Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 612 Alvin Saxon

The main hall of the Harbor Temple, the magnificent building called "St. Mir's Church", was completely sleepless that night.

The sound of the guards' iron shoes trampling on the slate corridor kept ringing, almost the entire summit of Scarborough Mountain echoed this noise, making it impossible to sleep.

And in the lounge of the main hall.

Julius Levi opened his eyes wearily, and there was only a faint light propped up by a magic lamp around him.He struggled to sit up, and the severe pain came from the back of his head, causing him to immediately cover the back of his head, gasping for breath.

"Joanna? Melissa? Is anyone there?"

He called the name of the nun he was familiar with, but no one answered.

The corridor separated by a wall was full of hustle and bustle, and apart from the sound of his breathing, the huge lounge was dead silent like sinking into the deep sea.For some reason, he felt dizzy, and a sense of panic kept attacking his mind...

"No, wake up, remember how I passed out——

I was on duty, talking to Marcus, what did I say?
Yes, I said, Osan Emma people, Osan Ema people don’t have enough bargaining chips, we have to increase the price, we have to ask for more, at least give the south of Nudaria, the place occupied by those snake people snatch it...

No, I didn't say that much, I just talked about O'Santa Emma, ​​and then, and then I passed out—"

"Who knocked me out? The commotion outside, is it trying to catch the attacker?"

"No, I remember, the one who hurt me should be..."

He was lost in thought, but he didn't notice that a human-shaped shadow quietly climbed up on the thin blue quilt covering his body; when he finally noticed the reflection, he was so shocked that he almost jumped out of the bed in fright. down.

"Huh...Marcus, it's you..."

He raised his head, only to realize that the person standing by the bed was his colleague, his old friend.He was just standing in front of the magic lamp, letting the light project his body onto the bed quilt.

"Did you see what happened just now? I passed out, I thought I heard someone fighting next to me, but I had no reaction at that time..."

Julius kept talking, as if this way could relieve some tension for him.

But Marcus beside him didn't say a word, just stared at him quietly.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Hey, Marcus, why are your eyes so red? Is your face growing a little? You ho ho ho—"

"Marcus Scotto", no, it should be "Alvin Saxon" standing in the dim light of the magic lamp, slowly pulling out the bloody claws from Julius' neck.

His figure twisted in the twilight, and finally regained the shape and appearance of Marcus Scotto, and then he stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly.

Erase the light of the magic lamp.

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The clues are intertwined in a chaotic manner, like a knotted ball of yarn, which cannot be picked apart.

Alexios Auditore was left in La Rochelle's residence by Cyril, the door of the meeting room was closed, and all those who could provide ideas and ideas were left in this meeting in the room.

"According to what you said, now we are completely surrounded by fog on Jufo Island, and we don't know when we can go out?"

"Yes."

"And Alvin Saxon pretended to be a high-ranking member of the temple, trying to catch all of us candidates at the opening ceremony?"

"Maybe he just wanted to kill a few, I'm not sure."

"And some people in the temple are still trying to get some benefits by getting along with the people of Ao San Emma?"

"I think it's like this—this is also in line with the temperament of you New Aowei Hong Kong people, isn't it? If you have money, you are a father, and whoever has big fists will listen to him."

"Although I really don't want to admit it, but it's true—no, let's not talk about these digressions." Alexios rubbed his temples sadly, shook his head back and forth, and finally collapsed on the chair as if giving up, shouted:

"Count Adrian, I now seriously doubt that you are the representative of the God of Doom. Why can the situation in New Aowei Port become so confusing in just one day? Can’t understand it? Can someone explain it to me?”

"Doesn't this just mean that your intelligence network is not that effective, Candidate Auditore?"

"Count Adrian, you can slander my strength, but you can't slander my intelligence network." Alexios got excited all of a sudden, he crossed his legs, folded his arms on his chest, and said triumphantly:

"In the past three years, the thirteen spies that La Rochelle placed in the seven districts of the Port of New Orville were removed by the Port Mafia. I have all their rosters here, including how they came to the Port of New Orville. How did you send the message, how did you die—”

"What about the other five?" Cyril interrupted.

"Ah, I'm sorry, that's what we did. After all, there are some things that can't be inquired by outsiders. After all, La Rochelle was cleared of 37 spies, O Saint-Emma lost [-], and Nudaria lost [-] people. My network lost only one person while the Mafia wiped out the network intensively."

This really sounds like a proud achievement, and Cyril couldn't help but look at Alexios with admiration - he didn't expect him to be an excellent spy instructor.

"But you don't have the need to send information out of New Aowei Port. You can easily complete the task by pretending to be neighbors and chatting, which doesn't mean anything." Cyril thought to himself, and he would not give in, "Unless you can prove that your search We have received crucial information, such as that related to Alvin Saxon."

"I think with our alliance relationship, we can give up some unnecessary aggressive words." Alexios spread his hands, "We did find a lot of content related to Ivan Saxon, but the specific records are stored in Audi In Torre's house, I can only give a brief description."

"Please hurry up." Cyril stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "We don't know anything about the source of the fog, nor do we know his motives, and the only breakthrough we can grasp is Alvin Saxon This definite individual."

At the same time, he set his eyes on Mia: "Miss Mia, please record—"

"I understand, Mr. V."

Alexios Auditore stood up, circled the long table in the conference room, and began his narration.

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"Alvin Saxon, the current leader of the Port Mafia, has almost led the half-orc slave trade in recent years. It can be clearly seen that he has a strong hatred for half-orcs, and often does things that kill half-orcs matter."

"Miss Auditore..."

"Call me Cassandra, thanks."

