Taking advantage of the fact that no one was noticed, Diego sat quietly in the corner, listening to the small talk of the people around him, and taking the opportunity to take a look around him.
It wasn't long before he saw Solomon, the mayor of Lakeside Town, stealthily enter the inn and go straight up to the second floor.
He was an honest and loyal officer, and although he did not have many soldiers under his command, he still struggled to protect the town, and even when the inhabitants of Lakeside Town were very dissatisfied with him, he did not abandon his duty, and still begged for help to maintain the situation, and sometimes he had to spend his salary to turn to the adventurers for help in clearing the surrounding bandits.
In his previous life, there had been rumors that he had a close personal relationship with Windsor, and now it seems that this rumor is true.
Just as Diego was about to make up an excuse to interrupt his companion's talk and go back to his room upstairs, he suddenly noticed a black-clad human sitting in the shadow by the wall, listening to the Night Elves.
In front of him was a large mug filled with dwarven stouts, but it hadn't been touched for a long time.
Even in the sweltering heat of the room, he wore a linen cloak with a hood that covered most of his face.
From time to time, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the Night Elves, his eyes under the hood emitting a cold glow.
"Who's that?"
Diego took the opportunity to whisper to Sherman Fimir as he passed by, "It doesn't look like someone here." ” "Him?"
The shopkeeper also lowered his voice, glanced at ∈√ man quietly, and said in disgust, "Who else can there be?"
MI7 spies, even if I am half a mile away, I can smell the conspiracy on these doglegs. ” Diego suddenly realized.
But his heart sank at once.
He didn't quite understand how this spy organization was targeting his group.
At least from what he knew about the Order, its leader, Matthias Shore, was less like someone who would succumb to Countess Katrana Presto, but more like some bribed member of the tail or ring or even middle finger level, secretly acting against him.
In fact, to be fair, MI7 has never had a shortage of honest and loyal patriots, but their reputation in Stormwind is still not very good, but as a dagger in the hands of the rulers, they have no will of their own, especially after they orchestrated the suppression of the Masons' Union.
You know, that group of unpaid masonry workers are very sympathetic to the civilians of the Stormwind Kingdom.
Diego soon discovered that the agent must have noticed that he had been noticed, and he hid himself deep in his cloak, raised his glass, and sipped slowly.
Dyago, estimating that he would not hear anything of value again, rose from his seat and walked over to Masrae's side to wink.
Although the latter's eyes were completely attracted to someone, he received this gesture anyway.
He got up from the bar and followed Diego upstairs.
They returned to the guest room on the second floor and found that Mayor Solomon had left without knowing when.
Wendthor looked heavy, and it seemed that Solomon had not brought pleasant good news.
"It's worse than we thought, that woman is on the verge of taking control of Stormwind, and that brainless fool of Bolvar doesn't realize he's been hollowed out."
Windsol said with some apprehension, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, planning the next step, "We need to hurry." ” "We'll leave tomorrow."
Diego agreed, then warned, "I just saw the MI7 guy, and while I'm not sure what he's here for, he doesn't look friendly, so we'd better be careful." ” Wendthall's face became even more ugly, and he didn't speak, but sat down on the bench in front of the fireplace, lifted his sword and wiped it vigorously.
It's not easy to be isolated and surrounded by enemies.
Everyone is drunk and I am sober, which does not necessarily bring admiration and glory.
But this man, who values honor and responsibility more than his life, will only choose to continue walking until death.
Masrae seemed to be a little reluctant to give up on something, but he just pursed his lips and said nothing.
At this time, he can still figure out which is more important.
Diego loaded his rifle and stood within reach of his bedside to keep it ready to fire.
"Go to bed early, we'll leave at dawn tomorrow morning."
He threw himself on the soft and comfortable bed and let out a pleasant moan~ moan.
He closed his eyes and began to count the sheep.
But after a long time, he didn't fall asleep.
It may have been the first time he'd had lost sleep since arriving in Azeroth.
