It was 9:10 when I arrived at the station. After I saw at least three trains leaving on the platform, a steam train with a rare black spray paint on its body entered the platform from the south.
The shape of the front of this steam train is obviously different from the ones just now. Even the most inexperienced person can recognize that this is a special train.
Shade recalled the train timetable he just saw. This car should be a special train carrying businessmen from the southern foothills of the Rommel Mountains between the two countries. On the one hand, it was to save time, and on the other hand, the businessmen could travel in groups.
It is also helpful for doing business, so it is supported by both countries.
"Could it be this?"
He thought to himself, standing still under the platform pillars with wanted posters and advertisements. The train slowly stopped, and with the sound of gas spurting, streaks of hot white steam mist were sprayed from the bottom of the carriage toward the platform.
People rushing to pick him up rushed up, but within a few dozen minutes, almost all the passengers in the carriage got off.
Shade still didn't move, and then he saw a middle-aged man wearing a black hat and wearing ordinary clothes coming out of the No. 1 carriage at the front.
He looked around, and then soon saw Shad leaning against the platform pillar, holding a newspaper. After approaching, he looked at his clothes carefully, nodded to him, and said in Kassenric:
"Sir, do you like men?"
"Um?"
Shade was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the password mentioned by Professor Higgins:
"no."
He also spoke Kasenlik.
"So what age do you like beautiful girls?"
The man asked again.
"All ages."
Shade said while holding back his shame, wanting to punch the person who came up with this password.
"So, are you interested in going to see beautiful girls with me?"
"interested in."
He said the last sentence of the secret code, and it was obvious that the middle-aged man also breathed a sigh of relief:
"Nice to meet you."
He said in Drarian language, and extended his hand to Shade, who also shook it:
"I hope the password will be normal next time."
"We cannot interfere with the decisions of our superiors."
After shaking hands, Shade handed over the suitcase in his hand, but the man shook his head:
"It's better that you hand over this kind of business secret in person."
He pointed to the open door of car No. 1.
This special train will stop here for about an hour. After changing the locomotive, loading cargo and passengers getting on the train, it will then return to Kasenlik through the mountain entrance. Therefore, the person who came to pick up the suitcase this time may be from the mountain.
The big shot at Carsonlik on the other side.
"OK."
Shade hesitated for a moment and followed the man towards the direction of Car No. 1.
Car No. 1 of the special train was prepared for special guests. The entire car was completely opened and arranged like a reception room. Moreover, when the door behind it was closed, all the noisy sounds in the Fort Midhill Railway Station were blocked.
Already.
There was a smell of spices in the carriage, and girls in maid costumes seemed to be preparing breakfast for the owner here.
A light-transmitting screen separated the sofa set from the desk. Shade could only see a woman sitting next to the desk, but he didn't know who it was.
While noticing the shadow, Shade actually felt the badge on his chest heating up slightly. The degree of heating was very slight, which meant that the woman behind the screen should be a follower of a certain great witch, whose power was extremely low.
, Xia De doesn’t even have to worry about being discovered by the other party.
"Wait a minute, isn't this Miss Carina or Miss Aurora joking with me?"
At this time, even if Miss Carina suddenly walked in from outside the carriage, Shade would not be surprised. But it is obvious that the other party is here to pick up the goods. The woman behind the screen is the follower of the big witch whom Shade does not know.
By.
"Why do I always meet strange witches?"
He muttered in his mind:
"Are there any other ring warlocks? How many rings?"
[There may be four or five rings behind the screen. In addition to her, there is a 1st or 2nd level warlock further away in this carriage. 】
"clear."
Shade did not sit on the sofa, but raised the suitcase with his right hand and held the bottom of the suitcase with his left hand:
"This is it."
He didn't know much about the current situation, so he tried to speak as little as possible and used simple sentences in Kasenlik. This kind of simple sentence was no problem for him.
"Who are you? Where is Professor Higgins?"
The voice behind the screen said, she sounded young, and she also spoke Kasenlik.
"died."
Shade wanted to explain that "a financial dispute with the locals" was the cause of death, but his foreign language skills were not good enough, and it would be awkward to speak Delarian in this situation, so he could only give a simple answer.
"So, who are you?"
The voice behind the screen asked the question again:
"Are you one of ours?"
"We" should mean Gray Gloves.
"of course."
Even if Professor Higgins died, he would probably not tell a stranger such a secret that could lead to the annihilation of the entire army.
"So, what is your code name? Are there any 'our people' like you in the Fort Midhill area?"
