"Ask for money?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "I am a demon hunter, my lord."

"...Oh, a demon hunter." Kimbert waved his hand at the knight in front of him, who bowed and exited the tent. "Why did you come here? Does the summit have your place? Indeed, someone should understand the summit. This is not a lavish banquet or a grand magic show. It represents the birth of a new order in the north. Kings, nobles And the warlock will find a new position. You don’t understand, but your life will soon be changed forever."

"There is no place for me. Although I don't care whether the bottom is hard slate or soft cushion, the person who should have a place is gone." Zelin stretched out two fingers. "The convoy of Prince Balsey and Princess Aneth was ambushed, and the whereabouts of the two Highnesses are unknown. I am here precisely for this."

"What do you want to say?"

"I found a secret letter in which it was suggested that the convoy of the two escorts should be rerouted, and this letter was signed by you, Baron Kimber."

"What?" Kimbert raised his tone, pinching his waist with both hands. "Do you suspect that I was involved in the assassination of the two Highnesses?"

"Yes, you have the biggest suspicion right now."

"Nonsense! I have never written such a letter before, Demon Hunter." Kimbert shook his head. "That letter is absolutely forged!"

"There is no proof, my lord. There is your seal and signature on it."

"Who hired you to investigate these, is Natalis?"

"It's Foltest."

"You must be joking, your majesty is still in a coma."

"That's your problem."

Kimber hesitated for a while. "I will certify that the letter is fake. The seal can be stolen and the signature can be imitated, but the letter from the nobles will never be sent without special treatment, otherwise everyone can fake my name to write a letter. My document has one Set the encryption method, I will call him over, and I can prove in front of you that the secret letter in your hand was written by someone impersonating my name."

Chapter 1891 The Mystery in the Secret Letter

"No matter where you hear any rumors, but I can tell you that murdering two children is too difficult for me. I am not from Nilfgaard. I can safely throw a few-year-old child into the mine as a slave. Here, they will finally be transported out with their bodies and ore. Even if I find Borsey and Aneth, I will send them away and let them go to the Meritelli Monastery in Ailan to be priests and nuns. I am Foltest’s nephew. Regardless of whether the two children are illegitimate or not, they are my relatives. In the north, no nobleman wants to be a kinslayer."

"Just now I seemed to hear, Baron, you said someone was collecting debts from you?"

Zelin couldn't help but think that a certain nobleman owed a debt to the Kariyas Brothers Mercenary Group.

"There are too many people who want to ask for money from me. Homeless people and rogues, most of the people who rely on swords and murder to make a living, have no loyalty and no country. As long as they are willing to pay, it is the law and they can betray everyone. For these people, I will never throw out a child. I can guess who your suspicion comes from, Maravill, right? Ha, whether you admit it or not, I can guess that the rumors about me are 80% From the mouth of that kid. I know him. He is young and promising, handsome and kind, and can sell his mother to please the emperor. The only drawback is his ambition."

Jinbat ordered a soldier to gather the clerk, but Zelin stopped him from doing so, and instead asked the soldier to take him to the clerk.

Wen Wen is a middle-aged man wearing round glasses. When Zelin saw him, he was lying on the stone bed, ready to open a bottle of Vizima champion.

"Verify the letter?" The clerical stood up unsteadily and pushed the frame. "Fake letters again?"

"When you write letters for the baron, what method do you usually encrypt?" Zelin asked before the sergeant spoke. "To be honest, this matter is very important, and what you say is likely to get into the ears of the king."

"Hey, Demon Hunter, this is your baron's document, and you shouldn't ask it." The sergeant said dissatisfied. "The order I got was to bring the clerks to the baron, not to ask you to interrogate him."

Zelin turned around and raised his hand to the sergeant.

"Your real task is to guard the door and not allow any extra people to come in."

"Um... I'll go guard the gate..."

The sergeant also staggered out of the room, as if drinking more than paperwork.

"Now, please continue."

"What happened to him?"

"Go perform your duties. You'd better focus on my problem first. This is a very serious matter. I have no doubt that a few people will end up on the gallows, and then a few heads will be chopped off."

"Oh, uh, is that serious? Okay." Clerk rubbed his hands. "I do use encryption when writing letters to the Baron, but it's not just those boring characters, because the Baron has many political enemies, and they all know how to use encryption symbols. After all, this kind of symbol is only for those who cannot understand it. Common people, to the nobles, this is just a well-known secret. Therefore, when I write letters, I will use the invisible ink invented by Oceanford College."

"Invisible ink?"

"Yes, that's the bottle." The clerk pointed to a wine bottle.

"Vizima champion?"

