"Who...!"

Xisally took a step back subconsciously. Altea directly grabbed the saber placed on the table.

"What's the matter?"

Frid lifted his hood, glanced at the two people who appeared in front of him, then put a finger on his pale thin lips and made a quiet gesture.

"Waiting in the room." She said: "This matter has nothing to do with you..."

Chapter 2518: The Bait of Sacrifice

Dalimila crept to the gate of the castle.

She is nervous.

But this is normal. She knows what her value is. Her only value is Tritog’s surname, but if that surname becomes worthless, what else can she have? A pretty delicate face? Want to stand on the street in revealing clothes and laugh?

Maybe it's really time to come, this kind of fate is just an extravagant hope.

She didn't want to think too much, it didn't make sense.

Her destiny did not belong to her long ago, it was just a dead leaf that fell into the river and drifted with the flow.

Standing in front of the castle gate, looking at the falling gate, she looked left and right. There was still light in the attic on the left. The light of the oil lamp flowed from the slightly open door, forming a light on the ground.

This is the residence of a female knight, in this high tower, you can see her patrolling the castle during the day. The tower on the right is completely dark. It is said that it is the place where armor and sundries are stored. That night, when a woman who claimed to be Gnaya took her to the castle, she said that there are many houses with personal belongings. The residents of the castle come from different parts of the world. Corners, so they also have different customs and daily necessities. In the castle, there are many places to store these items separately.

Walking slowly to the gate of the tower, Dalimi stretched out and pushed open the wooden door.

Inside the tower is a spiral staircase, and wooden crates stacked under the stairs are crowded together. Some wooden crates are open, revealing some unopened building materials. Gnaiya once said that the castle was renovated not long ago, including the beautiful greenhouse garden.

This is the real castle that should be inhabited, not like it was in Tritog—cold, crowded, and cramped. For defensive purposes, the corridors of the castle only allowed two people to stand side by side, and all the bushes and plants that could hide the assassins were removed and covered with hard slabs. The people living in it are like those statues on the edge of the corridor. All they can do is stay in their own place and wait for when they need to be used.

Standing at the door and looking out, after making sure that she didn't see anyone else, she closed the door and crept up the stairs while pinching the skirt.

She didn't wear shoes, so she could keep the sound of footsteps to a minimum. The owner of the castle is not there, but there are still many people in the castle. She didn't want to alarm any of them.

Walking along the stairs to the top of the tower, pushing open the wooden door at the top, the cold wind on the city wall rushed in, making her subconsciously raise her hand to block her cheek.

After the wind was much weaker, Dalimila slowly lowered her arms and walked to the city wall, holding the battlements with her hands and looking down.

Outside the city wall there was only a dark mountain foothill, and the moonlight reflected on the bare rock, glowing with cold paleness.

Dalimila took out a letter, folded it, and stuffed it into a wooden stick surrounded by a circle of red rope. The stick was hollowed out, just enough to fit a roll of paper.

Suddenly, a cold sickle was placed on her neck.

The sudden shock made Dali Milla's eyes go dark.

"Please let go of your hand, cooperation is good for everyone."

Frid said coldly in Dali Mila's ear.

The moment the sickle touched Remilia's neck, it left a small blood mark on it. Dalimila raised her head, holding her breath. Turning her eyes back to see the captor behind her clearly, the chill from the sickle made her unable to move her head.

Frid looked at the wooden stick with the paper roll in his hand and snorted coldly.

"If it is not for someone to think that you are still useful, I should cut your throat immediately."

The nun put away the stick and took out a rock carved with strange runes. The rock was lifted into the air, and it quickly emitted a soft golden light.

Dalimila took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

After a few seconds, a portal appeared on the wall.

"Oh, see who our dear Frid caught?" Francesca walked out of the portal and saw the scene on the city wall. She couldn't help but curl up her mouth: "A little mouse who wants to steal?" I have warned you, Majesty Dalimila, you should take my words to heart instead of letting them float away from the other ear."

Dalimila didn't say much.

Francesca took out the letter hidden in the stick, opened it and glanced at the content on it. There are many statements about the castle written on it, most of which are the introductions that the Dragonborn said to her that night.

"...Hmm." The elf warlock frowned: "Who is this written for?"

"Dikescher." Dalimila did not resist, her voice calmed down, not like a spy caught while transmitting information, but more like a normal answer to a question from a person of the same identity.

She didn't have any thoughts, but her body faithfully responded-fear. She could guess what the fate of doing this would be, she would definitely die. The last person who had an idea about this castle, that group of people, the White Rose Knights, have long since disappeared in history. Francesca was right, she didn't have much value.

But she must do this.

"How did he get this letter?" Francesca asked curiously: "I explored the foothills outside just now. There are no living people here, only a group of screaming monsters. Where is your connector?"

"His people will pretend to be a fleet of floating ports to Carbon Mountain, and they will pick them up by accident when passing by the castle." Dalimira resisted the trembling on her body, her face pale as a corpse.

Maybe it will become a corpse soon.

Francesca walked to Limira, stretched out her fingers to pinch her cheeks, and forced her to look directly into her eyes: "What does he want you to do?"

"Explore the intelligence of this castle. He wants to know the secrets of this castle." Dalimila took a deep breath: "He really wants to know what the demon hunter is doing in the castle, and the source of his power. In this way, he can know how to deal with the demon hunter after he takes power."

A gleam of blue light flashed across Francesca's pupils, and Dalimira frowned as if she had been pierced by a needle.

"Um...I see. Bring the power of the demon hunter into his hands, right?" The wizard warlock smiled unfathomably: "I thought you would justify a little bit, or resist. His Royal Highness Dalimila."

"It doesn't make sense..."

"Well, I appreciate your mentality, this is good for us. However, I always think that it is too wasteful to use a member of the royal family as a one-time spy." Francesca shook Shaking his head: "As you said, the Tritog family spent twenty years making a beautiful gift, but some people use the gift as a pedal under the wooden table."

"Poisoned gifts are always expensive and delicious, Your Majesty..."

"Fred, you have worked hard to lock her up." Francesca did not continue to ask, she said to the nun on the side: "Watch her, don't let her go, don't let her contact other people, Especially Gnaiya."

"There is no dungeon here." The nun still held the scythe on Dali Mila's neck: "She is more suitable for a tomb."

"Don't kill her first, she's still useful to me." Francesca re-collected the seized note: "The blood of the royal family is sometimes a good magic material. Well, this is a joke, don't take it seriously. I am not a vampire."

"We have no dungeons."

"Just shut it in this tower, let Hillis guard, tie it up, and kill her if she wants to escape."

"She wants to run away now."

"Hurry up, Frid, don't waste time here. Zelin also needs to know about this, and after I have discussed it with him, I will decide what to do." Francesca did not explain any more. She raised her arms again and drew a semicircle in front of her. The portal appeared in front of him again: "I will tell Zelin about this matter tomorrow, and it is estimated that Zelin will be back in a few days. Don't make any mistakes in this matter, is it okay, Frid?"

Frid nodded reluctantly.

The wizard warlock gave the nun a kind smile: "Zelin must be happy to see you become softer."

After all, her figure disappeared in the portal.