Vol 5 Chapter 205

Brando and Shire stopped.

In front of it is a weird building, as if it is a large illegal building composed of many roof layers stacked on top of each other. A metal chimney winds up along the roof, and a red laziness lies on it. The daring black cat was shaking its tail and squinting in the sun.

The old white wall was covered with ivy outside, and a wooden signboard was placed outside the shop's entrance, which wrote a large line in italic Cruz text-'Indulge in Roses'.

Seeing this line of text, Brando knew he had found the right place.

This is No. 5-201 Suman Street. On the surface is a 30-year-old alchemy shop, but in fact there is a hidden mystery underground. Brando knows that this is the place where the Hazels live in this city. One of the secret contact points.

"Is this here?"

Brando nodded.

Shire glanced up and down and couldn't help but say, "It doesn't look any different, but those Hazel's hide so well, do you really think they need to intervene?"

"Isn't this a necessary question?" Brando brushed the dust on his chest with his hand and replied, "It's just a matter of course for them, but they can get a lot of benefits, and Even if they fail, there is no loss to them. Why would they disagree? "

"But there is no impermeable wall in this world, Lord Lord. They should know very well that the Cruzs must have found out who helped us behind."

"So what?" Brando asked back. "It seems you don't know the Hazels too much, Shire."

"Does Lord Lord know very well?"

"natural."

In fact, the relationship between the Empire and Hazel was extremely special. Prior to this, Hazel was a loose city-state. The short Hazel people are naturally good at magic, but unlike the Bugatians, they are more enthusiastic about researching and developing various storage devices. They believe in the crystal of the dragon of wisdom, and believe that the spark of thinking and wisdom is Inspire everything.

At that time, the Empire's strategy for Hassel was to secretly support some city-states. Creating contradictions between city-states, maintaining balance and balance of power, has prevented Hassel from forming a political and military entity that threatens the empire.

This balance of power has been maintained for hundreds of years.

But about a hundred and thirty years ago, a prophet was born among the Hazels, and this sage came up with a famous hypothesis-the theory of 'the individual is all'. In this theory, the Hazel people believe that the individual's wisdom is limited, but the collision of thoughts can sublimate the wisdom, thereby giving birth to a glory like a god.

Therefore, the Hazel people believe that the wisdom of each individual is crucial in a whole. The whole is made up of individuals, so the individual will also be an integral part of the overall wisdom.

Guided by this theory, the Hazel people carried out a thorough revolution-a revolution in the popularization of magic technology. At the same time, a republic composed of city-states was established like lightning. When the Cruzians reacted, they found that a powerful opponent had appeared around them.

Hundreds of years of hatred have made it almost impossible to create peace between the two nations-while the empire has powerful powers on the one hand, but the legions of Hazel's armies armed with magical technology also faced the opposite empire Don't fall behind.

So war broke out.

Although the empire is powerful, at most only one of the ten can be trained as a qualified knight; while the republic is weak in individual strength. But their ordinary soldiers can have the power of a cavalier as long as they are trained and equipped with magic guides.

The empire has a group of magicians. Although the Hazel's wizards are not good at fighting, they have artillery and tanks, the empire has Pegasus knights and Griffin knights, and the Hazel men also have planes and airboats. Even if their combat power is slightly worse, they You can also make up with quantity.

It takes almost five years for Empire to train a qualified Pegasus rider. The Hazel people can build an airship at most, but it only takes six months. Even if three or four airships are used to replace one of the empire's knights, it is cost-effective.

In fact, after decades of popularization and advancement of magic guidance technology, the Hazel people gradually restored the situation of defeat on the front battlefield, and even launched a counterattack. If it weren't for the outbreak of the tide, Cruzians would likely face an embarrassing defeat on the Western Front.

