In the dim, cramped secret room, Grego sat sternly on the comfortable sofa, silently listening to Donald's words. After a slight pause, seemingly pondering something, he continued to speak.
"So... my next task is to find a way to get Devonshire's itinerary?"
"Yes, it's best if you can get it, but it doesn't matter if you can't. The higher-ups will use other methods to create 'opportunities'. They will give Captain three days. After three days, regardless of whether her itinerary intelligence is obtained, the higher-ups will take action." Facing Grego, Donald continued. After listening to his words, Grego also nodded silently.
"I understand. I will do my best to obtain her intelligence. If handled properly, I should be able to get it. Although she is very cautious, she still trusts me."
As Grego said this, Donald added his final remarks.
"Mm, no matter what, Devonshire must die. After she dies, we will search her residence to find out what she was researching. If she has any secret strongholds outside, please try to find them as well."
"I'll do my best..."
Facing Donald's instructions, Grego said his final words. After discussing some other scattered matters with the other party, Grego stood up to leave. After taking a red silk cloth, he went to the front desk to pay, and then walked out of the shop.
After leaving the storefront, Grego continued to stroll leisurely out of the alley. After hailing a carriage by the street, he got in. Sitting on the seat in the carriage compartment, he closed his eyes and began to pray silently.
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During the daytime, on the gray passenger ship filled with travelers upon the surging sea, Dorothy sat on the bunk in her cabin, looking out at the sea through the porthole while recalling the information she had just received from afar through the information channel. A thoughtful expression appeared on her face.
'I really didn't expect it... I haven't even returned yet, and things over there have already come knocking.' Dorothy thought to herself. After learning about her older brother's recent experience, she gained a deeper understanding and perspective on the situation in Tivian.
'It seems... that Knight Big Sister wasn't wrong. The Eight Pointed Nest people can't stand the loneliness anymore and are preparing to return to Tivian. They are also preparing to let their 'dark pieces' left in Tivian play a role, paving the way for their return...'
Dorothy pondered this in her heart. She hadn't expected that just after Misha mentioned the issue of the Eight Point Nest returning to Tivian, the other party would take action so quickly, and their target from the start was Misha. This is the existence in the An Yin Bureau that is likely the biggest threat to the Eight Pointed Nest right now.
'Heh... it seems now... the so-called mole problem within the An Yin Bureau is getting more and more serious. They actually have such a clear grasp of Misha's situation. That so-called 'big mole'... seems even more arrogant than before the new year. His influence on the An Yin Bureau seems to be even greater.
'Because of that so-called 'big mole', it feels like the An Yin Bureau has almost no resistance when facing the Eight Pointed Nest... If it weren't for some of my arrangements and the existence of people like Misha... it's completely unknown what the An Yin Bureau would be like now. Given the current situation, if there is no further intervention, she will also be gone.
'But fortunately... with Grego as a multifaceted 'dark piece', I still have quite a bit of room for maneuver here.'
Dorothy thought this to herself. At this moment, as she was about to return to Tivian to oppose the Eight Pointed Nest, it was naturally impossible for her to leave Misha unchecked. So, she opened her magic box, took out ""wen hai hang zhi"" from it, turned to the communication page with Misha, and after some consideration, picked up her pen and wrote.
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"What..."
At dusk, in a shooting range somewhere in Tivian, gunshots echoed continuously. In the open area, many practicing shooters were conducting live fire at their targets, while by a resting table, a woman with short yellow hair, wearing fitted trousers and a vest, sat in her seat, staring in astonishment at the book spread out before her. In her surprise, even the hand loading bullets made a mistake for a moment, and a bullet rolled off the table and fell to the ground.
Looking at the words written on the paper before her, the woman named Misha Devonshire paused for a second, then silently bent down, picked up the bullet that had just fallen, and placed it aside. Then, with a solemn expression, she took out the fountain pen she carried with her and began to write beneath the text that appeared on the page before her.
"Is your intelligence accurate? Are they really ready to make a move against me?"