Maybe it's because of the uncertain future, or maybe it's because of the crisis that lurks around, he loses sleep.
The last time I slept in such a comfortable bed was when I was in Sersama (the bed at the Serge Silver Watchtower wasn't that comfortable), and it was just over five months later, but it felt like a century had passed.
After crossing over to Azeroth, he hadn't been lying in bed like he was tonight, taking a moment to reflect on his experience.
Life is like an invisible whip that keeps running forward.
As soon as he came to this world, he was in prison, and he finally escaped, and was chased and killed all the way.
In the months that followed, he spent his days racking his brains to make himself stronger, fighting to the death to help others, befriending the Thorium Brotherhood, freeing slaves, crafting the 1 rifle, and later on his journey to the rescue in the Blackstone Abyss.
Compared to his previous life, his life in the past few months has been more exciting than the thirty years combined, and there are some things that even the local creatures of Azeroth can imagine, like breaking into the Dark Furnace City, only to retreat and rescue a bite from it.
In the Celestial Empire in the previous life, there were no more than three criteria for measuring a person's success, fame, fortune, and power!
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But are these things really what he wants?
Or did he think about this when he was saving Wendsol from the Blackstone Abyss?
Of course not!
Although out of the humility of a small person, he inevitably thought about hugging Wendsol's golden thighs to make himself an outsider in Azeroth a little better.
But he never thought of building his own power to dominate the world, and his aversion to power alone was enough to make him unbearable.
So, what's left?
Taste all the food, or chase the beauty, or even become a god?
Not really!
On the way from the wetlands to the Red Ridge Mountain, all his sights and experiences have awakened the deepest love for this world in his heart, especially after the rescue of Marshal Reginald Windsor, the loyalty, steadfastness and deep faith of this brave warrior have infected him and strengthened his confidence.
He wants to travel the land, help everyone in need in the land, meet the legendary heroes, help them fight against evil and darkness, and defend the land and the land that haunts him.
His "explorer" achievements are not in vain, this land, and the mountains, rivers, villages and cities on it, no one is more familiar than him.
But it's one thing to open a map, it's another thing to see the beautiful scenery with your own eyes, and it's another thing to see the grass and trees.
He knew that it would never be easy to do all this, and he might die in the middle of the road, but in his heart, there was always a passion awakening and bursting out, calling him to continue this magical journey without hesitation.
And he also believes that this journey will never be lonely and lonely, because he will also have friends by his side all the way.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the night elf on the bed next door, this bear child was lying on his back, snoring slightly from time to time, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.
He smiled warmly, then withdrew his gaze.
He lay on the bed in the hotel like this, a little excited, a little expectant, and just tossed and turned until the middle of the night and didn't fall asleep.
Until the window made a very slight "click" sound and was opened.
He snapped his eyes open.
I saw Guan Haifa raising his head vigilantly, staring at the place where the sound came from with blazing eyes.
The window was silently pushed open.
But no figure was there, but Diego bet he heard the sound of Sisso's clothes rubbing against the window frame.
Without hesitation, he picked up his rifle and pulled the trigger.
There was a "bang" of gunshots, then a second, a third, and Diego fired three shots in a row before lowering the muzzle.
However, he could only be sure that his first shot hit the target, and the second and third shots did not know where they went.
A cloud of blood spurted out of the void and splashed through the window, and a few seconds later, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground could be heard outside the window.
Then he saw a black panther leap past him and jump out of the window, followed by a yellow panther.
Dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, Wendthor ran out the door with a sword and shield in hand, and staggered downstairs.
"You're pressing at the window, covering us!"
He shouted.
The fireplace in the room was still blazing, and Diego didn't dare to appear rashly at the window as a target, so he carefully hid from the side of the window, and then looked out of the window from the side.
It was dark outside the window, and by the dim street lamp, he saw a corpse lying on the ground below, and farther away, several vague figures were running south, and he didn't even have time to raise his gun to aim, the figure disappeared into the darkness in the distance.