"In fact, the most recent war between the Cruzs and the Hazels was seven years ago. At that time, the White Army invaded Banlin Valley and occupied Banlin for three years, but it was not long after that. The Hassels hurried back. "

"Banlin's defeat. The empire didn't preach this war much for this reason, but in fact the Hazels were at the frontier at the moment."

"This war is not over yet, but both parties are exhausted and unable to fight again. They can only stare at the front line of confrontation."

"Under such circumstances," Brando replied, "Do you think the Hazels would be afraid of the cruz's wrath? They want to extend the front to other places--"

"Did they ever consider a truce?" Shire was a little surprised. "Especially the empire is not only an enemy of the Republic of Hazel."

"How could hatred for hundreds of years be so easy," Brando shook his head: "Maybe one day the normal state-to-state relationship between the Hazels and the Cruzs will be restored, but that Also after they bleed their blood. "

"This is the hatred of the generations, and it must be quenched with blood."

"It's terrible," Charles sighed.

The two just stood outside the house for a moment and caught the attention of the people inside the house—a young decent looking nobleman from abroad who took his wizard with him, wearing a sword, black leather and a scabbard The silver jewelry is worth a glance at a glance-you know at a glance that this is a generous guest.

In many big cities, magic stores are not just for wizards, ordinary people are their main customers. Deodorants, insecticides and some convenient alchemies, including all kinds of incense, are daily necessities.

But to say that the real big customers have to be wizards.

"Sir, don't you come in and see?" The boss squinted at the belly and shouted at them behind the counter.

"What I want. You don't have it here." Brando smiled back.

The boss was displeased: "Hey, young people do n’t talk too much. I promise you with 30 years of indulgence in roses. Emperor ca n’t find anything more complete than this one. There is a reputation here, you can ask ask."

It was like that, Brando thought to himself.

"Really, then I want the glow of Zell, the sword of indomitableness, the light of thinking. The glory of wisdom."

The boss' face changed: "I don't understand what you're talking about, young man."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Let Mud come out to see me. I'm talking about big business."

The boss gave a complicated look on the two faces. Although they were far apart, he still saw Shire showing his white teeth and smiled at him, his face glooming. His shoulders sink slightly.

But Brando opened his mouth: "I know you have an IV flintlock under the counter, but that thing is not useful to me. There will be a quarter of an hour to inspect the cavalry and you won't do stupid things?

The boss's action froze, and it took him a while to say, "Who are you?"

He was a little hoarse.

"Foreigner," Charles replied with a smile.

Brando shook his head; "who we are is not important to you, what is important is that we are not malicious."

"I can't guarantee that," the boss answered with a frown.

"Although the capital is big," Brando glanced at him lightly; "but I still find where Robbie is."

Fort Robbie was the headquarters of the Patrol Cavalry, and he heard Brando say so. The boss believed two points, he lowered his gun and looked at them carefully before answering: "You guessed something wrong, Mr. Eruin. I have a Type III rifle."

Brando then remembered that in this era, Hassel's IV type has just been developed and has not yet been officially installed, and these foreign spy departments naturally have to change clothes later.

He smiled indifferently to this small mistake.

The boss looked around vigilantly before beckoning them: "Come in and talk, two."

Brando and Shire walked into the shop, and the light in the room was slightly dim. First of all, they saw a variety of closets and shelves on the wall. The weird items on it were full of eyes, most of them were Various potions, several daggers and a light crossbow on the counter, and a box with flannel cloth inside, the groove in the middle seems to be used to hold these weapons.

He looked back again, with a huge glass window on one side, and he could clearly see the situation on the street from the inside of the shop.

It seems that these Hazel people are still very vigilant. The layout of the store is very conducive to observing the movements outside, and it is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The specially arranged scattered and messy house is also easy to hide weapons. As long as there is an invasion, the people in the shop can Dangerous defense.

The point is, even after this arrangement, "Indulge Rose" is still a most traditional magic store.

At least from the looks of it, there are no flaws.

