The main hall of the Harbor Temple, the magnificent building called "St. Mir's Church", was completely sleepless that night.

The guards' iron footsteps on the stone corridor kept trampling, and almost the entire top of Mount Scarpolo was echoing this noise, making people unable to fall asleep.

And in the lounge of the main hall.

Julius Levi opened his eyes tiredly, with only a little light from the magic lamp around him. He struggled to sit up, and the severe pain came from behind the skull, causing him to immediately cover the back of his head and pant.

"Joanna Melissa? Is anyone here?"

He called the name of the nun he knew, but no one answered.

The corridor separated by a wall was hustle and bustle. Apart from his breathing, the huge lounge was silent as if it had sunk into the deep sea. For some reason, he felt dizzy and a sense of panic kept invading his mind...

"No, be more awake, remember how I fainted-

I was on duty and chatting with Marcas. What did I say?

Yes, I said, the Osaint Emma people, the Osaint Emma people don’t have enough chips, we have to increase the price, we have to need more, at least we have to take over the south of Nudaria and the place occupied by the snake people...

No, I didn't say that much, I just talked about Osaint Emma, ​​and then, I fainted-"

"Who knocked me out? Is the commotion outside catching the attacker?"

"No, I remember, the one who hurt me should be..."

He thought in a daze, but did not notice the thin blue quilt covering his body, and quietly climbed up a human-shaped shadow; when he finally noticed the reflection, he suddenly shuddered and almost fell from the bed in fear.

"Huh...Macas, it turns out it's you..."

He raised his head and recognized that the person standing by the bed was his colleague and his old friend. He happened to stand in front of the magic lamp and let the light project his body on the quilt.

"Did you see what happened just now? I fainted, and I seemed to hear someone fighting next to me, but I had no response at that time..."

Juliers kept saying, as if this method could express some tension for him.

But Makas beside him didn't say a word, just staring at him quietly.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Hey, Marcas, why are your eyes so red? Is your face a little longer? You hoho ho--"

"Marcas Scotto", no, it should be "Evan Saxon" standing in the dim light of the magic lamp, slowly pulling out the blood-stained claws from Juliers' neck.

His figure was twisted in the glimmer of light, and finally restored Marcas Scotto's body shape and appearance, and then reached out and flicked it lightly.

The light of the magic lamp was erased.

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The clues were intertwined in a mess, like a knotted ball of yarn, and they couldn't even be picked.

Arixios Auditore was left in La Rochelle's residence by Cyril, and the door to the conference room was closed, and everyone who could provide ideas and ideas was left in this conference room.

"As you said, now we are completely surrounded by fog on Juve Island, and don't know when we can get out?"

"Yes."

"And Evan Saxon dressed as a temple senior, trying to catch all of us candidates at the opening ceremony?"

"Maybe he just wants to kill a few, I'm not sure."

"And some of the people in the temple were also trying to seek some benefits with the people of Osaint Emma?"

"I think this is the case - this is also in line with the temperament of your New Orway Hong Kong people, right? We are rich and we will listen to whoever has a big fist."

"Although I don't want to admit it, it's true - no, let's not talk about these off topics." Arixios rubbed his temples sadly, held his head and shook it back and forth, and finally collapsed on the chair like abandonment, shouting:

"Earl Adrien, I now seriously suspect that you are the agent of the God of Doom. Why can the situation in New Orway Port be so confusing that I, who spread the intelligence network throughout New Orway Port in just one day, cannot understand it? Can anyone explain it to me?"

"Doesn't this just mean that your intelligence network is not that effective, Auditoride candidate."

"Earl Adrien, you can slander my strength, but you can't slander my intelligence network." Arixios suddenly felt excited. He raised his legs and hugged his arms in front of his chest, and said proudly:

"In the past three years, thirteen spies placed in seven districts of Port New Orway have been removed from seven of the port mafia. I have all their rosters here, including how they come to Port New Orway, how they convey information, and how they die-"

"What about the other five?" Cyril interrupted.

"Ah, I'm sorry, that's our move. After all, there are things that cannot be asked by outsiders - then again, La Rochelle was eliminated by twelve spies, O'Saint Emma lost eighteen, and Nudaria lost thirty-seven. While the Mafia's high-intensity clearance of the intelligence network, my intelligence network only lost one person."

This sounds indeed a result to be proud of. Cyril couldn't help but look at Arixios with admiration - he didn't expect that he was also an excellent spy mentor.

"But you didn't need to send intelligence out of New Orway Port. You can easily complete the task by pretending to be neighbors and chatting, which doesn't mean anything." Cyrill thought to himself, and he would not give in. "Unless you can prove that you have found crucial information, such as those related to Ivan Saxon."

"I think with our alliance, we can give up some unnecessary inspirational words." Arixios spread his hands. "We did find a lot of content related to Ivan Saxon, but the specific records are stored in Auditorre's home, so I can only briefly describe them."

