Chapter 24: .Clash of Wise Men (Part 1)

The luxurious private rooms are bright and warm like spring.
He was still expressionless as far as he could, and seemed to have long been accustomed to the behavior of this unknown woman. He quickly glanced around the room, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he asked softly: "His Royal Highness is in the Mercenary Guild?"
"I have sent two rewards..." The woman replied nonchalantly, turning around and pouring a cup of tea from the shelf. She pushed the teapot somewhat rudely, leaned against the window sill and took a sip, staring out the window. Maple Leaf asked, "The name Saiker...Do you have any impression?"
Saiker... as far away as possible to search quickly, but no results, but he expected that this person must be related to the storm last night, can not help but ask: "Is that the assassin?"
The woman nodded slightly. She also asked casually, without thinking about it, she changed the subject: "How about the hotel?"
"His Royal Highness Saron and Mrs. Lovina are all safe and sound... 9 guards were attacked, including two powerful men... There were no clues left at the scene, and the police department was still clueless."
"Hmm..." The woman turned the porcelain cup subconsciously, squinting into thought. The storm last night was somewhat strange. If the assassin’s target was Saron, it would look like an accidental conflict, but I’m afraid it’s not that simple...
Slowly stepped forward and put the tea set back in place, turned around and looked at the woman's perfect side face, as cold as frost, a trace of embarrassment appeared in her eyes: "Your Highness... Take it out first..."
The woman's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by him, and there was a murmur of trouble. There were magical fluctuations around her, and Shun in a black samurai suit appeared in front of her. This woman was obviously a virtual image created by his illusion.
"So many tasks...not used to it?" The prince usually changed disguise countless times, consciously his friends should be used to it.
He could only show a wry smile as far as he could. His false identity was only used to cover up in the mercenary guild, and he took many tasks in his spare time, and now he is already among the ranks of B-level mercenaries. Although he turned into a woman, it looked completely different from the original appearance, but his gestures and gestures were all the manners used by His Highness, which really made him feel very awkward.
As far as possible, he was still lowering his head and sighed inwardly, and heard the prince ask softly: "Who knows about staying overnight?"
"...Several heads of the logistics department."
"Is it reliable?"
"They are all acquaintances who know the basics, there will be no problems."
"...I suspect... there is an inner ghost."
"Inner ghost?" He looked at him subconsciously as far as he could, recalling the scene of the fight with the assassin, "The assassin was surprised to see me, it doesn't seem to be premeditated..."
"If you weren't there? I thought there was a problem eight years ago. How could it be so coincidental, how could I hit you when you were out of the city..." The long-time internal treacherous hatred, "This time... we must get them out!"
"...Your Highness has a plan?"
The plan...Shun turned his head and glanced as far as he could, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "I caught someone last night...just use him as bait."
"Hello? Where did your Highness meet?" I didn't expect his Highness to grasp the other party's flaws.
"The warehouse next door, using that assassin's appearance to get him on the bait."
"So..." After thinking about it as far as possible, he immediately understood Shun's plan, "His Royal Highness wants to take the opportunity to lead the snake out of the cave?"
"Yes, I have already sent newsletters to major newspapers, asking them to report on the assassin's arrest, and to check the reactions of all parties first..."
Nodding secretly as far as possible, so as to soothe the anxious people, by the way, ease the nervous atmosphere in the hotel, and ask: "Is there anything I want to do?"
"You go to the holy tower and help me find a spiritual monk."
"His Royal Highness wants to make a statement?" He frowned as far as he could. The power of the spiritual monk is weird and unpredictable. It is better to keep contact as little as possible. "I'm afraid it's not that simple... let alone..."
"Try again." Shun waved his hand and interrupted him. He already had a plan in his mind. "Their nest is in the old port area. I have sent someone to take control. You can tell the teacher by the way."
"Understood... Your Highness should also go back?" Jin Yuan responded and stared at the prince silently waiting. Only after getting a definite answer, he bowed slightly, turned and left the private room.
