MTL - The Law of the Silent Gentleman-Chapter 97 At the same time, the world...

Marco picked up his teacup and took a sip, the fragrant tea filled his lips and teeth, reminding him of the time he spent in the hilly area where black tea was produced in the south of Muchania. "Flower Fountain" is indeed the most famous brothel in Vanessa, and Vanessa is indeed the most famous city-state in Yoder Coast, and even such a high-quality tea can be obtained, which is well-deserved of its reputation.

There were two people sitting in front of him, the older one stared at him expressionlessly, like a finely carved plaster statue, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking; the younger and lighter one was also tense He kept a straight face, but Marco could see that he was only trying to maintain his composure. Compared with his companions, his heartbeat was faster, his breathing was heavier, and his hands folded on his knees would tremble slightly when he raised them slightly.

—still too tender. Marco thought. It would be great if this young master was given another two or three years to practice, then the two of them would definitely have no problem assassinating Boniwell, but time waits for no one. Moreover, Marco doesn't really want the young master to grow into an assassin in his own right, and it will be even more difficult to kill him at that time.

time does not wait! If it hadn't been for one thing after another, and the "master" urging him to get rid of Boniwell as a stumbling block as soon as possible, he could have planned it carefully and done it well. But now things got tricky. He can't kill Boniwell himself, otherwise His Majesty the King will be suspicious of him, so he can only try to get rid of his own responsibilities and hand over this work to others—such as Vanessa walking around the streets, as long as the money is paid Reticents who would die for you. Who knows who is the employer behind the Reticents? They wouldn't leak the news, and if they did, Malkor had a thousand ways to shut them up. Governor Vanessa has so many political enemies, everyone is suspected of hiring a murderer, who would suspect him? Besides, he provided the young master with an excellent opportunity, and it was impossible for him to let himself miss the opportunity.

"I am very glad that the two accepted my proposal. I believe that our cooperation will usher in a win-win situation."

"Who the **** wants to win with you." The young master said coldly.

Good guess. Malcolm could see his thoughts and motives at a glance. His companions were far more enigmatic in comparison. Malcolm couldn't see through him, his gray eyes were foggy and now and then there was a hawk-like gleam, but when you looked hard you couldn't see anything.

"Tell me about your plan," said the Reticent.

With his middle and forefinger Malcolm took out two invitation cards from his pocket, both of which were written in gorgeous cursive script in golden ink: "Invitation to the Carnival Banquet. Use it to enter the banquet hall."

"The guards won't search you?"

"Oh, of course they search, from neck to toe, but they're ordered not to take off the masks of the guests, otherwise there won't be any carnival mystery."

"Then how do we bring weapons in?"

"Give me the weapons, and I can use my authority to bring them in. When you go to the kitchen and find a cook named Patty, ask her for beans, and she will give you the weapons. But remember, I can only Can carry a few pocket knives."

"Enough. How do we retreat?"

"As I said, I will blow up a hole, and you can jump into the underground river to escape."

"But you also said that you don't know where the dark river leads to."

"Don't you have a better way?"

"What were you doing when we were killing people?"

"Have a good glass of wine and watch from the side."

The Reticent sneered.

"Are you guys doing it or not?"

The Silencer flicked his wrist, and a dagger slipped out of his sleeve. Malcol tensed his body, staring at his hand warily, even if the other party attacked suddenly, he would have a way to dodge it. Dodge the first blow, and the rest will be easy to talk about.

The Reticent put the dagger on the coffee table between them, and with a slight push of his finger, the dagger slid across the table and came to Malcolm.

"Get this dagger into the banquet hall."

"That's easy. What else?"

"Just this one." The Reticent leaned back, sinking comfortably into the fur on the couch, "enough."

At the same time, the Copper Carp Hotel.

Lady Theodora received three gold-painted invitations from Rogge the Stargazer.

"What does this mean, Lord Stargazer?"

"The chief stargazer ordered me to send it. He said that he suffered from an illness a few days ago and almost delayed your important affairs. Please treat these three invitations as an apology."

