"What did you say?"
Chunky Dun looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that no one was around, he pulled Ed to the wall and whispered into his ear:
"Heartburner... I saw the Heartburner of the Nirvana Order."
Burning Heart... Messenger?
There are no relevant records in the Bureau's internal database. Is there some inside story that I don't know about?
After some quiet conversation, Ed finally figured out that the "Heartburning Messenger" Chubby Dun was talking about was an Extraordinary assassin specially trained by the Nirvana Order. Generally speaking, their existence is also a secret to low-level believers, but in an internal conversation, Elder Issyk accidentally revealed a detail:
Heartburners can disguise themselves as Elysions through non-cryptographic means. Before preparing to assassinate, they will cut off their own elven ears and sew a pair of human ears using special thread and ointment.
Since this disguise method does not use the "veil" secret text, even extraordinary people with high spiritual vision cannot detect it.
The color of the ears that are stitched together is slightly different from the skin of the face, and there will be stitching marks behind the ears. Due to the body's rejection reaction, the ears transplanted through this method will begin to rot within a week to half a month and fall off within a month.
"I see."
Ed leaned against the wall with his cane and took a gentle breath. Trouble comes one after another.
The information does mention that these assassins who were not afraid of death had killed the Dutch royal family to the brink of extinction through a devastating terrorist attack.
Regarding these people, the only information currently available to the Divine Adjustment Bureau is that before performing tasks, the assassins will swallow a special group of ashes. This will greatly enhance the affinity of the secret text, but it will also cause the user to become irreversible. death and burning all evidence.
The agents were completely unable to catch anyone alive, let alone figure out their organizational structure and assassination methods.
"What does he look like? Where is he now?"
"I just saw him dressed as a waiter, holding a wine tray, and there were faint stitching marks on his ears. When I was about to look at him carefully, he seemed to notice my gaze, so I quickly retracted my neck."
"Does he know your identity?" Ed asked. If Chunky Dun is exposed, the opponent is likely to change his moves.
"I guess he doesn't know. Even within the cult, not everyone knows each other."
"Hmm..." He responded, staring at the orange-yellow gas wall lamp with a hint of blue in front of him.
Now how to do?
The other party's target is not him, and Ed is still on vacation and has no obligation to protect the prince. What's more, once Prince Edward dies, Catalina's worries about the engagement will naturally disappear.
But... I will earn five less faceless iron coins, almost 2,000 pounds in cash, which is not a small amount of money. At the same time, a big customer will be lost. If the "Prince"'s network of contacts is retained, he may be able to do more.
"Okay, now go find your friend with a sharp voice, and stay there without moving. If there is danger, hide under the table immediately."
After weighing it for a moment, Ed felt that he still needed to help this big customer. He patted Dumpty on the shoulder, then picked up his cane and walked along the other side of the corridor.
It would be too conspicuous for the two of them to leave the venue now. Once the attack begins, the scene will quickly fall into chaos, and the two people may be mistakenly killed by the security personnel as members of the Nirvana Order...well, even though they are.
The degree of crisis in front of him is obviously beyond his ability to handle. The best way is to warn Prince Edward and his bodyguards so they can respond in advance.
How to warn Prince Edward?
Write a note and hand it over? No, that would only reveal your identity. Even if you ask the waiter to forward it on your behalf, the other party can easily ask about your appearance and characteristics.
Throw the written message with a throwing knife? The knife was easy to find, but with my current legs and feet, I had to be stopped before I could even take a few steps. He might even be treated as an assassin and killed on the spot.
The person delivering the message must not know my true identity and be trusted by Prince Edward——
Catalina.
Ed has already decided on the best candidate in his mind. Both he and Prince Edward can trust her. As the eldest daughter of the Oakland family, her warnings at least have a certain weight, and at least they will not be easily ignored.
The most important thing is that I can use my identity as the secret keeper to warn her that even if someone follows this clue, it cannot be traced back to me.
He quickly walked to the window and looked in the direction of the stables. I saw a tall and sturdy red figure parked in the fence. It was Catalina's horse.
In other words, she has already arrived at the hotel.
But the question is, which room is it in?
Ed knew nothing about the architectural structure of such a large and luxurious place. Even with a one-eyed spider, it was impossible to quickly search every room, and he was temporarily in trouble.
At this moment, the little waiter who had led the way for the three of them came over. Ed was not in a hurry to talk to the other party, but instead stepped away from the other party and looked back:
There were no traces of sutures behind the auricles, so the other party was probably not the Heartburner. There is a faint smell of perfume behind the ears, which probably smells like men's perfume. Is it possible that it is to cover up other smells...?
It's a pity that I don't have a nose as sensitive as Quinn, otherwise I could analyze more things.
Ed then stretched out his hand and stopped him: "Hey, what's your name?"
"Uh...my name is Ed." The young waiter blinked his big golden eyes, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
Uh-huh, your name is Ed too? Ed smiled slightly and continued:
"Okay, Ed, now I have to ask you to do me a little favor. How can I get to the resting area of the Auckland family? I have some things that I need to communicate with there."
After saying that, he smiled and took out a small gold coin of one pound denomination from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of the waiter Ed.
The other party was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and his suspicious eyes stayed on Ed for a few seconds, and then nodded:
"Please come with me."
He turned around and led Ed, who was holding a cane, toward the rest area of the Oakland home.
