-legged mercenaries you dealt with?" Tedonaradu said angrily, "Ask Pervin, ask Olsson! Maybe our Lord Sir We will also seek compensation from the culprit." He pulled out the previous letter from the bottom of the book. "News from Eastman, I mean the little kingdom where Peyton Forest presides over the church, the kingdom of the Tower and the native country of the messenger."
Jeland couldn't help but move his eyes.
"That was our place of faith." Thinking of this, he became angry. "It turned out to be messed up by two idiots. The local church went too far in amassing money, and the nightingale sent to monitor was also complicit with them. Payton wanted to press the matter, but unfortunately he chose the wrong person for execution."
"They met the tower messenger?"
"Humph, he is indeed a disaster star, and he is indeed of the same line as Croita. I guess he was involved in Blumnot."
"Brumnot." The adjutant seemed to think for a while before remembering, "Is it the tower headquarters?"
"Go out more, Gerland. You won't gain experience by staying in Danlaw. Well, it's best not to come to a small place like Mintland. These locals will make you feel sick to your stomach." Tedonara Du could only complain to his old subordinates. "Bloomnot, the city of clouds, the home of the astrologers, nothing can be done in that damn place. A priest named Dunbar Fielding was exposed for selling babies. Fortunately, he died. And our people lost the Holy Spirit. Code."
"But not the astrologer's business next. It was just those idiots who were stupid! We almost got it back, but lost the clue again in Clover City, causing the wizards of the school to go to Eastman to search."
"What does this have to do with Uriel?"
"He claimed to be from a Gaia church in Eastman, but our nightingale found no record. It was probably the work of an astrologer. In short, Uriel followed Dunbar Fielding's misdeeds and found out more inside stories, and finally Back to the Eastman investigation. What you should know is young people who think they are doing justice and have an abhorrence of covering up their tracks."
"That wasn't the case when I was young," Gerland commented.
Of course, you don't have a mentor like Bai Zhizhi. You are talking to me. "Peyton Forest immediately sent someone to deal with the traces, and also asked Brother Azbyzian who followed the wizard to Eastman to delay. Brother Azby is our man, Gerland, you may not know, he He was originally responsible for the intelligence management of the Honey Territory, and he is at the same level as me."
"Did he miss?"
"He's dead. Eastman's Nightingales were almost wiped out, but that was after the White Nights. The letter comes from a minor nobleman in Eastman who had worked closely with Bishop Paton. "
"Bishop Payton tried to get rid of him, but failed. So we have to give up?"
"No. Let Jizuk have a headache. He also knows this. We just need to clean up the traces and ensure that the tower messenger cannot find evidence." Tedonaradu told him, "By then, his accusation will be If it is regarded as a slander, Lord Tattoo will drive the boy back to Brumnot, and we don't have to take any risks."
