"Do you suspect that the fleet of ‘Illness of the Diseases’ is hidden there?” Anderson listened to the words of Nitz, and asked in a thoughtful way.

Daniz replied with excitement:

"Maybe it is big! Isn't the 'black death number' disappearing after driving west out of the island of Celos?"

Anderson snorted and laughed:

"If the whereabouts of the 'disease lieutenant' is so easy to be heard by you, what is the need for her to hide?

"How can the islands that you can even hear can be said to be sufficiently secret?"

"Hey! What do you mean?" Daniz felt himself ridiculed.

Anderson spread the stalls:

"I don't mean anything, I am just using my brain to analyze.

"The island should be there, but it belongs to the type that many people here know, or who has deliberately released it.

"If it is the former, the fleet of ‘the disease will be’ Trey can’t hide there. If it’s the latter, it’s a bit interesting. Who will release this news?”

Daniz had some anger at first, and then began to analyze with Anderson's ideas:

“The trap of some pirates or adventurers? An island with no resources can’t be explored.

“‘Is the disease going to myself’? In order to figure out who is going to track her whereabouts?”

Anderson smiled and said:

"Yes, after my teaching, you have made great progress. Otherwise, I suspect that even if you drink the 'conspiracy' potion, you can't raise your mind. It will only change the enemy and become stupid. He pulled himself into the field of familiarity and defeated his abilities.

"This sentence is not what I said, it is said by Russell the Great."

After this period of collection, Anderson has helped Daniz get a master material and almost all auxiliary materials for the "conspiracy" potion, only the last step will be successful.

"I suspect that you have this ability..." Daniz whispered in response to a response.

Anderson did not pay attention to it, said:

"If it is the news that the disease will be released by people, the hidden island is definitely a trap. Maybe there is nothing. There is only one mirror to monitor the ships and humans near the island, maybe it is directly the German. Luo’s important stronghold of the witch sect.”

"What do we do next?" Daniz asked subconsciously.

Anderson heard a sigh of relief:

"You can't think of such a simple thing?

"Where do you hear the news from us, of course we will go to whom, find out the source of his intelligence, and check out such layers, always find something."

Yeah... Daniz wanted to agree with the nod, but it turned into a "hehe".

Near the early morning, the second floor of a casino.

Brown-haired Buzz yawned and walked into his room.

He hadn't had time to light the candle with the moonlight outside the window, and suddenly saw a blazing flame illuminate in front of his eyes, which made him look hard to see things for a short time.

Buzz’s heart tightened and rushed to the side, tumbling on the spot.

Just two laps, his movements paused as if he had been petrified.

This is because there is a bitter chill and a slight tingling in his neck, which makes him have no doubt that if he goes further, blood will spray on the roof.

"You, what do you want to do?" At this point, Buzz's vision has recovered. He saw a blond man standing next to his hand and holding a dark dagger in his hand, while the window was guarded by a black cloak. The cap covers the guy with half of his face.

Daniz did not answer Buzz's question, and his tone looked at Anderson with a slight horror:

"Why don't you do camouflage?"

"How can you let others know who to hate when you pretend?" Anderson responded with a look of disappointment.

"..." Daniz breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, I have not been infected by this habit."

"It doesn't matter." Anderson smiled and laughed. "You can know who I am with this time when I am free to ask someone on the island of Celos."

"Shit!" Daniz blurted his mouth.

Buzzard, who was hit by Anderson with his short sword, couldn't move. He could only listen quietly. There was a feeling that he had returned to Trier and was watching the burlesque.

What did the two of them do? The intelligence dealer was caught in deep confusion.

At this time, Anderson regained his gaze and looked down at Buzz Road:

"Who is the one that deviates from the main channel and is located in the southwest side of the hidden island?"

Buzz suddenly realized something, looking at the window of Daniz:

"It's you!"

In the past few days, this information has only been sold to one person!

...is recognized so quickly? Daniz didn't know how to respond.

Anderson slightly pressed the dark dagger in his hand to make the tingling more vivid:

"Please respect the order."

When Bardston had a feeling that life was rushing, he quickly replied:

"Yes, it is ‘the disease will be’!”

"When did she tell you, why should I tell you?" Anderson continued to ask without any surprise.