"Please come soon." Cyrill reached out and made an inviting move: "We know nothing about the source of the fog, and we don't know his motivation. The only breakthrough we can grasp is Evan Saxon, a clear individual."

He also looked at Mia: "Miss Mia, please record it-"

"I understand, Mr. Wei."

Arixios Auditore stood up and surrounded the long table in the conference room to begin his narrative.

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"Evan Saxon, the current leader of the Port Mafia, has almost dominated the orc slave trade in recent years. It can be clearly seen that he has a strong hatred for orcs and often does things to harm orcs."

"Miss Auditorre..."

"Call me Cassandra, thank you."

"Cassandra. Before starting this discussion, can you tell me why you didn't board the boat to Juve Island, but called me here again? I haven't even touched the door of the embassy."

"Because of an accident, the sea fog blocked the sea surface. Now no ship can go out to sea. Unless a warship is used, no one dares to go out to sea." Cassandra said, raising her arm, and the hanging sleeves exposed her streamlined muscles.

She tied the long hair that was scattered behind her head into a neat ponytail, and put the broken hair on her temples behind her ears. For a moment, the image of the noble lady in a dress disappeared, and was replaced by a capable mercenary sister's head--

"So I can't go to my troubled brother anymore. I have to act on my own. Is there any problem? My dear Evans."

"No more, Cassandra."

Evans took the two heavy ale glasses handed by the bartender, one of which was probably one and a half liters. He distributed one of them to Cassandra, took a big sip on himself. When he raised his head, he saw that Cassandra had already raised his head, pressed the table with one hand and raised the cup with the other, and drank it in a big mouthful of gulps. In a few seconds, he drank it clean.

"Then let's talk back." She casually wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaning forward and lowering her voice:

"Our focus is Evan Saxon, I think so are you, and that count should be the same-"

"Yes." Evans nodded. He was quite clear about what Cyrill was doing.

"He is the leader of the Mafia, and behind him is Shandi Marion, Ivan Petronovich Qiliannov, and maybe other candidates for parliament. I don't know who else, but that doesn't matter."

"What's important is that we observed the Second Navy Fleet of the New Orway Port and dispatched."

"Second Fleet?"

"I don't know where they are heading, nor what they are intended, but the Second Fleet belongs to the Brindisi Military Region, and it is related to Elro Butler - right, it is the Butler of Zoya Petrova Butler."

"Damn it, why haven't the intelligence network found where the man took Zhuoya yet - forget it, let's talk about this later. Evans, don't you think it's a very coincidental?"

"coincide?"

"The election ceremony has begun, the sea fog has flowed, the island of Juve is closed, the fleet has been dispatched, so what is next? Do you think there is no problem with this?"

Kassandra stopped the voice and stared quietly at the alien man with black hair and black eyes in front of him.

Evans only felt that Cassandra Auditorre in front of him was like a different person. From the moment she tied her hair up, she was like a female spy who could speak sweet words and acted at the same time, transforming into a commander and dominating everything.

But he did not feel disgusted with such a Cassandra at all, but gradually became more and more excited: "Of course there."

"So, what is the core of all these problems?"

Cassandra slowly asked and answered: "It's Alvin Saxon."

"He is twenty-seven years old and appeared in Port New Orway twenty-five years ago and was adopted by Clauris Benjamin of the Temple. We don't know if he drifted from the sea or from the desert to the north, but he already has a relationship with the Temple and has a lot to do with it."

"But Clauris Benjamin is dead," Evans intercepted, "and this saint has adopted a large number of orphans, not only Evan Saxon."

"Because of Evan Saxon, Clauris Benjamin died." Cassandra gently patted the table. "This piece of information came from the ascetic monk in the temple. The saint learned about the Saxon slave trade and wanted to make him repent and correct it. They had an argument. The saint pointed at Saxon's nose and said: You are obviously the same as them-"

"Wait?" Evans suddenly realized something and opened his eyes wide. "What did you just say?"

"You heard it right." Cassandra leaned back on the seat, gently touching her side neck, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face: "This is an extremely important point we have learned."

"Evan Saxon, race is unknown, but it must be not human."

The orcs do not necessarily all show animal characteristics, it depends on the blood concentration in their bodies. Of course, rabbits have long ears, so there is no doubt that this is not a problem-

Evans had studied Solconan's academy seriously, and he couldn't understand this very well.

"Is this...his motivation for his slave trade?"

"You can think so." Cassandra smiled and leaned forward again, her eyes falling on Evans' glass, and she took a sip of that glass-

"Please." Evans pushed the wine glass over, and Cassandra blew his stomach unceremoniously, and then wiped the corners of his mouth happily again.

"Evans, there are many businesses that can make money, very many. The main business of the Port Mafia is not the slave trade, but the smuggling of arms - but they even gave up part of the arms transportation for the sake of the slave trade."

"What else can explain besides the distorted psychology caused by Alvin Saxon's hatred of orcs and his own origins?"

The wine table became quiet.

Evans took a deep breath and shook his head:

"I can't think of it."
To be continued...