There was another silence in the gorgeous Yaju, and the prince was still leaning against the window, staring at the red leaves rustling in the cold wind. How much inside/scene is hidden in this matter, and the assassin will definitely gain something after the spellcasting interrogates it, by then... The prince caressed the long knife on his waist with a calm face, and there was a wave of magical power. His figure instantly disappeared from the room. The wooden door suddenly opened and closed automatically, and there was no more movement thereafter.
Three poles in the sun, it was a busy time in the east port of the city. In the secret base at the bottom of the alley in the old district, the assassin team was holding an emergency meeting.
Velut had already taken off the black cloth at this time, and finally recovered some eyesight. Because he hadn't slept all night, his blood-red eyes had a lot of dullness and his expression was a little tired. On his left hand sat the foreman and the demon bee with a pale face after his injury, and on his right he sat Uncle Qi and Saiker, snakeskin still squatting on the stone chair farthest.
"...The wild ghost didn't come back...We must plan for the worst. In case he falls into the enemy's hands, the base is likely to be no longer safe..." After a long silence, Virut slowly said the cold state. His voice was hoarse and low, but still extremely calm.
"The most urgent thing is to find a safe way to withdraw... The sooner the better." Verut looked around coldly with his bloodshot red pupils for a week, and issued a serious command, "Uncle Qi, you take the demon bee to dress up. Go back to the ship and take shelter. You have official merchant status, and you will evacuate after the limelight passes."
"Okay, young master." The old man nodded and squinted at the demon bee. "It just happens to be a frail noble lady and doesn't even need makeup."
"You prepare some clothes for her..." Velut followed instructed, and said to the bald man, "Foreman, you lead someone to cover all the passages in the stone castle with explosives. If the base is discovered, it will It can be delayed for a while."
"Young Master, we don't have much dynamite left..." The man frowned, a little annoyed, "Or, add some magic stone fragments?"
"Yes." Virut waved his hand indifferently. "What can be used is added, no need to consider the cost." The foreman responded and got up impatiently to prepare the materials.
There is one most troublesome thing left...Virut leaned back in his chair, rubbed his thumb, and issued the final instruction: "Syker...you go to clear all the secret passages and make sure that there is no error in the secret door mechanism. It is dark, we Evacuate immediately!" He didn't wait for Saiker to answer, took a green vial from the attendant beside him, opened the cork and drank it.
Virut closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, silently enduring the side effects of taking the magical potion with a mortal body, and big drops of sweat rolled from his forehead. After a long time, this terrible pain gradually disappeared, and he slowly opened his eyes with a sigh of relief. The green light in his eyes flashed away, and the bloodshots disappeared.
After being exhausted all night and finally regaining his energy, Virut couldn't help taking a deep breath. He took the towel handed by the attendant and wiped his sweat, waved to everyone, "Go all, wait until I come back to talk about the specific plan. Snake skin ,come here."
Several people said that they were busy, but Sai Keer still leaned on the table and kept muttering to him: "Are you going to save the wild ghost? Take me. This broken place can be checked by anyone. Ah, take me with you!" The Shadow Assassin hasn't had a clear understanding of the current situation. From his point of view, since the wild ghost has been caught by someone, can it be enough to the person back?
Virut ignored him, sitting on a stone chair with a straight face, picked up a black bag at the bottom of the table and handed it to Snakeskin and said, "Go and change your clothes."
The pretender hurriedly took the bag and went down to change. Taking advantage of this little effort, Velut took out a thin black wooden box from his pocket, and opened it as a set of compact disguise items. Using the small mirror on the lid of the box, while putting on makeup, he whispered to Sai Keer: "Is the fault not big enough? Hurry up and clean up the secret passage."
"What's there to clean up... You take me there, I'm hiding in your shadow, others can't see."
The more critical the juncture, the more troublesome this foolish fellow will be. If he really wants to take him, maybe even the door of the house will be blasted away. Virut couldn't help but become angry after thinking about it. He leaned over and pointed to the secret door in the distance with no expression, "Want to follow? All right, just let you follow when you put on that set."