"The night before the 'Black Death' left the island of Celos." Bartz replied very quickly, fearing that he was killed by excessive bloodshed. "I didn't ask her why. At that time, I only looked at her beauty." It is worthy of the famous "disease girl" in the five seas..."

Even after a long period of time, now in an extremely dangerous situation, Buzz is also difficult to conceal.

"Is this the charm of the witch?" Anderson said to himself, and asked, "Do you have a way to contact her?"

"No." Buzz fluttered quickly. "She asked me to write down all the people who asked about her whereabouts. When she returned to the island of Celos, she told her, and if anyone got the information from the hidden island, she really left the port. Let him go."

"This way... very reasonable." Anderson nodded and took back the dark stiletto. "Is there a trap?"

"I don't know." Baz answered calmly.

Anderson did not say anything, searched the money in Baz and the room, and then pointed to the intelligence trafficker with a short sword:

"I wanted to kill you, but no one hated me.

"Let's live, curse me several times a day."

He immediately turned and walked to the side of Niz, jumping with him from the window and disappearing into the darkness without street lights.

Buzz touched the neck of the blood, and stood up in fear, and ran to the window to confirm that the two had disappeared.

"It’s a good guy who seems to have a problem with this spirit, or else he’s dead today...” He closed the window, locked the wooden door, checked the room carefully, finally sat down and sipped. The small half bottle is strong.

By the sake of wine, Buzz fell to the bed and fell asleep like that.

Time passed by, and it came slowly to three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, Buzz turned up and sat up, his eyes bright and fascinating, and there was no trace of drunkenness.

He figured out a dagger, opened a wooden floor in the room and picked up a thumb-sized paper ball from below.

After the layers of white paper are unfolded, there is a thick, creamy black thing in the middle.

Buzz took a quarter of his appearance and went to the mirror in the room to smear the thing.

At this time, he saw two figures in the mirror, wearing a white shirt, black vest, one-handed pocket, carrying a short sword, a cloak with a deep cloak, no face.

"..." Buzz’s pupil had just been magnified, and Danitz hit a punch on the back of his head and stunned.

And his last memory is a voice with a smile:

"He really didn't disappoint."

Dealing with Buzz, Daniz bent over and picked up the paste-like thing that fell to the ground, and he laughed:

"This guy actually believes, believe you because he wants him to hate you before he kills him."

His previous conversation with Anderson was actually a pre-rehearsed drama, in order to make Anderson let go of Buzz, it is reasonable and not suspect.

"This shows that you played well enough." Anderson said with a smile. "The performance is not the same."

"Shit!" Daniz shouted without hesitation.

He immediately sighed again:

"I didn't expect him to be so patient, wait until midnight to act, and we are more patient."

"A hunter who wants to capture prey must be patient enough. Sometimes, wait a few days," Anderson responded.

For both of them, this is actually a no-brainer. No matter "hunters", "provocatives", or "arsonists" or "reaners", they are not very good at psychic, let alone mastering hypnosis, etc. Ability, in order to get intelligence, in addition to torture, threatening these ways, there is no way to work hard.

This sentence makes sense, but after that, it will become the lesson for me to teach others... Daniz looked at the pasty-like black things:

“It seems to be to smear it on the mirror surface... and then I can contact the ‘Illness of the disease’?”

"It should be like this, but even if it is connected, what is the use? About her to enter the island of Celos for breakfast?" Anderson sneered.

Daniz also knows that he and Anderson can't influence the people on the mirror side, just instinctively want to do more, and accomplish the task of giving up the goal of German Sparrow.

He frowned slightly:

"What should I do next?"

"Of course, contact Galman Sparo, hand him over to deal with the follow-up. This guy is mysterious in any aspect. There should be a solution." Anderson said, "And he gave us the task of pursuing the disease." Lieutenant General’s whereabouts, there are already results.

Daniz "hmm" and began to come up with items such as candles for the ceremony.

"What are you going to do?" Anderson asked a little oddly.

The head of Daniz also did not return to the altar:

"Summon the messenger of German Sparrow."

"..." Anderson silently for a few seconds. "I will go out and smoke."

PS: At the end of the month, it is wasted if there is no monthly vote.