Chapter 151: Action exchange

When the enthusiasm brought by the competition gradually dissipated, people returned home with anticipation of the final.
As a countermeasure to terrorism, the Royal Army has strengthened the defense work around the capital on a large scale. In addition to the addition of many new patrol points, security inspections and information comparisons at stations and airports, the new curfew at night has only recently emerged. Due to good public security, the previous capital of the king has always been a city that never sleeps with a rich nightlife, but the recent situation is quite different. If you linger on the street at night and encounter soldiers on patrol by chance, you will be interrogated for some information, and will eventually be sent back to your residence half-dissuaded and half-forced. Even if there is no substantial harm in most cases, people are still unwilling to cause unnecessary trouble after all. Therefore, the king at night is much colder than usual.
However, it is just after seven o'clock in the evening, and the curfew will not come so early. Before the moonlight completely shone over the royal capital, there were still many tourists eating and drinking together outside of some taverns and restaurants.
With these people as cover, Heliga and Fei used their skills and easily came to the Ronbaum Hotel located in the North Street district. This is also where Estiel and Joshua settled.
"Sir, miss, welcome." At the door of the hotel, the old butler received them politely.
"I'm sorry...but we are not here to stay." He lightly took off the hood half-hung on his head-it would be noticeable if he still wears a hat in this kind of place-Heliga touched his arms A letter was issued, "Well, do Miss Estill and Mr. Joshua live here?"
"Yes." In response, the old housekeeper smiled softly, "It's okay for them to live here, but it's still early in the day. Maybe they're still playing outside and haven't come back. If they come to sign, they may have to wait. Up."
"Signature?" Heliga questioned.
"Ah, isn't it?" The old butler looked a little surprised, and the child who looked only twelve or thirteen years old looked like the fans before him, "I thought it must be..."
"... Is it because their performance in the martial arts conference attracted a lot of supporters?" Fei asked uncertainly.
"Yeah...that's how it is." The old butler said with a smile, "Someone has made a special trip to inquire every day these days...Oh, it's far away." After clearing his throat, the old butler realized that the topic had already been discussed Wrong, "So, what is the purpose of the two?"
"Ah... it's nothing." Heliga shook the envelope in her hand slightly, "It's just that one of their friends entrusted me to send them a letter."
"So... I'll pass it on to them, don't worry." The old man nodded, and put the envelope into the hotel counter. Heliga didn't stay too much, nodded slightly, and left with Fei.
"...Ah... I forgot to ask the names of their two messengers..." Only the old butler was left talking to himself.

At 8:30 in the evening, the Liberty neighborhood was very close to nine o'clock when the curfew began, so the street became deserted.
At the entrance of the well-known Liber News Agency office building, a shaggy, unshaven middle-aged uncle hurried out of the large building, looking like a reporter had something to do.
"That person is Neil Bantz." Heliga, who put on his hood, told Fei in a dark corner of the street, "He is one of the ace reporters of Liber News Agency. He may know a lot of inside information... It may include what we need."
"Is this information obtained from Miss Yulia?" Fei looked in the direction Heliga was pointing, doubting whether the uncle who seemed impatient could help.
"Yes... I helped her pass a message to Esther and the others. After all, if she pretends to be a nun and the like, it would be a bit dangerous." Heliga said softly, "in return. , She pointed out the sources of intelligence we might obtain. This should be credible. After all, Esther also mentioned that the information provided by this person also played an important role in the disappearance of the regular ship they experienced before. "
"...But, suppose he does know something..." Fei looked a little hesitant, "then how can you guarantee that he will tell us?"
"It's very simple. First, open a breakthrough on the grounds of their relationship with Estiel, and then exchange information with him." Heliga said, "After all, most of the news from reporters comes from sources with various parties. Obtained by the owner for information exchange."
"It makes sense." Fei nodded, "Ah, he started to move. He walked fast."
"Okay, we also act."
"Ja."
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Nair was walking on a somewhat deserted street. Just now, he took out his work certificate from the news agency and sent away the third group of soldiers from the kingdom who came up to interrogate him. For the general public, it is estimated to be half threatening and half coercion. I was "escorted" back to the residence by the soldiers. However, relying on his three-inch tongue and ingenious excuses made up, he successfully convinced them that he had a reason to appear on the street at this time of curfew.
"Richard... the Intelligence Department..." Nair murmured unconsciously about the information he had just exchanged from the two little ghosts-remembering that Ai was in an exquisite and famous expensive coffee shop in the West Street district before that. Steer's eyes completely disregarded her dissuasion, and Nair's crazy ordering action made Nair feel bad about his wallet. He paid a high price for this in all senses, whether it was economic or spiritual. ... Now, I am counting on this information to satisfy my fanatical ideal of being a reporter in a true sense.
Write perfect, national sensational reports, and get the Pulitzer Prize, which symbolizes the highest honor of journalists. This is Nair's ultimate dream, and he believes that in every colleague who has the soul of a reporter, he has the same enthusiasm as himself.
It's just... this sense of anticipation can't wash away the certain anxiety in his heart now-just after leaving the newspaper building, Nair always felt that he was being targeted by someone.
As a reporter for so many years, Nair has long developed a super intuition. This intuition is different from the perception of hatred, admiration and other emotions of powerful warriors, but is similar to a certain professional instinct. With this ability, Nair can easily grasp the emotional changes of the conversation partner and obtain the information he wants. In some extreme cases, it is also easy to perceive whether someone is interfering with their own reports, thereby avoiding various risks.
As far as the current situation is concerned, the most terrifying possibility is that the secret line of the Intelligence Department has already been eyeing him-thinking of this, and in the worst case, Richard and Nair may have to face directly. Just rolled.
In this contradictory and entangled mentality, Nair did not notice that the route he took had deviated from the road of the royal city. And in a dark alley where moonlight can’t shine--
A hand suddenly pulled Nair into the darkness.
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①The Pulitzer Prize is also the highest award for journalists in reality. The track series is lazy and used directly... Obviously even the distance unit is original, and can't we even make up an award name...233