Immediately afterward, he heard the sound of someone entering the water.
Diego heard a scream and running from downstairs, and a few minutes later, the figure of Sherman Fimir appeared at the top of the stairs, carrying an oil lamp in one hand and a thick-backed bone cleaver in the other, his face panicked.
"What happened?
I heard the sound of muskets, and I heard something falling out of the window!
” "That guy wants to come to our room tonight."
Diego whispered, he had no intention of hiding it, in fact, he couldn't hide it, and the corpse below Sherman knew everything at a glance.
"Oh my God," Sherman's face turned pale all of a sudden, it's one thing to see MI7 unpleasant, but it's another thing to go against MI7, he was suddenly a little at a loss, and the oil lamp in his hand almost fell to the ground, "This is the worst news I've ever heard in my life, how could I have such a thing?"
” "It's all you, and you provoked these spies."
He grumbled disapprehantly, not noticing that his voice was getting louder.
"Shut up, Sherman!"
Diego said sternly, "If you don't want everyone to know that MI7 people are dying downstairs in your hotel!"
” The innkeeper immediately covered his mouth in horror, and it took a few seconds for him to recover a little from his panic.
"I've never had anything like this happen in my life!"
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He said with some frustration, then looked at Diego with pleading eyes, "Mr.
Cruise, what should I do?"
” "Go and appease the guests at your inn first, and send someone to the Lakeside Town Hall to inform Mayor Solomon, who may be able to help you more."
Diego pondered for a moment and said.
It was the only thing he could think of, and luckily they were already planning to leave tomorrow morning, otherwise there would be more trouble.
Sherman left in such a panic that he forgot to say thank you.
There was a commotion downstairs, and a few minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps headed towards the town hall.
After a while, the sound of a warning horn sounded in the town hall, and the sound of soldiers in armor running and people running to tell each other Well, almost the entire lakeside town has woken up from its slumber.
Diego saw from the window that lights were beginning to shine through the windows of every house.
After a while, he saw through the window Mayor Solomon and Sheriff Maris coming with a group of soldiers.
He and Windsor spoke alone at the corpse for a while, while Sheriff Mares led the soldiers into the inn to calm the panicked hotel staff and travelers.
"This is an attempted theft, this guy is a long-wanted repeat offender in the Twilight Forest, and we're glad we were able to catch him this time, even if it's a dead one."
The sheriff said with a grimace that only Diego and Sherman knew what was going on, but the travelers seemed to accept the explanation, stabilized a bit, and went back to their rooms.
The lobby of the hotel fell silent.
After a while, Masrae returned with Guan Haifa drenched in water.
"Those people jumped into the water to escape, and I took the form of a seal to chase them, but I encountered a group of fishmen, and by the time I got rid of the garbage, they had already escaped.
It's really unlucky.
He snorted and said angrily.
Diego didn't speak, he stayed in the room and didn't go out at all.
As an otaku in a previous life, he didn't like to deal with bureaucrats, and there were some things that Wendsol and Solomon should talk about.
Anyway, MI7 has come to the door, and his identity must have been exposed.
He and Masrae waited silently in the guest room until Windsor walked into the room with a heavy face.
"Reggie, did you find anything?"
Diego asked, getting up from his chair.
"I found out about this, and it could be worse than we thought!"
Wendthor spread out his hand, revealing a black badge held inside.
It looks like an iron card with a silver-white border around it and a raised skull silver star in each of the four corners.
In the center of the card is a handleless dagger with a barb, which looks like the one that thieves are used to throwing.
In the center of the dagger is a diamond-shaped emerald.
There is no doubt that this is a genuine MI7 insignia, as if it were a fake.
Diego flipped the cards over, and a hand holding a dagger appeared in front of him.
The four fingers of this hand are clenched, and only the index finger is straight.
He took a deep breath and finally understood why the marshal's face was so ugly.