“Where are the people from the Capital?” Robin’s eyes, sharp as knives, landed on Chase Porter. Robin might ignore the people from the Capital, but Nightowl couldn’t. As an assassin, he couldn’t be so careless.
“Well… I really don’t know… People from the Capital aren’t like us bugs crawling underground, we can’t easily find out about them, those are big shots,” Chase Porter said, shaking his head in panic.
Most of their information came from all directions. There was an information network under Mountland. As long as you sold information, you could earn money. If the information was accurate, there was a generous reward. Chase Porter was a member of this information network. He was also known as a sewer rat, someone who couldn’t see the light.
However, Robin stood up, one hand resting on his shoulder, whispering into his ear, “You’re trying to set a trap for me, trying to let others get the Sword of Kings, and now you’re defending the people from the Capital. Don’t you think you’re being a bit ridiculous?”
Ridiculous.
Indeed.
He had previously arranged for someone to steal the Sword of Kings, which was then to be presented to Master Lewis, only to eventually fall into the hands of the King of South Land.
Now he was defending the people from the Capital.
It was well known that the people from the Capital had also come to steal the Sword of Kings. However, their purpose was different. They came to destroy the Sword of Kings or prevent the King of South Land from getting it.
They sided with Kisia.
Perhaps this was why Chase Porter was reluctant to speak out, fearing that Nightowl would kill that person.
However, when Robin placed the knife on his neck, he still said, “We have an informant in Master Lawson’s house. He told us that lately, Master Lawson’s movements have been mysterious, and he has been more cautious than usual. Most crucially, there are a few other people living in his house, men and women, said to be relatives, but our informant doesn’t believe they are actually relatives.”
“You informants sound more like housekeepers, observing everything,” Robin replied with a twitch of his mouth.
It was very like a housekeeper.
Perhaps they were housekeepers.
“The information isn’t bad, I might come looking for you again,” Robin patted Chase Porter’s shoulder and then left with Nina Houry.
But Chase Porter was left with red eyes, punching the wall in frustration and hoarsely stating, “Chase Porter, why can’t you be a little more courageous? They are people from the Capital, standing on Kisia’s side.”
He had let Master Lewis’s people come to steal the sword because he felt that Nightowl wasn’t a good person either. If the sword fell into Master Lewis’s hands, there might be a chance for a turnaround.
Whether there was a chance or not, whether it eventually fell into the hands of the King of South Land, it had nothing to do with him. By that time, he would have taken a large sum of money and left.
But if he revealed the identities of the people from the Capital, he could end up sending them to their doom. He could doom the people of Kisia.
Mountland was now filled with many outsiders, most of whom had come to steal the Sword of Kings, intending to give it to the King of South Land. Only that person from the Capital was trying to stop them.
They were the only hope.
And he had just doomed that only hope.
“Chase Porter, you’re such a bastard,” he berated himself, slapping himself over and over. His body, already bloody and weak, became even more frail. But he felt he wasn’t hitting himself hard enough.
He might have doomed all of Kisia with this one mistake.
He would truly be a traitor to his people.
But he was overthinking it.
At this point, Robin and Nina Houry had already left the small alley, Rodent Street, a street as filthy and chaotic as its name suggested – a street of rats.
“Master, was three million too much?” Nina Houry cautiously lifted her skirt, hiding behind Robin and whispering. She had already encountered three rats. She dared not wander any further.
“The three million, mainly for buying information, after deducting the cost of the information, he probably won’t have much left. However, I didn’t expect that in this Mountland, there would be such an information network.” Robin shook his head.
This information network was established by the lowest class of people in society, maybe a migrant worker, or a street sweeper, in any case, their movements were very secretive. Therefore, this information network was not noticed by many, even under the control of the Harding family, it was still thriving.
Moreover, ordinary people couldn’t purchase information and didn’t even know about this information network.
Special qualifications were needed for this, and Robin just happened to know about Chase Porter’s identity, so he used money and threats to get this piece of information. Other people might not be so lucky.
“I don’t know who the head of this Mountland information network is, but they have quite a big operation.” Robin pondered. However, he then stopped in his tracks and looked at the person standing in front of him.
Nina Houry also stopped and hid behind Robin.
In the sky, the faint moonlight illuminated the rundown, slightly dirty and chaotic alley, and also shone on the person in front of them, covered with a black cloak, making it impossible to see their face.
“The Temples’ twelve Agents, Shadow.”
The black cloak emitted a somewhat hoarse, sneaky voice, as if it was coming from all directions. In this dark alley, it brought a touch of horror.
However, Robin squinted his eyes, “Twelve Agents, Shadow?”
The Temples had Lord Fisher, under him were the four bishops, seven Sins, twelve Agents and twelve assassins. The twelve Agents were not necessarily stronger than the twelve assassins, but their status was higher. This was because they were core members of the Temples.
“It’s me. Nightowl, you are also a member of the Temples. Lord Fisher wants you to come back now. As long as you hand over the Sword of Kings, you will be given a position as one of the twelve Agents, equal to me,” Shadow said, spreading his hands.
“Trying to persuade me to defect?”
Robin hooked the corner of his mouth, “Since it’s persuasion, your rank isn’t high enough. Let Lord Fisher come and talk to me personally. If the talk goes well, then I will naturally hand over the Sword of Kings.”
If Lord Fisher really came, Robin would slaughter that guy. This guy was always causing trouble, so it would be great to kill him. It would save the Temples from creating world wars all day long.
“How presumptuous.”
Shadow cursed. In his view, Nightowl’s words were a great blasphemy against the holy Master. How could Lord Fisher, such a noble person, possibly come out to talk to this guy? What did they take Lord Fisher for?
“Nightowl, I said, hand over the Sword of Kings, the Temples can promote you to the twelve Agents, don’t be stubborn,” Shadow’s tone was already filled with killing intent.
But Robin still said, “I told you, your rank isn’t high enough.”
The air was filled with a hint of gunpowder.