"Absolutely true, Misha, although the level of the informant we placed within the Eight Pointed Nest is not high, his position is quite crucial. He has already received the task of clearing obstacles for the Eight Pointed Nest's return to Tivian, and the first obstacle is you.
"Heh, your activity over the past six months or so seems to have been noticed by them. Your movements have already been paid attention to."
On the page before Misha, a handwriting she was very familiar with appeared one by one. After seeing it, Misha silently took a breath, and then continued to write.
"I really didn't expect them to make a move against me directly at this time. To some extent, this also proves that what I am doing now is meaningful. Thank you for the reminder. In the coming period, I will be especially careful and won't give them any opportunity."
Misha finished writing on the page, then began to wait quietly. After a moment, the response to her appeared on the page before her again. However, this time, the content of the other party's response made Misha feel a bit surprised.
"Actually, what we want to say is... if Misha, you defend against this wave of assassination attempts using our intelligence, the superficial result is naturally acceptable, but in our view, such a method leaves many hidden dangers..."
"Hidden dangers... It seems you have some other ideas now, tell me about them." Looking at the latest information displayed on the page, Misha paused slightly. After a moment of thought, she wrote again with interest, and the response immediately appeared on the paper.
"Due to some reasons among the higher-ups in your An Yin Bureau, Misha, you have now been locked onto by the Eight Pointed Nest as a key target, even considered the possible next Duke Barret. Given their importance placed on Duke Barret, they will not give up on assassinating Misha just because they fail once. If one attempt fails, they will try again and again. They will not stop until they achieve their goal. Even if you defend against one round, what about the second and third rounds after that? In the constant attempts by those guys, you always have a chance of failing..."
Looking at the words appearing on the page before her, Misha slowly nodded and wrote her response.
"Right now, for the Eight Pointed Nest... the situation is that they are hidden and I am in the open. If they keep targeting me... I really don't have a good countermeasure..."
"Yes... given their current understanding of your intelligence, you can at most hide for a while. Moreover, if you are always in the open, then in the confrontation with them, you will always be in a passive situation, constrained everywhere. This way, you cannot open a breakthrough.
"Another hidden danger is that if you successfully defend against assassination attempts one after another, the Eight Pointed Nest will suspect that their own intelligence has also been leaked. They will also start internal investigations, checking every link in the information transmission chain. At that time, the informant we placed within the Eight Pointed Nest will be threatened. Even if he can barely protect himself, he will be forced into silence due to the circumstances and will no longer be able to transmit intelligence to us. Without his intelligence assistance, this will be extremely detrimental to our subsequent confrontation with the Eight Pointed Nest."
Before Misha, analytical sentences appeared one after another. After carefully gazing at them, Misha also nodded silently and then wrote her response.
"Your analysis makes some sense. These are indeed quite significant problems, some of which I have also thought about. However, even if I thought about these problems, it was somewhat difficult to find a proper solution. But now that you have brought them up like this, you must have a solution, right?"
"Yes, here with us, there is a method that can allow Misha to perfectly resolve the current predicament and also gain the upper hand in the subsequent confrontation with the Eight Point Nest... Misha, are you willing to let your public identity die once in everyone's eyes?"
As new handwriting appeared before Misha, the so-called solution also came to life before her eyes. Looking at the new words on the page, Misha paused for a moment, then immediately understood what the other party wanted to convey, and quickly wrote.
"You want me to use a fake death to deceive those guys?"
"Precisely. In the current situation, only Misha's fake death can truly resolve it. As long as you 'die' in the open, the Eight Pointed Nest will believe they have completed their task, and they will not continue to trouble you. As long as the Eight Pointed Nest's task is 'completed', our informant will also be very safe. Finally, Miss Misha, only by 'dieing' once can you move from the open to the hidden, completely disappear from their sight, break free from the constraints of the mole from the upper levels within the An Yin Bureau, and fully devote yourself to investigating the affairs of the Eight Pointed Nest.
"For you, this is not just a means of saving your life, but also an opportunity, Misha."