Constantia snatched two from the teacher and gave one of them to Antoine beside her. "Wow, it's an invitation to the carnival banquet! I heard that many of Vanessa's celebrities will be there, including the governor himself, and there will be a lot of fun at the banquet... er, I mean interesting items, is it true?"

Rogge bowed: "Yes, this is an annual event in this city-state. It would be a pity if you don't participate."

Theodora said: "But the invitation is from the chief stargazer himself? I am very grateful to him for giving it up so generously, but I am really embarrassed to accept it..."

"Please don't refuse! The chief stargazer has been in poor health recently, and I'm afraid he can't attend, so he can only pass the invitation on to others. The rest of us don't like to participate in this kind of public group activities, and the banquet is the same every year. But you are from Those who come from other places have probably never seen a carnival banquet, so it’s good to try something new.”

Constanzia kept elbowing the teacher's back: "Sounds so interesting! The chief stargazer is very kind, so don't refuse!"

Theodora looked at her in embarrassment: "Why do you feel like a child who has seen a toy... Sometimes I really don't know if your temperament is suitable for learning..."

Constantia puffed out her cheeks like a puffer fish.

"Forget it, you go with Antoine and Mr. Reich. I'll leave it alone. I have participated in it several times in the past, and I don't like to get involved in these things when I'm old."

"Have you ever attended a carnival banquet in the past?" Roger was greatly surprised, "I thought it was your first time coming to Vanessa."

"No, I lived here for a while," said Theodora, looking away, "for a long time."

At the same time, there was a deserted coast somewhere on the outskirts of Vanessa.

The alchemist Petro, wearing his white beak mask as always, stood on a reef on the shore and built a pergola and looked into the distance.

It's about time. The silhouette of a sailing ship can be seen faintly on the horizon, but it does not approach the shore, it only stops far away on the sea. After a while, a small boat comes from the direction of the sailing ship, too far away for Petro to see clearly There were a few people on board, but it was not very deep, and probably not very heavy.

He took off his gloves, raised them high, and waved them vigorously, hoping that the people in the boat would see him. He waved it for a while, and some kind of fabric floated up from the boat, answering him silently. So Petro put down his arms with peace of mind, sat down on the rock, took out the flagon from his arms, and took a sip of his special cocktail.

The boat was getting closer and closer, and Petro finally saw clearly that there were only two people on it, one was rowing at the stern, and the other was bowed and huddled in the bow. Both of them were dressed in pitch black, and those who didn't know thought they were burying someone.

The alchemist shuddered at the thought.

The boat pulled up to the shore, and the rower stowed the oars in the cabin, jumped into the knee-deep water, and pushed the boat out onto the sand. Petro heard the man cursing: "Damn, don't sit still like a nobleman! Get down and push together!"

Then the man at the bow disappeared.

Petro rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The man had indeed disappeared! It's not his illusion! There was nothing in the boat except for a man pushing the boat. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of wearing a mask, Petro must have dislocated his jaw. The person pushing the boat was so furious that he simply threw down the boat and ran to the shore by wading through the water. As soon as he stepped on the soft sand, a cloud of black mist gathered around him. A figure emerged from the fog, wrapped in a black robe from head to toe, with the hood pulled down so low that only half of his face was exposed. The man pushing the boat grabbed the man in black by the shoulder and shook vigorously: "If I had known, I should have thrown you into the sea to feed the fish!" The man in black was thin and shaken like a tree about to fall. Petro noticed that his right sleeve was empty, fluttering like a flag in the sea wind—he had no right hand.

"Two! I say you two! Don't treat me like air!" Petro jumped off the rock. He wanted to make a gorgeous appearance, but he couldn't stand firmly when he landed, and his legs went numb due to the impact. He let out an "ouch" and fell face down on the beach, with the bird's beak mask inserted into the soft sand.

"Where did the clown come from! The Reticent sent you to meet me?!" The man pushing the boat was furious.

Petro struggled to pull his beak out of the sand. He secretly cursed whoever invented the beak mask.

"Next is... Petro, the alchemist of Vanessa, who is also a reticent." Petro felt that his mouth tasted like sand when he spoke, "May I ask you two names?"