Hazel and Cruz have fought for hundreds of years, and they do not know how many spies exist in their respective territories. They are already experienced in this area.

"Two gentlemen, please wait a moment. I have to ask Mr. Mud for advice."

"As you wish."

The boss then knocked on an iron plate inlaid on the counter a few times, long or short, with no regularity at all. But after a moment, he looked up and said to Brando, "Mr. Mudd agreed, but with one condition, you can go in, and your followers must stay."

"Then I'll stay, then." Charles shrugged, and answered indifferently.

The boss froze slightly. He thought the other party would hesitate, but he didn't expect it to be so simple. And how does that wizard attendant seem not to care about his master's safety at all, no matter whether there is danger or not, how can a protector leave the protector away from him?

Of course, he didn't know that as a wizard mage card, he could be summoned to Brando at any time, so it didn't matter whether he was separated or not.

Brando smiled at him: "I dare come here alone. Naturally I have every confidence."

"That being the case," the boss' face changed again. "Then follow me."

As he said, he opened the door and let Brando enter. The two walked up the stairs to the second floor. In a room on the second floor facing the street, Brando saw the principal here.

Hassels are half the height of ordinary humans. Wearing a decent black dress with a white vest inside, trousers with a silver chain hanging on it, a pocket watch in a purse, a civilized stick in his hand, a bowler hat, and scrupulous hair.

It doesn't look like a spy boss, but a gentleman.

The little Hassel had a mustache and a monocle. While Brando was looking at him, he was squinting his eyes through Brandon.

"An Eruin," he said; "why is an Eruin appearing here now?"

Brando looked at the little dwarf. He only knew that the other party was called Mudd. His experience of being the principal at this moment was later learned from his personal resume.

This shows that this guy was promoted later, because only npcs who have reached a certain level of status will be able to make detailed resumes for them to facilitate tasks and reputation.

Judging from Hasel's bureaucracy. This guy is likely to be promoted to an ambassador abroad or the deputy director of the security department after making his contribution.

"I'm here. I want you to do me a favor." Brando opened the door and saw the road.

Mudd smiled: "I think I know who your Excellency is."

Brando didn't care. If the other party couldn't guess who he was, that would be strange. As a spy network, if it ’s unclear what happened in the empire recently, it would be better to go home and plant it. sweet potato.

"His Excellency is Count Tonigel, oh. It is said that it will soon become Count Jean Denel. You know, I'm glad to see Mr. Earl appear here now, because Mr. Earl appears here, it means that the Empire has trouble Now. "

Mudd shrugged: "You know. Whenever the Empire is in trouble, I am very happy-praise the light of wisdom and thinking, then, Sir, how can we help you?"

"Also," he waved the civilization stick: "What benefits can we get?"

"I'm not bothering you to help," Brando replied.

"No trouble," Mud nodded. "This is one of them. I know your Excellency still has the following, please continue."

"I want you to help me investigate the whereabouts of a person. It should only be a hand to you."

"So who is he?"

"It's her," Brando corrected. "Countess Valachi, you should have heard the name."

"It turned out to be her," Mud's monocle reflected, "I see, it's wonderful, it looks like Mr. Earl wants the Empire to lose a big face."

"It's not just a question of the face," Brando whispered, "and the mountain people."

Mudd took a breath and said, "I have to say, you are right, it looks like a good deal." He paused: "That is, we just need to help you investigate Varachi The Countess's whereabouts— "

"Just that, and I will finish the rest."

"So what good can Mr. Earl get, as far as I know, the Empire is the enemy of the Republic, but not necessarily the enemy of Eruin."

"It's the best thing to save my people."

Mud could not help but glance at him deeply: "The Republic never gives up any of his subjects, wisdom and glory are one, and the individual is all—"

He held out his hand: "It doesn't seem that Hasel and Eruin have to fight side by side on the battlefield, but they can still be good allies."

Brando smiled and shook his hand: "Good cooperation."

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