Chapter 1533: You are such a good informant...

Ok? Irina stared at McGonagall and looked at the girl again, her brows.
The girl looked at Meg's right hand, and her expression gradually became excited. She took Meg's hand with a sigh of relief, and immediately nodded with satisfaction: "Yes! It is this feeling!"
McGonagall twitched a few times and quickly asked: "What feels."
"Find the feeling of organization." The girl decided.
"Yes, welcome you back." Maggie sighed, right, this is the normal way of dialogue.
"And, the feeling of a man." The girl's face showed a sly smile.
McGonagall quickly took back his hand and took out a gray temple token from his arms and handed it over. He coughed a bit: "Comrade Old Sim, this is my identity token, I don't know if you pick up Notification to the organization."
"Yes, I have received the notice from the organization, let me cooperate with you." Old Sim took the token and looked at it carefully, then looked up at McGonagall and said: "Is there a specific posture requirement? ?"
"It's not this kind of cooperation." McGonagall pulled back his token without a word, and some helplessly said: "There are many people outside, we are advanced."
"Right right, please come in." Old Sim nodded and quickly turned McGregor to the side.
McGonagall looked up at Irina and nodded, using his eyes to signal that everything was in control, and later explained to you, and then walked into the yard.
As soon as you enter the door, the smell of the wine will come. The house on either side of the yard should be a wine cellar.
In the yard, there are some skirts and clothes, and there is a lovely swing in the corner. Feminine decorations and ornaments can be seen everywhere.
McGonagall suddenly understood why Irina had said so.
Really, it’s light to kill him without being on the spot.
"I have assigned a special task to me on the organization? For this day, I have been waiting for ten years. I am willing to contribute everything for the organization, including life!" Old Sim closed the door and rushed to Meg. In front of me, I was full of expectations.
"Old Sim girl, are you the best winemaker of the Fak tribe?" McGonagall did not hurry to say the task, but looked at Old Sim with a little doubt. The girl looked like twenty. The age of three or four years old is not like an experienced winemaker, not the best rum brewer in the world.
"After my grandfather passed away, I was the best rum brewer in the world." The girl nodded confidently, and smiled and shook her head: "Old Sim is my grandfather, actually my name Called Hannah."
"You are not old Sim!" McGonagall was surprised, then his embarrassment was not exposed!
"No, I am old Sim." The girl shook her head again.
"Then your grandfather..." McGonagall was a little confused.
"Old Sim is the name of my grandfather. It is also a code name. After my grandfather passed away, I replaced his position in the organization and kept the code of the old Sim." Hannah smiled and said: "So, I It’s Hannah and old Sim.

Meg's eyebrows jumped and couldn't tell where it was wrong, but felt that it shouldn't be like this.
"Gray Temple?" On the wall, Irina looked at Meg and Hannah, and her face showed some thoughts.
Although there is still some hostility to this woman who actively sent to McGonagall, from their dialogue, it should not be the kind of relationship she imagined.
As for the organization of anything, in addition to the gray temple, she can not think of which organization McGonagall is close to.
McGonagall converges on his expression and looks at Hannah calmly: "Well, in this case, the first task assigned to you by the organization is: teach me how to make rum."
"what???"
Hannah groaned and hesitated: "Just teach you how to make rum?"
"Yes, this is a very important task." McGonagall nodded.

I have waited for so many years, is there no more exciting task?
Hannah tried to say:
For example, at the Jiafeng banquet, the new chieftain was poisoned, and the longest son of the Og tribe chief who came to attend the banquet party tomorrow was buried. some type of……"
"Hey, this Nizi is on the road." I was originally interested in the general, Irina who was preparing to leave early, heard this, and immediately looked at Hannah with interest, so I should do something like this.
Megger’s words are a slight glimpse, and his expression looks awkwardly at Hannah:
From an identity point of view, you are an informant who provides intelligence.

"No, I am undercover." Hannah looked up.
"Okay, I will keep the first one you mentioned, and the second one will not consider it." McGonagall nodded and said: "Besides, an important purpose of our trip is to rescue the son of the former chief who was detained. ""
"Well, Don't know, the prince who is more jealous than his sister." Hannah's eyes lit up. "Are we going to act now?"
"No, no, the specific actions still need to make plans and accurate information. I am looking for you tonight to check some intelligence and position." McGonagall quickly pulled Hannah, who was ready to copy the guy, and his voice was silent. This girl is really an instinctual informant, but fortunately she has not activated her for so many years.
"I know where he is being shut." Hannah looked at McGonagall with some strangeness.
"amount……"
McGregor retracted the hand pulling Hannah's sleeves, or looked at Hannah a little strangely: "Do you really know where he is being held?"
"Yeah, people in the inner city of the Fak tribe like to buy and drink alcohol here. This is the only way for me to get information." Hannah nodded and continued: "There was a guard leader who was drinking here yesterday. I gave him some water in his wine, and then he said the position where Judyan was detained. If he remembered it correctly, he was held in a dungeon under the northern wall of the inner city.
"The dungeon under the north wall?" McGonagall frowned, thinking for a moment, and the dash was not in the information given to him by the Grey Temple.
"I haven't heard of this dungeon before, but the guy yesterday was really a big talk, so he told me the exact location." Hannah smiled.
"You are such a good informant..." McGonagall didn't know what to say.
"So, do we do it now? I am ready for the night clothes, waiting for the day the organization's orders arrive." Hannah has begun to reach out to solve the collar.
"and many more!"
McGonagall quickly stopped to stop the road.
With a bit of helplessness: "Although that guy may indeed spit out the truth after drinking, but we still do not know the specific situation in the dungeon, including internal maps, guards, rotations, specific detentions, rashly, Not only may action fail, but it may also threaten your own safety."
"Oh... no power." Hannah deflated, frowning, and muttering at Meg. "What can I do?"
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