"I'm good at pretending."
"Disguise" is one of the more complex Carsenlic Common words that Shad currently knows:
"I am on a secret mission and it is not convenient to reveal my identity."
There was a pause in the middle, not to pretend to be cold, but because he was stuck on the words. The word "secret" was a bit convoluted, and he had to think clearly before saying it.
"You mean, you are one of our people who went on a secret mission? You accidentally met the dying Professor Higgins, and only after gaining his trust did you take on his mission?"
said the voice behind the screen.
"Yes."
Shade simply answered and put the box at his feet. But the car door was still closed, and the owner of the car didn't want to let him leave.
"Sir, I am very suspicious of your identity. Tell me your code name. My confidentiality level is very high. I know most of 'our people'."
"You definitely don't know me."
Shade said in a deep voice.
"Really? I don't know more than ten people at most, so you say you are one of these ten?"
"Yes."
"Hmph~"
The voice behind the screen smiled:
"Do you think I would trust your word?"
"I brought what you asked for."
Shade kicked the box.
"But how do I know that this box is what I want?"
The woman asked, and Shade hesitated:
"I can tell you my code name, but you have to bear the price of hearing my identity. My involvement in this mission is a violation of the rules, and revealing my code name is absolutely not allowed. Madam, if you are sure that your identity is sufficient
, then I will continue."
"Please tell me, I'm sure I can hear anything."
"Okay, I am"
Shade sighed in his heart and whispered an apology to Detective Sparrow Hamilton who was buried in Tobesk Public Cemetery:
"I am a gray eagle."
For Lesia's arrangement, he had to say this. The Gray Gloves probably didn't know that the real "Grey Eagle" was dead, otherwise they wouldn't trust the information in the pen that was passed on.
There was an eerie silence in the carriage for a moment, and then the woman behind the screen laughed again, a very arrogant laugh:
"This joke is even more interesting than the one just now."
"Ma'am, I don't know if you are qualified. Let me prove my identity."
Seeing how confident he was, the woman hesitated:
"You leave first."
So only this lady, Shade, and another low-level warlock were left in the entire carriage. She was a maid and seemed to have very little witch power.
"I received the information from Virgil Cameron of the Principality of Set."
He was very straightforward, and this sentence was a long sentence prepared in advance while everyone was leaving. Since he decided to disguise himself as the ace agent for Lesia's sake, he would not expose any flaws.
"No, no, if you are an agent of MI6, you may also know about this. In fact, no one in the entire Gray Gloves completely knows who Grey-Headed Eagle is, his age, appearance and even gender. Know him.
Everyone knows only a small part of the truth, and together we can piece together the general characteristics of this gentleman."
The woman paused:
"But you are lucky. I once talked to the contemporary king through a wall when he met him."
A sudden thought occurred to Xia De. He had no idea about this matter:
"Oops!"
"Mr. Grey-headed Eagle is very cautious, almost keeping his eyes open, but he is probably relaxing in the palace, so he still let me discover a little hobby of his. Please tell me, sir, Grey-headed Eagle is a very fond of pocket watches, even if
That pocket watch does not match the identity he pretends to be, and he will definitely carry an expensive pocket watch. Fortunately, other excuses can be used to explain the origin of the pocket watch. So, what is the style of his pocket watch?"
Shade breathed a sigh of relief. He knew the style of Mr. Sparrow's pocket watch, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he immediately realized something was wrong:
"Mr. Sparrow's pocket watch is not expensive! Is this a trap?"
Eyes narrowed slightly:
"Since we were talking through a wall, how did this woman know the style of Sparrow's real pocket watch? No, he was deceiving me. But she should indeed know about Detective Sparrow's little hobby, an inconspicuous little hobby."
"I don't like pocket watches."
After understanding this trap, Shade raised a smile on his lips:
"What I love is black tea."
After a pause:
"Yorkshire black tea."
In order to commemorate the detective, he went to the city to find the same tea. Because the price was so amazing, Shade would never forget that tea. After all, even Miss Carina and Lesia, who have picky tastes, praised it.
That kind of black tea is very good:
"Do you need me to tell you a more specific place of origin?"
After 3 minutes and 23 seconds of silence:
"I think it's no longer needed."
The woman's voice behind the screen said softly:
"But why are you here?"
The tone was full of disbelief, and Shade breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the lie had passed the test.
Just as he was about to say that he was here for a top-secret mission, there was a knock on the door connecting Car No. 2 to here.
Then, a maid hurriedly walked in and whispered a few words into the ear of the woman behind the screen.