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"First of all, let me report this information to your Excellency, "Sword of Goddess," and contact the Church. Ince Zangwell, who carried '0-08', is not something that we can deal with with a 'red glove'."

"Secondly, follow this clue and hope to find out where Ince Zangwell is currently. If he has almost completely lost his rationality, he basically acts on his instinct."

"Finally, from now on, always pay attention to every coincidence that happens to me. No matter what the cause is, you must report it to me!"

Soster pondered before entering Port Enmatt.

"Yes, captain!" In the "Red Gloves" team members responded in unison, Leonard remained silent, looked at Daly Simone with a glance, and found that the "gatekeeper" who claimed to be a psychic, did not speak, and his eyes were deep.

At the same time, the slightly old voice of Pales Soroasd echoed in his mind:

"Haha, it seems I'm going to witness an interesting drama."

What does the old man mean? What is he hinting at? We just decided to investigate Ince Zangwell's purpose, and we were found out by "0-08". Leonard withdrew his gaze and suddenly had an idea:

If a person who was already dead secretly conducted a relevant investigation, can the perception of "0-08" be avoided?

...

In the thick fog, Alfred, who was completely lost to his friends' team, kicked open the wooden door of a house and hid in the uninhabited room. The semi-decaying wooden boards hung in the air made a creaking sound, which made people feel upset.

In the middle sequence, he is the leader of a team and is also the target of the key strike by "Red War". When they walk together, they will inevitably face more than one middle sequence hunter attack. Hunters can strangely borrow the abilities of higher sequences. As long as there is a Sequence 5 in the team, it is equivalent to half of the team having the extraordinary ability of Sequence 5. The soldiers of the Ruan who have fought for a night cannot fight against them.

At first he had the power to fight, but the cunning hunters ran away like a knife and cut their flesh. After slowly injuring all the soldiers he carried, they jumped out and gave a fatal blow. If he hadn't been in good condition, he wouldn't have escaped.

He and his only two soldiers hid vigilantly in corners where they could not see the windows or doors. Based on the smell inside the house, they could judge that the poor area belonged to Berens.

This is the downstream of the port, where garbage and waste are piled up, and soldiers cannot come here no matter how hard they are.

"Praise the goddess."

Alfred spoke hoarsely, and the fire burned his throat, and there was a piercing pain when he spoke and swallowed.

Another team member pointed out Hongyue in his chest like he did, and the rest hit the chest with his fist and said in a muffled manner:

“The storm is on.”

They were silent for a while, observing silence for their companions who had just died in battle, and praying for themselves, praying that they could go back alive.

The wooden board was still hanging on the door frame, creaking and swaying with the wind. It was so upsetting that the believer of the storm kicked and kicked off the remaining half of the door panel, revealing the scene of the white mist flowing outside the door.

On the entire battlefield, the sound of a door panel falling to the ground was not loud, but the existence of the fog now greatly weakened the five senses and spiritual intuitions of the people, isolating the sounds made from a certain distance away. These crisp sounds made Alfred's eyelids twitch and twitch.

The believer of the Storm realized that his behavior was inappropriate. His companion pushed him with his elbow. He quickly lowered his head and walked to Alfred, looking like he admits his mistake.

At this time, a series of footsteps came from the outside streets, from far to near, and the ears of the three officers stood up at the same time.

Alfred gave the other two a wink, and the three of them immediately entered the dark corner to hide. Unfortunately, the small house was only a few square meters in size and was stuffed by three adult men.

A few minutes later, the footsteps stopped near the house, and then someone asked in Ruen's words in the direction of the window:

"Is anyone?"

The Ruen pronounced in some Desi County accent, and the sound sounded like a middle-aged man. Maybe he didn't have time to enter the evacuation area and the shelter... The three officers exchanged their eyes, and the believers of the goddess of the night shouted outside:

"Who are you? Raise your hands and stand at the window!"

His words immediately worked, and the footsteps began to move from the corner opposite the outside of the house to the place with windows. A South Mainland man took the lead and appeared on the edge of the window with his hands. When the officer who believed in the dark night saw the brown skin, he raised his gun almost instinctively and pulled the trigger continuously at the person with a South Mainland face.

But the gun in his hand unfortunately fell silent and no bullet was fired.

Then, the man who looked like a servant in the South Mainland hugged his head. A middle-aged man from the North Mainland who was dusty and gray-haired, turned out from behind the South Mainland people, raised his hands to his temples, and spoke in a mellow voice:

"I am a Roon, and I brought Colonel Calvin's handbook to deliver supplies to the Roon garrison of Berens."

Hearing Calvin's name, the officer's gun was shifting down a few points, and he still shouted loudly in disbelief:

"Stand there and don't move, and let your servant send the papers over!"

The man from the North Mainland, with gray hair, nodded, reached into his arms, took out an envelope with a fire-painted lacquer seal, and handed it to the servant.

The servant walked up timidly, not daring to look directly at the officer holding the gun, and lowered his head and loosened the letter.

"Go back, go back."

