Prince Jon was sitting in the study room of the Prince's Mansion, looking at a secret letter that had just been delivered.

On a thin piece of paper, there is a double encrypted text with magic and a password. A password composed of several different characters can ensure that it cannot be deciphered by magic. In this world, it is almost the highest level of secrecy.

Going up, it is nothing more than using the person who signed the soul contract as the messenger. Once there is a danger of leaking the secret, the soul will collapse immediately, and even the "Saint" will not be able to save it. That method is much more brutal than this method, but it may not be more secretive than this method - the secret letter is just a piece of paper, but the messenger is a big living person. It is easy to teleport a piece of paper with magic, but it is much harder to teleport a large living person.

Because the Inhumans raided the palace with teleportation spells a few years ago, the enchantment of the capital of Thrace has strict restrictions on teleportation spells. Except for a few officially approved teleportation arrays, teleportation from the outside to the inside is not allowed at all inside the capital.

Prince Jon has a manor in the suburbs, but he never thought of doing things before. Of course, it is impossible to arrange a large teleportation array when building the manor. It is difficult to make temporary arrangements now.

It is quite difficult to set up a teleportation array that can transmit large living people. Not to mention the large amount of construction, the magic power consumed when activating the teleportation array is also amazing, and it is impossible to hide it. In order not to attract the attention of others, he could only retreat and set up a small teleportation array that could only transmit a few things.

At least, it's enough for sending letters.

For example, this letter is only one page, but the information contained in it is worth a thousand dollars.

"The ligers and tigers have been persuaded and will join forces to cooperate with our actions. As for the price, we will discuss the cost in detail after the major event is completed." He said to himself, "The great shaman is indeed 'highly respected', but I never thought he would actually I can convince two of the three strong clans! With the cooperation of the ligers and tigers, we are at least 70% to 80% sure that this operation will be successful."

"It's just... the ligers and tigers are not so easy to settle. Even if they can use their strength to succeed, the price to be paid afterwards will definitely be too great to make people feel distressed..."

He pondered for a while, then smiled and shook his head: "Never mind it! If something big can happen, even if Thrace is dominated by them, it's not too bad. After all, they can afford to lose, but I can't afford to lose. In this transaction, I was already in the The side that suffers. Asking for help, how can you do it without blood!"

"However, the great shaman has brought in the ligers and tigers. Although the success of our major events may be greatly increased, what is the benefit to him?"

He frowned, puzzled.

As a court aristocrat in his early forties, after years of hard work in the political arena, he has long ceased to be naive, and he has long since believed that there are upright gentlemen in the world who can help those in need and fight injustice. This time, taking advantage of the Great White Disaster to promote the plan of merging Thrace and the prairie, I was for survival, the ligers and tigers were for profit, and what was the great shaman for?

The pig tribe is not strong on the grassland, and even until now, it has not been able to achieve its own unity. The big shaman himself is not considered to be the top master of the grassland, and there are at least four shamans above him, as well as the great chiefs and elders of several powerful clans.

With the strength and prestige of the great shaman, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to get much practical benefits in this matter.

So why is the great shaman so active?

"It's really strange..." Prince Yon was puzzled and could only shake his head and put this question aside for the time being.

"What does the old man want?" Inside the Tiger Clan's tent, the Tiger Clan's patriarch, Galades, one of the strongest assassins in the grasslands, frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.

Several of his subordinates standing in front of him shook their heads one after another, talking in vain.

"I don't know, he wouldn't say it."

"Iron-toothed Shaman's mouth is very tight."

"I invited him to drink a few times. I spent thirty gold coins in Dracula's fire wine, and finally got him drunk. In the end, he actually said that it was for the prosperity of the grassland..."

The more Galades listened, the more his brows frowned, and he couldn't help snorting coldly: "What nonsense! For the prosperity of the grassland? This old pig's nonsense should be a little bit! If it is really for the prosperity of the grassland, he should Go to Ivyin of the Horse Clan to cooperate!"

The subordinates were stunned for a moment, you look at me, I look at you, hesitating, not daring to answer this.

Galades also realized that he had said something wrong, shook his head, and sighed: "You all go down, talk to him more when you have time—or talk to more people from the pig clan. No other pig clan masters are just as cunning. Don’t be reluctant to give up money, wait for each person to receive a thousand gold coins, and use them as you like. I only have one request, that is, get me the detailed action plan of the pig clan as soon as possible.”

The subordinates nodded again and again and hurriedly left.

When only Galades and a few trusted elders were left in the tent, he sighed and asked, "From what you can see, what is Tie Teeth... thinking?"

After a while, one of the elders replied: "I think he may be betting on both sides."

"Bet on both sides? You mean that he is in contact with us while still in contact with the horse clan?" Galades thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Impossible! Her personality will never support this kind of thing. Besides, she is backed by an alien organization, where does she need the help of this old pig's head!"

The elders looked at each other, and after a while, another elder said: "Maybe... he just wants to become famous? If this event can be successful, in the future history of New Thrace, he will be a matchmaker to promote the grassland and Thrace. The 'Sage' that Sri Lanka merged..."

Galades froze for a moment, thought for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.

"maybe……"

And a few hours later, Ivy also got similar news.

She has always paid attention to intelligence, and has bought a lot of spies from various clans, and of course the three clans of ligers, tigers and pigs are no exception. At this moment, among the spies of the three clans, more than one has already received news. Although the content of the news is a bit fragmented, she can easily judge the plans of these three clans by comparing several pieces of information.

"Want to take advantage of the fire? They are very good at seizing opportunities!"

She frowned, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but there was no smile in her eyes: "We are busy trying to rescue disasters here, but they want to take advantage of natural disasters to make profits... Haha, what a good plan!"

"Headchief, what should we do?" asked one of the subordinate chiefs. "Should we expose their conspiracy?"

Ivy thought for a while and smiled maliciously.

"Why, let them toss slowly. Anyway... no matter how much they toss, the result is already doomed!"