Lord Shenxiu-Chapter 531: Intelligence (Extra update at 2200, asking for monthly pass)

Chapter 531: Chapter 531: Intelligence (Extra update at 2200, asking for monthly pass)

Yet another beautiful morning.

Zhong Shenxiu, dressed in his pajamas, sat leisurely in an armchair, leisurely reading the newspaper by the winter sunlight.

From some hidden corners, he saw the news that the Count had announced the suspension of gatherings.

That was normal!

After all, just by looking at the headlines in the newspaper about the assassination of a politician, it was clear that the kingdom was indeed very angry this time.

It was said that even the flea dens were permanently stationed with many law enforcement officers, conducting raid after raid, and many unfortunate extraordinaries were caught and interrogated for some minor crimes.

Even several secret society meetings had been destroyed in a row!

This had sent the rats in the gutters into a panic.

So, it was understandable that the Count chose to halt gatherings.

"Master, there is a letter from Miss Anna."

At that moment, Johan, with humble obeisance, handed a pink letter to Zhong Shenxiu.

To him, it clearly appeared to be a love letter, probably filled with longing.

And certainly, the master would not enjoy being watched while reading such a private letter.

"Please, leave."

True enough, it wasn’t long before he heard the gentle voice of Mr. Li Wei by his side.

"Yes."

Johan placed his hand over his chest and slowly withdrew, preparing to go to his room to offer a prayer to Lord Shenxiu.

’Hmm... Judging by his breathing, he has already mastered the basics of the Breathing Technique of Origin.’

Zhong Shenxiu nodded to himself, casually picked up a silver knife, opened the envelope, and took out the pink stationery.

It was filled with sweet nothings in the secret language of Mi’en, seemingly brimming with a young girl’s admiration and affection.

But Zhong Shenxiu just curled his lip and took out a specially made small bottle from his chest, pouring its liquid onto the paper.

The writing blurred and spread, and the stationery abruptly levitated, Zhu Qingliu’s sweet voice transmitting from it: "Thanks to Mr. Li Wei’s help, we have completed the mission, and regarding that death shroud, while tracking the politician, we found some leads – it’s said to have once wrapped the body of an old god and is an extremely dangerous cursed object. It was found in the north of the kingdom, having caused the death of an entire town’s residents... Only recently was it successfully sealed and prepared for transport back to the Royal Capital, the specific intelligence is..."

After finishing, the stationery quickly burned itself, turning into ashes.

The original script was imbued with Daoist Skill, emitting sound only when it sensed Li Wei’s breath.

Moreover, it was a one-time use only, burning away after the message, leaving no trace.

"The old god’s shroud, indeed a formidable cursed object..."

Zhong Shenxiu tapped lightly on the armchair with his right hand, his interest growing.

Thinking as much, he stood up, went over to his desk, quickly wrote down a letter, and casually handed it to Mermond who lay beside him: "Take it to the flea den, the address I mentioned last time... and then, secretly find out who it ultimately ends up with!"

Zhong Shenxiu was referring to the correspondence address left by the Earl.

The other party didn’t know that the last transaction was with Mr. Li Wei but had left their contact information.

Zhong Shenxiu intended to provide the scattered clues he had obtained to him, to see if he could synthesize them and obtain sufficient intelligence.

After all, behind the Earl, there surely was a high-ranking being that did not belong to the kingdom.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the confidence to entertain the idea of the old god’s shroud.

While the Earl wanted to drag Zhong Shenxiu into the fray, he had no idea that Zhong Shenxiu also wished to have him take the lead.

As long as the waters of the Royal Capital were muddied, there would always be a chance to act!

"Woof!"

Mermond bit down on the letter, swished his tail, and burrowed into the virtual void, disappearing from sight.

...

Flea Nest.

Behind the narrow iron gate of a certain gloomy alley.

The doorman was idly yawning out of boredom.

After all, there was already an order above not to hold any gatherings; all he needed to do was to refuse every visitor.

Just then, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the environment around him; the temperature seemed to have dropped quite a bit.

The surrounding darkness became turbulent and evil, as if it concealed countless monsters, eyes opening one by one, staring at him unblinkingly.

"What... what’s going on?"

The doorman’s forehead oozed drops of cold sweat, feeling that he might, like the protagonists of many horror stories, die without understanding why.

The next moment, all those eyes closed again, and the surroundings returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

The doorman had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a fluttering letter falling from the sky, landing in front of him.

This startled him severely, and he collapsed to the ground, and it took him a long time to muster the courage to extend his trembling hand and pinch the envelope.

On the snow-white cover was written— "For the Count!"

"It’s a letter for the lord!"

He gritted his teeth, carried the letter, and stumbled off to find the lord.

After all, if he was cursed or something, there were powerful figures behind him who could lift it!

...

The doorman was evidently going to be disappointed.

The one stationed at the Flea Nest was not the Count. That exceptional individual listened to the doorman’s account, his expression changing drastically as well, then took the letter, did not open it, but passed it further up.

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The "Count" came to the study and looked at the letter on the desk, a smile appearing on his face, "Is it that side branch of the Medici? Does he have a message for me? I knew it... nobody can resist the temptation to quickly enhance their power..."

As for the terrifying message that came with the letter, he did not care much.

After all, an ancient noble family with glorious ancestors, even if fallen into decline, still has a considerable foundation.

To have inherited a powerful contract with a Spirit Realm Creature was not too unimaginable.

A powerful collaborator is a good thing!

He expertly checked the heavily screened envelope, drew out the paper, and his expression gradually became excited, "These clues... another piece of the puzzle, very good... I can probably guess how and when it will arrive at the Royal Capital."

Too terrifying a curse object has various strong negative effects.

For instance, it cannot be carried on the person and may even kill all living things within a certain range!

And one of the properties identified on that shroud was that it repelled the Spirit Realm and the void, making it impossible to teleport, and could only be transported by ordinary means!

"Next... I need a plan, to ambush that convoy."

The Count quickly thought, calculating the forces at hand, wanting to exploit the kingdom’s defenses’ loopholes to accomplish this task.

Suddenly, his expression paused, as he thought of something.

"I don’t even know the real name and address of that descendant, how should I contact him?"

"Or... will he visit me on his own initiative soon?"

"He sold a significant piece of intelligence but asked for no reward in return, which is unreasonable!"

The Count anxiously paced and did not notice in the virtual void, a pair of eyes that flashed by and disappeared.

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