"Cassandra. Before starting this discussion, can you tell me why you didn't board the boat to Euph Island and called me here again? I haven't even touched the door of the embassy yet. Hold on."

"Because of an accident, the sea fog blocked the sea surface, and now no ships can go out to sea, and no one dares to go out to sea unless warships are used." Cassandra said, raising her arms, and the dangling sleeves covered her streamlined muscular body. The arms are exposed.

She tied the long hair that was loose at the back of her head into a neat ponytail, and gathered the broken hair on her sideburns behind her ears.For a moment, the original image of the noble lady in formal dress disappeared, replaced by a capable mercenary eldest sister——

"So I can't go to my troublesome brother. I have to do it myself. What's the problem? My dear Evans."

"No more, Cassandra."

Evans took two heavy ale glasses from the bartender, each of which was estimated to be a liter and a half.He put one of the cups in front of Cassandra, took a big sip himself first, and when he looked up, he saw that Cassandra had already raised her head, pressed the table with one hand, and raised the cup with the other, gulping down With that, he drank it clean in a few seconds.

"Then let's talk about it." She casually wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaned forward and said in a low voice:

"The focus of our attention is Alvin Saxon, and I think you are the same, and the earl should be the same-"

"Yes." Evans nodded, he was quite clear about what Cyril was doing.

"He's the leader of the Mafia, and behind him stands Sandy Marion, and Ivan Petronovich Qilianov, and possibly other candidates for parliament, and I don't know who else , but that's not important."

"The important thing is that we observed the Second Fleet of the New Aowei Port Navy and dispatched it."

"Second Fleet?"

"I don't know where they are headed, I don't know their purpose, but the Second Fleet belongs to the Brindisi Military District, and it has something to do with Erro Butler—yes, Zoya Peternova Butler's That Butler."

"Damn it, why hasn't the intelligence network found out where that person took Zoya—forget it, we'll talk about it later. Evans, don't you think all this is very coincidental?"

"coincide?"

"The election ceremony has begun, the sea fog is coming, Jufo Island is closed, and the fleet is dispatched, so what's next? Do you think there are no problems with all of this?"

Cassandra stopped her voice and stared quietly at the foreign man with black hair and black eyes in front of her.

Evans only felt that Cassandra Auditore in front of him seemed to be a different person. From the moment she tied up her hair, she seemed to have changed from a female spy who could talk and play tricks to a A commander who dominates everything.

But he didn't have the slightest aversion to such Cassandra, but gradually became interested: "Of course it exists."

"So, what is the core of all these problems?"

Cassandra asked herself slowly and answered, "It's Alvin Saxon."

"He is 27 years old and appeared in Port New Orway 25 years ago and was adopted by Cloris Benjamin of the Temple. We don't know whether he drifted from the sea or from the deserts in the north, but he and St. The temple already has a relationship, and the relationship is very deep."

"But Cloris Benjamin is dead." Evans continued, "And this saint has adopted a large number of orphans, not only Alvin Saxon."

"Because of Alvin Saxon, Cloris Benjamin died." Cassandra patted the table lightly, "This information comes from the ascetic monks in the temple. The saint learned about the slave trade in Saxony and wants to Make him repent and correct, they had a quarrel once, the saint pointed at Saxon's nose and said: Obviously you are the same as them—"

"Wait a minute?" Evans suddenly realized something and opened his eyes wide. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me right." Cassandra leaned back on the seat, gently touching her side neck, with a satisfied smile on her face: "This is an extremely important point we have learned."

"Alvin Saxon, the race is unknown, but it must not be human."

Half-orcs do not necessarily have the characteristics of beasts, depending on the concentration of blood in their bodies.Of course, rabbit people have long ears, there is no doubt about it——

Evans, who had attended Solkonan's academy seriously at any rate, knew this all too well.

"This...was his motivation for doing the slave trade business?"

"You can think so." Cassandra smiled and leaned forward again, her eyes fell on Evans' wine glass, and she just took a sip from that glass——

"Please." Evans pushed the wine glass over, and Cassandra downed it unceremoniously, and then wiped the corners of her mouth happily again.

"Evans, there are many businesses that can make money. There are many. The main business of the port mafia is not the slave trade, but arms smuggling—but they even gave up part of the arms transportation for the slave trade."

"Besides Alvin Saxon's distorted psychology brought about by his hatred of half-orcs and his own origin, what else can be explained?"

The wine table fell silent.

Evans took a deep breath, then shook his head:
"I can't figure it out."

"I can't think of it either."

"But it's just his motive, the distorted psychology brought about by hatred, it's not surprising—"

"No, no, the point is not here. The point is that every half-orc residence that is destroyed will be thoroughly searched, and every half-orc cub will be personally seen by Alvin Saxon——

Evans, what do you think this is about? "

Evans choked suddenly.

The noble lady in front of her actually knew so many secret things, which he knew nothing about, and Earl Adrian knew nothing about them, and neither of them, La Rochelle, knew anything about it.

He felt that he was not talking to a person, but to an intelligence agency, and the amount of information given by the other party far exceeded his imagination.

But his brain circuit has naturally analyzed the information, and then naturally gave the answer:

"He's looking, looking for someone, or looking for something—"

"Completely correct."

Cassandra leaned back again, seemingly a little tired, gently pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers, and sat up straight after a while, looking at Evans.

"So, have you thought about why I came to you?"

Evans was about to shake his head, but saw Cassandra's rosy lips open, and spit out a few words that he didn't expect:
"Captain Qing Evans, the master of the fleet of the Solkonan Military Academy who took away the Dawn Goddess-class battlecruiser?"

(End of this chapter)