The man pushing the boat said, "I am Barsano."

"Ah! It's thunderous! I never imagined that I would have the good fortune to meet the pirate king of the Southland Sea! Your name is well known in all the city-states of Yord. When mothers frighten their children, they say: 'Be careful that Barsano will take you to work as a coolie on a pirate ship. !'" He curtseyed exaggeratedly, and instinctively spewed out a series of compliments - which obviously worked well for Barzano. The pirate leader held his head triumphantly, immersed in his glorious deeds, and seemed to have completely forgotten the prison he had suffered in Vanessa.

"So who is this?"

"Arasha," said the one-armed man.

"Ah! Although I have never heard of your name, but I see that you are very handsome, and you must be a hero..."

"Where's Enzo?" Orasha interrupted him impatiently.

"Why did you find Enzo as soon as you came...he is in the city. Don't rush into the city, you two, because you have special identities, you must disguise yourself. Fortunately, the carnival is approaching, and there are many tourists from other places in the city. You are not so conspicuous..."

"Is it true that Enzo sent a letter saying that he was going to assassinate Boniwell at the carnival?" Barzano asked aggressively.

"Well, that's how the plan was planned..."

"Okay! I've hated Boniwell a long time ago! I'd like to do my part! And Marco's duplicitous dog! I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

"Don't worry, it's easy to say, easy to say..."

Orrasha looked at the magnificent shadow of the city-state of Vanessa on the horizon. "I just want to find the boat of the black crane. Is there any news about him?"

"This... you will know it when you meet him, I will arrange a secret meeting... ah!"

"There must be time. I have a feeling of foreboding... I am afraid that someone will find it before I do."

"Of course... ah!" Petro suddenly screamed.

"Why are you so surprised!" Barsano said angrily.

"Your boat has drifted away!"

At the same time, the city-state of Zanodia.

In the captain's cabin of Admiral Hean Sueveta's flagship was a brass mahogany chart table with a corner box, on which was said to be the most complete and detailed topographical map of the Yod Coast among the city-states. At this moment, the general is holding a wooden stick in one hand, and the other behind his back. There are several chess pieces on the sea chart, representing the army arranged by Zanodia.

All of the general's deployments are gathered around the chart table. No one spoke. The cold winter rain beat on the deck, and the waves beat regularly against the hull. The noise didn't stop for a moment, but there was a strange silence in the captain's room.

Everyone is waiting for the general to speak first.

Hean Suweita used a wooden stick to push a chess piece to the position marked "Zanodia" on the chart, and looked up and glanced at the wax statue-like faces of everyone.

"I received a secret report that the confidential information of the army's garrison and defense has been leaked. I am afraid that someone will go to war without declaring it in the near future."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, exchanging surprised eyes.

One of them - Suveta's most trusted lieutenant - saluted: "But sir, who will attack us? ... Besides, who leaked the military secrets? Only the generals and leaders of the city-states know this information Bar!"

There was a lot of discussion. It wasn't until Su Weita slammed the chart table with a wooden stick that Xu Xu's whispers gradually stopped.

"Is your tip reliable?" asked a naval captain.

"I believe him, he has helped me before, there is no reason to deceive me about this kind of thing...and I would rather believe it or not. The time for the navy to change defense must be changed, and the configuration of troops stationed in the various fortresses in the north must also be changed! My order, summon all reserve soldiers, and strengthen the defensive forces on the western sea frontier!"

"North and west? Where will the attack come from?" the adjutant asked. "The west is guarded by our brother state Vanessa. The north is in civil strife and there is no time for others. Muchania and our country have recently Ten years without any friction..."

He thought for a while, and was suddenly shocked. "Could it be...?!"

He hurriedly shut up, not daring to say another word. General Suweita's face was livid, and he didn't say a word, neither denied nor admitted, but pushed a few chess pieces to the west of Zanodia with a wooden stick, and then knocked **** the chart marked " Vanessa" position.

"A traitor has arisen from our fraternal nation."

Then, he pushed several pieces to the border between the Yod city-states and Muchannia.

"And our grievances with Mukania have a history of hundreds of years!"

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