In a simple and dark cottage, there is a lantern on the table.

The dim light can only cover a range of one foot square, and Powell must get close enough to see the handwriting written on the tip of his pen.

Outside the light, there is a wet and moldy wooden house wall, with a urine bucket in the corner, a wooden bed in the middle, and a thin and tattered sheet.

This is a cheap hotel, a paradise for lice and fleas.

The servants, coolies, drunkards, bankrupts, there are many people living here, and the travelers have to take care of themselves.

The big and thick shop owner only provides one house and ignores everything else. If you want to eat, drink, steal or rob, it depends on the guests' own wishes. Don't set fire to the house.

If something happens, the shop owner will collect the body afterwards at most.

Living in such a place is not what Powell wants. But if you are a spy, your life will face up to the twists and turns from time to time.

He was accustomed to living disorderly days in darkness and chaos, serving one superior after another, collecting huge bounties, and spending them casually in a certain gold-selling cave.

Anyway, people who work in this industry basically won’t live long.

Why not serve Victor Hugo? The other party is richer.

Powell thought about this question, and he even talked to other fellow spies. But assassins, thieves, bards, and adventurers who are hiding in towns have all thought about similar questions.

But the answer is obvious, there is no way to cooperate.

Victor Hugo has a strong aura of order. No matter where he goes, he tries to calm the situation and make rules so that everyone can obey him.

Powell had a deep feeling about this when he first went to Harmony Village. He worked as a blacksmith in the forging grounds in the village. Not only did he feel tired, but the foreman even had to take care of what time to get up and what time to go to bed every day.

Most adventurers hate this feeling of being bound, so they like to be free and free. Whether it is killing, setting fire or doing justice, they act completely based on their own will.

Therefore, Powell would rather work hard for the long-legged family, rather live in a cheap hotel with moldy and smelly conditions, rather hide and hide from peace than be willing to participate in the "rich and strong leader".

Under the lantern, two or three paper rolls were placed on the wooden table, and an owl was squatting beside the table, with big eyes staring at Powell's constantly slashing pen tip.

The rough papyrus is too hard and too crisp, and the quill will scratch the paper if you accidentally write. It is a skill to write quickly and well, so scribes are quite professional.

Accidentally, the tip of the pen cracked. A ball of ink dripped down, staining the entire piece of paper. The gray-yellow papyrus absorbed the ink and was immediately scrapped.

Alas..., it has to be rewritten again.

Powell threw the quill and sighed distressedly. He turned his head and looked at the owl beside the table, staring blankly for several minutes.

The owl is the magic pet of a long-legged wizard. An hour ago, it flew over from the window, with a scroll of paper that conveys messages tied to its legs.

This is a faster way to transmit information from another world, but a fixed receiving point must be selected. On the scroll of paper, the wizard hidden in another place informed several situations.

"Adrian's 'evil dog' attacked a manor outside the city by killing two people and forcibly kidnapped one. Victor Hugo might know something and is chasing us everywhere.

The family instigated several bandit gangs to ambush outside the city and continuously attacked the transportation convoy of the "Harmony Chamber of Commerce". However, the small bandit gangs were too weak and could not do anything at all.

A few days ago, the family sir Exxon personally led a team to organize multiple bandits to ambush together and successfully grabbed a complete heavy-duty carriage.

The bandits who successfully robbed received the reward and fled in all directions, but the revenge of the "Harmony Chamber of Commerce" followed.

Many bandits did not escape far enough and were caught by the "evil dogs" by negligence. According to the survivors, the "evil dogs" acted very quickly, had good information, and were equipped with very good equipment.

No one knows why the "Harmony Chamber" reacted so quickly? But Victor Hugo obviously did whatever it takes to maintain his dignity and credibility."

Powell didn't feel sorry for the gang's losses at all. They were all mobs, and they swarmed up like goblins when fighting.

But the tactics and equipment of the "evil dog" are described on the scroll, but it is noticeable.

Those who escaped by chance mentioned that the "evil dog" generally uses a light crossbow that can fire quickly. The crossbow arrows it shoots are very small but extremely accurate, and can easily penetrate the leather armor within 20 or 30 meters.

This is not very good.

For spies who need flexible maneuvers, leather armor is the heaviest protection they can withstand. If there are light and fast long-range weapons that can shoot through leather armor, this is a huge advantage in equipment.

Thinking about the wind forging machine in Harmonious Village, Powell felt that he had to pay attention to this news. "Fuqiangling" could really create such a powerful thing.

At the end of the paper roll, the family wizard also mentioned the new order issued by Pheles. Long Legs.

The new clan leader is organizing a large army of restoration. He asks the spies lurking in Hanfeng City to take action and capture a rebellious leader or important person to show their abilities to allies and demonstrate to the rebellious gangs.

"Catch an enemy leader or important person?" Powell's head hurts. He filtered the rebellious candidates in his mind and found that none of them were easy to catch.

Before, the evil insect believers also thought of using a similar method to obtain the secret of the forging machine. As a result, before they could take action, they were slaughtered by Victor Hugo.

"This is clearly not to treat us spies as humans. If you really want to tie up an important person, you will not be the "evil dog" to come out. Victor Hugo will come to chase us in person."

Spying on secrets is dangerous enough, and tying people is even more of a life-threatening thing.

Powell ignored this one. But he felt that another team led by the family wizard would really consider this task. Because the price of Pheles' long legs was quite high.

"Damn, do these guys think they can do whatever they want as they used to?" Powell knew that being a spy should be low-key and tolerant, "I have to be implicated by them."

Time passed slowly in regret, but the reply letter has not been completed yet.

Powell originally wrote a long paragraph, hoping to advise his colleagues not to do stupid things. But in an irritable mood, the tip of his pen broke and the pages were stained. He really didn't want to write it again.

I found a new quill, dipped in ink, and spread a new piece of papyrus.

The second time I wrote, Powell simply described his current situation and tried his best to reply to good news. He could not contact Pheles and his long legs directly, and all information depends on the wizard's magic pet.

If he only wrote bad news like reporting a death, Powell was worried that he would be considered too incompetent and annoying. He no longer reminded his colleagues, but instead provided him with several choice goals.

The written paper roll was tied to the owl's leg ring, and Powell had to take out a small bag and pick a magic gem to feed the demon pet.

Otherwise, if this demon pet doesn't work, he will even tear off the paper roll tied to the leg ring halfway.

The small bag was opened, and the owl swayed left and right, and his head stuck out to look into the pocket. Then it made a croaking sound, as if it was laughing.

There were only a few very fine and irregular gems and a small amount of gold and silver coins in the bag.

The gems are large and multi-faceted, pure, transparent and radiant. Even the ones in Powell’s bags dare to mock him.

Powell picked a diamond smaller than the grain of broken rice and put it on the table.

The owl bell glanced at it, shook his head in contempt, and was still cooing in his mouth.

Powell was so angry that he was furious that the damn bird actually disliked him. He took out another broken diamond, but the owl demon pet still shook his head.

Powell could only open his wallet and let the owl pick it up by himself. As a result, the beast spoke and said, "If you are poor, don't learn from others to destroy it. It's so pitiful!"
Chapter completed!