Before Misha, new handwriting from an unknown location far away appeared again. Looking at these words, Misha frowned, and then continued to write her response.
"Fake death... haven't you thought about this too simply, friend of Rose? Achieving a fake death in the eyes of the Eight Pointed Nest group is not easy at all. It's impossible for them to believe I'm dead unless they kill me with their own eyes and hands. Furthermore, once I 'die', the Bureau will also need to confirm my death. Even if the body is lost, they have special ways to confirm whether I am truly dead. As long as my death cannot be 100% confirmed, the Eight Pointed Nest's informant in the Bureau will report this news back. They will definitely think of the fake death angle, and at that time, they will be even more certain that their intelligence has been leaked. By then, your informant will be in even greater danger."
With a solemn expression, Misha wrote on the page like this. She did not think the fake death proposed by the other party was a good idea because her fake death would face both the Eight Pointed Nest and the An Yin Bureau simultaneously, requiring confirmation from both sides. Trying to deceive both parties under their watchful eyes was simply too difficult. It was because of the difficulty of this plan that Misha did not immediately think of it when she learned of her predicament.
"Indeed... given the current inability to trust the An Yin Bureau, Misha's fake death plan has a certain degree of difficulty. However, in our eyes, this is not insurmountable. We have a plan here that, if successfully implemented, will ensure that Misha's 'death' will not be doubted by anyone."
Responding to Misha, new sentences appeared on the page. Misha was slightly startled after reading them, and then wrote.
"What plan? Let me see it first."
Misha wrote this. After this, new sentences continuously appeared on the paper one after another. Beautifully written words constructed the content of the so-called plan from Rose's mouth, appearing bit by bit before Misha's eyes. Looking at the content of these plans, Misha's previously serious face gradually relaxed, and her eyes widened. By the time she finished reading all the content on the page, an expression of unconcealable surprise had appeared on her face. After a long while, she finally reacted, picked up her pen, and continued to respond.
"Your plan... is indeed very interesting. If it can be successfully executed, perhaps it can indeed successfully deceive them under their very noses. Although there are certain risks, given the current situation, it is worth taking a chance.
"However... there is a significant oversight in your plan. For this plan to be executed, I need another person from the Blood Darkness Path to cooperate with me. Although I also have two Black Earth from the Blood Darkness Path among my subordinates, I have only known them for over half a year. They cannot be considered my close confidantes. I am not sure if they will be loyal to me after I tell them such a crucial plan, as this plan, in the eyes of ordinary Hunters... in a sense, is also a deviation from the An Yin Bureau."
Misha wrote down her concerns on the page, and she quickly received a response.
"You don't need to worry about this aspect. On our side, we have Extraordinary individuals who can replicate the abilities of the Blood Darkness Path to a certain extent. I will send one of them to assist you then. At that time, you just need to bring one of your two Blood Darkness Path subordinates and find an excuse to leave them aside. Oh, by the way, give me their information in a while so I can confirm who would be more suitable."
Looking at the response before her, Misha thought for a while, then continued to pick up her pen and began writing on the page, continuing to discuss the details of the plan with her mysterious ally far away.
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"Hoo..."
In the cabin of the ocean liner, after finishing her exchange with Misha and reaching a consensus with the other party, Dorothy let out a long sigh of relief. After finalizing the details of the plan with the other party, she temporarily stopped the written communication, turned her head to look out the porthole, and gazed at the surging sea in the night.
'I haven't even arrived yet, and I'm already worrying about things there. This is not a common experience...' Looking at the scene outside the porthole, Dorothy thought this to herself. Then, she calculated her itinerary in her mind, figured out the current location of her ship, and found that everything was still in time, and she could catch this drama.
'Just returned to Tivian... and there are already things like this to welcome me. Prit's society is really enthusiastic...'
Dorothy grumbled inwardly like this. After finishing her grumbling, she silently closed her eyes and began to pray silently in her mind.
"Great Aka, who records all things, I pray to Captain. Here, I request real-time communication with Hunter Mr. Mays House. Madam Devonshire's itinerary, has been obtained..."
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