Saiker hurriedly turned his head and looked. By the side of Little Shimen, snake skin changed into a dark red dress wrapped in a thick short fur of fox fur, and smiled at him with a twisted expression. That wretched expression matched this body. Women's clothing makes people get goosebumps.
"...Where are you going?"
"Change it if you want to follow."
"...You are ruthless!" Saiker glared at him and fled the hall in a huff.
This guy...Virut sighed helplessly, and started putting on makeup again. After a while, he was done. He stood up and looked in the mirror to compare. In a blink of an eye, the beautiful boy who was originally fair and handsome turned into an elegant middle-aged man with a goatee.
After looking at the left and right, he put on his black pupils, buttoned on the suede cap, and turned his head and glanced at the pretender. Snake skin quickly wiped her face and turned into a pretty pretty woman. She took out a pair of gold earrings from her waist pouch and hung it on, walking in front of him and turning around.
"Let's go." Virut took off his black clothes and put on a light gray fur robe. He waved at the pretender and walked straight into the secret underground passage. The two walked silently along the narrow tunnel, and soon reached the exit. He leaned into the peephole on the mechanism wall and looked out carefully, quickly turned the button, and pulled out the snakeskin.
Outside the wall is also a small alley that is inaccessible. After taking a few steps forward, Virut took up his snakeskin arms and pretended to be walking outside. The two turned around in the alleys, and finally walked to the wide commercial avenue. They waited quietly on the side of the road for a while before calling a black carriage.
Virut opened the car door in a courteous manner, first carefully helped the snakeskin into the car, then sat down and calmly shouted to the old coachman, "Old man, Fuqian Street!" The coachman smiled and responded. With a flick of the whip, he drove forward slowly.
"Old man, I think there are a lot of guards on the street today. Is something wrong?" He looked sideways out of the window, asking the driver as if accidentally.
"You don't know anything, but something big happened last night!" The old coachman chatted with him with great interest. "After the concert, the Bingquan Hotel broke the assassin. I heard that many people died. Some people say that even our prince is injured, my old man doesn't believe it!" The old coachman shook his head vigorously, and sneered at this gossip.
"Oh... that's a terrific event, how can there be an assassin in a good manner?"
"Hey, my old man doesn't know... I think these two are not from the capital, right?"
"My husband and I are doing timber business in Mingjinggang. I heard about the concert this time. I wanted to come to watch it. Who knows that my wife suffered a wind and chill on the ship... It’s not a coincidence. "Virut sighed in a low tone of bad luck, but his eyes were always fixed on the guards with guns outside the window. The snakeskin didn't dare to show up and pretended to be a sick woman.
"The body is still important, and the body is important." The old coachman persuaded him to turn off the topic. There was a hum of humor, Verut stroking his short beard and listening, occasionally complimenting him, with a familiar polite look.
Not long after, the carriage arrived at the destination and stopped slowly. Virut walked down and stood with his snakeskin carefully, handing the old coachman a silver coin and thanking him again. The old man took the money with an open eyebrow and bowed slightly to the two of them. After saying a few blessings, he drove the car and hurried away.
On both sides of Fuqian Street, there are deep houses where nobles and gentry lived. There are few people and no guards on patrol. He took the snakeskin's arm and continued walking forward, and soon came to a majestic mansion. Outside the huge rivet bronze gate, there are no people visible, only two fierce black jade flying dragon statues stand. The towering red wall runs across the east-west avenue. Behind the wall there are countless towering trees, covering the entire mansion. In the shade of the tree.
"Remember his face." Velutla whispered through the snakeskin, and walked slowly to the door. He looked up at the lacquered wood plaque hanging on the door, which read three "Jade Palace". Big characters, gestures like a sword like a sword, domineering.
It's time for him to move...Virut secretly settled his mind and stepped forward to ring the bell. After a while, a small mouth opened on the side of the door, and a guard wearing a blue samurai uniform walked out of the palace. He glanced up and down at the two of them, squinted his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"