"Ah? Oh! I read it wrong, it's the little bottle on the other side of the table." The clerical pointed out again. Zelin saw a glass bottle containing half a bottle of light blue liquid. "Usually when invisible ink is used, we will separate the letters in the word. But this is too much trouble, and some knowledgeable people may guess the specific or general content from the remaining letters, so..."

"Talk about the key points."

"Well, look at the letter in your hand, every word in it is intact, so this must be the second security method, which is to use invisible ink to process the entire paper. The recipient uses the correct method. You can turn the letter paper into blue. As long as it becomes blue, he can read it because it means that the letter is not fake. Only a few people know this formula. If the method is wrong, the letter will spontaneously ignite to prevent it from falling into the wrong one. In human hands."

"Show me the proof." Zelin handed the secret letter to the clerk. But before the paperwork was accepted, he took the letter back again. "Forget it, you should sober up first. Tell me the process flow, and the tools needed, I will do it myself."

"Um..." The clerical scratched the back of his neck. "The tools are on the table. Yes, those beakers and ceramic dishes are. The process is very simple, um... Add quicklime to the beaker, do you know quicklime? Know? Okay, add quicklime, then pour cold water. Use a spoon, pick A spoonful of bird droppings in a ceramic dish, pour it into a beaker and place it on the tray to heat it evenly. Then connect the brass tube on the beaker to the instrument on your right, which is used to extract steam and let it pass through cold water. The final material device. Finally, the tube at the other end of the instrument is connected to the test tube, and after enough liquid has accumulated in the test tube, add it to the letter. If it is a true letter, the letter will turn blue, if it is a fake, it will Turns brown."

Zelin took the method described in the document and extracted some unpleasant liquid. But he did not come up to experiment on the secret letter. Instead, he first found a letter from Jinbat and others in a nearby bookshelf. It was a notification letter sent by a local official under Baron La Valetti, reporting the local area. Situation. He dropped the extract on the letter, and as the water stain spread, the wetted area gradually turned dark blue.

What the essay says is true.

He turned his head slightly and glanced back. The document again held the wine he had opened before, raised his head and drank.

This person may only be suitable to be a clerical person, not a spy and ears and eyes.

Zelin took out the secret letter and dropped the remaining extract on it.

With a slight sizzle, the secret letter also changed color.

The yellowed white paper turned brown.

Outside the camp, Hawke hid behind a stone pillar, watching the patrol soldiers coming and going in the camp vigilantly. She is waiting for news. If there is any commotion in the camp, she can use a shortbow to tackle a few sentries with crossbow arrows, and then kill the two guards at the door.

She has been waiting for half an hour, and there is still no movement in the camp. She won't let her guard down, but it's a pity that she can't use magic to figure out what's going on in the camp.

Without the shadow world, she cannot use spells. Whether it is the magic of chaos or the power of the light world, to her, it is the same as the breeze touching her ears, there is no difference. Francesca completely sealed the portal to Saidas to prevent the evil demons from escaping and causing harm. When she was in Saidas, she didn't have much detailed views on spellcasting. After all, her spell learning came from her long-dead father, and in order to avoid the church and magic ring, she had to pretend to be a warrior and transform her wand into a spear. Looks like. It wasn't until she saw spellcasters in other places that she realized how dangerous and...unsustainable it is for the mage of Saidas to use himself as a conductor to direct magic power from a place full of demons.

Her body can hardly store magic power. Although as long as she is in Saidas, she will almost never encounter the situation of running out of magic power, but after leaving, she is no different from ordinary fighters.

Sometimes, she couldn't help but miss the convenient days when she could use magic. Of course, if you don't have to worry about the magic ring and the Templars staring at you suspiciously, it would be better.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. Marian turned her head and saw Roche with Wei Si, standing at the corner on the other side of the stone road and beckoning to her.

Marian walked over, and the moment he turned the corner, five heavily armed blue-clad iron guards came into view

"How is the situation?"

"Everything is normal." Hawke shrugged. "There is no accident, Zelin is still in the camp."

"Then we continue to wait and wait for his signal."

Hawke was curious.

"You have confidence in Zelin? There are at least two hundred soldiers in that camp. I thought you would bring more soldiers."

"If you know what he has done, you won't have so much doubt." Roche said. "The last time I worked with him was at the White Rose Knights Castle. There were at least fifty knights and attendants in the castle. He and another demon hunter directly killed those who dared to resist in the castle, and then killed Their leader. I don’t think the soldiers in this camp will resist longer than the knights. The leader is captured, and it only takes a few crossbowmen to release their arrows, and they will disperse. The situation in Lomunene is unstable. If the Knights rush into the city rashly, the situation is likely to get out of control."