"Sister, we're here," Cole Cond rushed into the cabin.

"I've told you twice, don't call me sister this time," Itis looked up and glanced at him, "Did you forget?"

"No..." Cole trembled all over, "No, I remember."

"Who am I?"

"I, my clerk, Ms. Itise."

"And you?"

"Father... no, ambassador sent by Calvin Kant, Duke of North."

"Very good, remember not to make the third mistake," Itis stood up, moved his somewhat stiff hands and feet, and walked out of the cabin, "Call all the members of the messenger group and let's go to the inner city."

This is a trick that Itis often plays. She always likes to observe her negotiating partner behind the scenes first, get a preliminary impression before coming forward to negotiate. In addition to preparing for the future, she can also give the other party a sense of freshness. If the target is a man, she will be very interested in herself.

She never shy away from her female identity, but instead regards it as a social advantage.

Since you have the title of the Pearl of Northland, you naturally cannot waste it.

"Where is the head?"

"Of course, I'll put it on the boat first. Could it be that you still want to carry that thing into the bedroom?" She curled her lips, "They're already smelly."

Walking down the pier, Itis noticed that there were a lot of ships in the canal, and many people gathered on the docks, most of whom were carrying bags, and they looked neither like slaves nor merchants. This made her quite curious. Apart from the above two categories, few people would travel far during the spring plowing season.

She recruited a follower, "Go and ask where they plan to go."

"What does this have to do with us?" Cole said in confusion.

"Since Roland Wimbledon has occupied this city, he will always issue some new policies to declare his authority, which can also reflect his character from the side, and of course it has something to do with us." Edith smiled, "In addition, you can spend a few golden dragons to ask the mouse to collect it for you, but I prefer the news I have heard with my own ears."

"Yes, is that true..."

"Look more and think more, ambassador," she said, "this is a rare opportunity."

After entering the city gate, there were more pedestrians on the street. Simple street stalls were placed on both sides of the road. Merchants shouted at their goods, and shouted and sold out for a while. A few years ago, Itis came to Wangdu with his father to attend the fifth princess's adult ceremony. The city has not changed much from the image in memory, and it is still very lively.

If you are in Eternal Night City, you will never see the scene of people surging during festivals or celebrations.

Suddenly, a preacher on the street attracted her attention.

"Wait for a while," Itis asked the team to stop moving forward, and took Cole to the gathering of people.

"You can saw wood? Are you able to build gray bricks? Are you able to take care of cattle and sheep? As long as you have a skill, you are the talents His Majesty Roland needs! Go to the Western Frontier, where His Majesty is building a new royal capital - Wu Winter City! Your talents will bring you rich rewards!"

Talent? Itis thought about it, but what does the new king mean? No winter city? Is there such a city in the West?

After walking dozens of steps forward, there was another circle of people.

"The witches are innocent. This is the confession written by the high priest before his execution," another preacher waved the paperwork in his hand. "They may be your relatives, your daughters, and your sisters! If you are still afraid of them, send them to Wudong City! There, they will receive meticulous care, and if you are reluctant to leave them, you can also go together! Your Majesty promises that the witch's family will receive a house that shelters from the wind and rain and a decent job!"

"High priest was executed?" Cole's eyes widened.

Itise frowned. If this was Roland Wimbledon's new policy, it would have been too ostentatious. Wouldn't he be afraid of thunderous revenge from the church? It was not a battle between the nobles, but an endless heresy war.

I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a disaster to be loyal to such a king.

It took half an hour to walk through the street that leads directly to the inner city, and she found that there were such preachers everywhere along the way, almost making up everything His Majesty did after conquering the capital and repeatedly telling it. Anyone who came to the capital could understand these changes as long as he listened to them for a long time on the street, and he didn't even have to look for mice.

"Sir, I've asked clearly," the servant who was ordered to inquire about the news rushed into the line panting, "they are all ready to go--"

"No Winter City, right?" Itis interrupted.

"You... know everything?"

"I won't look for the hotel for now. Let's go to the palace to submit the envoy's documents," she felt a little bad premonition in her heart, "Now, hurry up!"

...

"What did you say?" Cole said in surprise, "His Majesty Roland has been away from the royal capital for a week? No throne ceremony has been held?"

"That's what the receptionist said," the attendant reported. "Originally, His Majesty left a chief minister named Barov Mons to handle matters, but he also left the capital yesterday. Now there are no one inhabited except servants in the palace. The receptionist also said that if you want to negotiate with the town hall, he can tell you."

"No need," Itis said coldly. She didn't expect that her premonition would come true. She ran around without stopping, but she was lost - Roland really planned to move to the capital, put this great city and go to the West to rebuild a new city! What was he thinking in his mind? You must know that a city of this size would not be completed without thirty or forty years of construction!

"What should we do?" Cole asked whispered at the dazed messenger group members behind him.

She had a calm face and after a while she spoke, "Turn back to the dock, we will also go to Wudong City!"

"Anyway, they're gone, so there's no need for us to hurry up like this," Cole said bitterly, "I haven't taken a shower for a week, and I feel like I'm about to grow lice on my body.

Itis turned his head and sniffed the collar, and also smelled a strange smell. She finally sighed, "Then find a hotel to rest for one night and set off tomorrow morning."

However, when the Immortals and his group arrived at the dock the next day, they found that their ships were burned to the point of only skeletons.

"What's going on?" Itise felt for the first time that he had not had enough brains.

"Ahem, don't be angry, sister-Ms. Itise, look more and think more..." Cole waved his hand and called a passerby, "Can there be a fire on the pier?"

"Ah, you say this," the other party explained enthusiastically, "I don't know which damn person had hidden the body on the boat, and the smell was smelled by the stolen mouse. You don't know, everyone is particularly sensitive to this thing. After all, there was an evil epidemic in the city half a year ago, which was caused by the corpses distributed by the church. In short, it is safe to deal with this thing only after a fire is burned. The captain has been arrested by the guards for interrogation. Why, do you know him?"

Itis didn't know what expression to answer for a moment, and it took a long time to put it in, "Thank you, I don't know you."
Chapter completed!