The officer drove the servants and stared at the two of them. Alfred reached out to take the letter. He held his breath in the anxious eyes of his subordinates of the faith storm and opened the letter, carefully read the text on it, confirming the fiery lacquer seal and the final signature and seal.

"It's Colonel Calvin indeed."

Alfred pointed to the signature and gift on another page and whispered: "The last time Berens came, he brought a letter, and my family told me that there would be a batch of supplies coming."

He took the initiative to look at the middle-aged man standing outside and asked, "Thank you all the way here, what is your name?"

The middle-aged man slowly put his hand down and smiled and said, "Daun, Daun Dance."

After confirming his identity, the officer of the Storm of Faith hurriedly said: "You came from Ruen, right? How many things have you brought? Are there any letters? I am from East Chester County..."

His voice became smaller and smaller. He looked at the surname and signature of the nobles on the letter and said nothing.

"You are a Roone, why didn't you go to the shelter?" Alfred looked at Dawn, who was very dignified and exquisitely dressed.

"I just arrived in Berens."

Although it was dusty, Dawn still maintained his demeanor: "It's really dangerous here. My servant and I lost our way. After hearing the sound, we came over with courage. Fortunately, they were several officers."

"You just came to Berens?"

Alfred was stunned, his expression suddenly became serious, and a majestic aura emanated from him. The other two officers involuntarily looked away. Dawn and his servant even took a few steps back, as if they were afraid to look directly at him.

"Don't lie! The rest of the entrance to Berens has been blocked, where did you come in?"

The power of the ruler fell on others like a whip. Dawn pressed his temple with one hand and said with a bit of pain:

"I came in from the east... there was a loophole..."

The three officers' eyes widened at the same time, and they looked at each other in disbelief, Alfred's tone became a little rush in vain:

"Is there no one stationed in the east? How did your goods come in?"

Dawn frowned and organized the language with difficulty:

"There are only some militias in the east..."

"My goods arrived in advance... The enemy's senior management found me and said..."

Dawn fell into silence, and then slowly spoke: "...Some of the nobles of Ruhn are willing to redeem the prisoners with ransom..."

"He is also... willing to cooperate..."

noble.

The two officers looked at Alfred at the same time, with too many emotions in their eyes. The latter frowned again after a moment of stretching, and was shaken in the choice of honor, dignity and life.

"So the east side was left intentionally for us, right?"

After Alfred stopped using his extraordinary ability, the believers of the storm immediately spoke in a hurry: "This is not surrender, it is a heroic resistance to the end of unfortunate capture. Alfred, we should go back to the command center. Others will need this information. Don't you want to go back? You haven't been back for almost a year. Isn't your family still waiting for you at home?"

Obviously, this retreat was only prepared for the nobles' children, but he said "we". His tone was quite anxious, but his eyes were staring at Alfred. He hoped to spread this message as much as possible than only the nobles' children were saved.

Even if this will cause chaos, as long as people who want to escape can rush to the east and disperse the militia teams, they may have a greater chance of survival, even if there is no... but what if?

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Alfred didn't say anything. The believer of the night whispered to him after observing the words and expressions, but his fingers kept scratching the hem of his clothes unconsciously, revealing the struggle and tangled emotions in his heart.

“…”

After a full minute, Alfred ended his silence and struggle, and he looked at his two subordinates in a solemn manner:

"You can't tell anyone about this."

Then, he looked at the middle-aged man in the North mainland who had been silent and quietly observed them, and waved his hand:

"Where are you storing what you bring? Take us there."

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"Sir, it's here."

Klein took them to a locked warehouse. The lock had already fallen a bit of dust, and it seemed that it had been locked for some time. In order to prove what he said, he took the initiative to take out the matching key from his pocket and asked the Secret Ou Enyuni to open the big lock.

The warehouse was discovered by Klein with good luck. When he came, the door of the warehouse was open and empty inside, and the old guard died in his residence, and the bullet penetrated the thin wooden boards.

Klein found the keys and locks from his residence. After opening the door and transporting all the items, he casually found a body that could be seen everywhere and fed "wrinkled hunger".

The ground was shaking, and there was a rumbling sound of cannons nearby. The warehouse was shaken from time to time to time to fall into dust. Alfred, who had blonde hair and blue eyes, looked very similar to Audrey, signaled to his two subordinates, one stared at Klein and his secret puppet, and one walked in front and entered the warehouse. Seeing several huge boxes arranged neatly inside, the officer walking in front checked for a while for some unknown method, and then made a "safety" action.

“My name is Alfred Hall.”

The blonde officer turned to Klein, with a calm tone with expectation: "Is there anything for me?"

"Yes, Mr. Hall."

Klein nodded and said to Secret Ode Enyuni: "Box No. 3."

Then, he nodded and bowed to himself, then walked towards the box No. 3, which was tightly wrapped in linen, and opened the cover on the side.

Alfred walked over slightly faster, instead of looking at the brand new clothes, money and daily necessities, he eagerly opened one of the small boxes and saw a pen and a bottle of ink inside, pressing several envelopes with Hall family heraldic emblems.

A smile appeared on his face, and he suppressed his excitement and took out the letters and couldn't wait to start reading.

The other two looked at him with great jealousy.
To be continued...