Author: Monroe Wuque

The third day.

In the small attic with dark light, a red candle stood on the table, and the orange light reflected the blurred outline of the goat man.

There are no windows on all sides of the attic, and even during the day, it still wins over a gloomy darkness.

Like the motto of the organization, wait for the light in the darkness.

The goat man sat quietly behind the table, facing the door, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the wind swept into the outside made the candlelight flutter, the light and shadow twisted, and the face of the goat man became even more blurred.

A fox man walked in slowly, looking at the goat man with his narrow eyes, and his yellow pupils were stained with candlelight.

He was wearing a moon-white silk dress, with a tall figure, and his clothes swayed as he walked.

He walked to the empty chair at the table and sat down.

It's the fox.

When the goat man saw this, his first thought was when did the fox tribe have such an outstanding person?

While muttering in his heart, it did not forget its responsibilities and asked, "What do the guest want to know?"

The fox said with a smile: "Look for an orc, his name is Conrad."

"Sorry, there is no information about Conrad in the organization." The goatman stared at him calmly.

"Is that?" The fox's eyes were deep, looking at it, tapping his fingers on the table, "What price would it cost to get this information?"

The goat man's thoughts were disturbed by regular thrusts, and he subconsciously thought according to his words.

What price does the opponent have to pay...

No... It suddenly came back to its senses and said in a plain tone: "The lack of intelligence is not a matter of cost."

However, the fox saw its performance in full view, but he just nodded slightly: "That's a pity."

After saying that, he stood up and said goodbye, but the goat man felt uncomfortable.

It was accidentally surveyed, and as an intelligence trader, it was a serious mistake. The fox tribe is famous for its deceit.

It sat in its original position, watching the fox push the door and leave with expressionless expression.

Not long after, a deer-headed man came with a smile.

Her antlers have beautiful arcs, and the pure and flawless green is like a lake in the deep mountains.

Her eyes are watery and her long eyelashes are flashing. When she looks at her, she can feel her lively vitality.

The petite and cute deer-headed man sat down in front of the goatman and showed a playful smile: "I want to ask for information about an orc, which is called 'Conrad'."

It was Conrad Goatman again who had a sharp turn of thought and rejected her with the same sentence: "Sorry, we have no news about this person."

"The power of the deer-headed man, is this information enough to exchange information from Conrad?" Lu Lu directly threw out his bargaining chips, "If this is not enough, I still have information about the rabbit-headed man and the fox-headed man."

I just revealed my teammates yesterday, and now I can trade intelligence as a bargaining chip. In Lu Lu's eyes, this is a normal operation.

When the goat man heard this, he couldn't help but show a deep thought. It was really a little moved. The information of the new God-Following Race was the latest focus of the organization.

So, its performance betrayed it again. Originally, Deer was not sure that the vigil must have known Conrad's intelligence. Now a large amount of chips directly smashed the intelligence trader into a dizzy state.

But it remains firm in the rhetoric: "No intelligence, no cost."

Lu Lu shook her head as if she was a pity and did not continue to persevere.

After she left, the goat man was stunned in his seat for a while, and was surprised to see another visitor pushing open the door.

Today's business is surprisingly good. The goat man spoke again: "What do guests want to know?"

The short rabbit-headed man who came in was wearing a floral grass skirt, with bright eyes and looked quiet and elegant.

But soon, the goat man knew that this was just an illusion.

Wei Miao asked gently: "I want to know about Conrad."

The scarlet vertical pupils opened, their pupils were bright, and their three eyes looked at it together.

The goat man turned a corner if he refused, his expression was numb and his eyes were distracted.

It said in a low voice: "Conrad, a pig-headed man, grew up in Chenqing, has an unknown life experience. It is speculated that it is related to the invasion of the werewolf in the Northern Desert 18 years ago..."

Its face was struggling. Wei Miao's smile remained unchanged and continued to ask: "Where is he now?"

"It is suspected to be related to Fu Ze, the clan elder of the Fu family." The goat man squeezed out this sentence with difficulty.

The clan elder Fu Ze should be the luxurious old man in the foreseeable picture, and the information is right.

The consumption of the mind brings the drowsiness of the mind and spirit. Wei Miao let out a sigh of relief: "What is the relationship between them?"

"Conrad was a servant he accepted many years ago and was in his mansion on weekdays." After answering this sentence, the goat man began to frown.

The spiritual tug-of-war is even more intense. If we use fishing as an analogy, Wei Miao first caught a small fish with a fishing net. The fishing net was loose, and the small fish was actually trapped by the fishing net.

But afterwards, asking them a question that was more resistant, this process was equivalent to raising the net. Xiaoyu became aware of it and began to struggle. Asking the question, the net kept tightening.

At this time, the two sides began to fight mentally. It was not that Wei Miao was weak in spirit, but that the limitations of his ability itself, and the people who raised the net consumed more than fish.

So Wei Miao planned to put the Internet on the Internet because her basic purpose had been achieved.

The scarlet vertical pupils slowly closed and were closing.

It was not until Wei Miao left for a minute that the goat man came to his senses.

What happened just now? It seemed that the boss came to ask it about Conrad's question...

Wei Miao, who was hiding among the crowd, walked slowly and followed his memory to the fox man's medicinal shop.

The fox happened to be in the store and was amazed by her arrival: "...Bunny?"

Even though Wei Miao changed her body, the fox still recognized her from the details.

"I have a little clue." Wei Miao sat down on the tea chair in the yard. The tea water was clear and clear, and the fragrance was swaying.

"Well... the deer will arrive soon." The fox didn't seem surprised, but replied.

He met Lu Lu much earlier than Wei Miao, and it seemed that the two left contact information to each other.

For them, the most clever way to contact is to rely on their relatives and instant messaging, which has been tried and tested.

Looking at his calm and composed appearance, Wei Miao blew the tea and said thoughtfully: "It seems that Mr. Fox has won something?"

"A little complicated." The fox added tea to himself, and his movements were elegant. "From the businessman I was responsible for, I got nothing. But I learned a little from another source."

"You are also a person who can descend to God. It is not difficult to learn the existence of the "Night Watcher" from most of the messy and useless memories."

"It's a pity that the intelligence agent seems to be unwilling to tell me for some reason I don't know."

Wei Miao also guessed that the other two would not let the "night watchman go", but whether they can gain depends on their respective abilities.

At this moment, Lu Lu arrived.
Chapter completed!