However, before heading to the Wild West, Diego still has one more important thing to do, which is to go to MI7 to seek intelligence support at the request of the Duke of Bolval.
A week before his departure, Diego consulted with Masrae and decided to settle the matter.
Honestly, although he trusts Madias?
Shore's character is not malicious to him, but he can't guarantee that the thieves of MI7 think the same way.
A short distance south from the three-tiered fountain in the Old Town is a small marble-paved square.
To the right of the square is a tall stone building, which is the Warrior Hall, the department responsible for providing logistical equipment for mid- and high-ranking officers.
It is a tall and spacious building, and on either side of the doorway stand two statues of warriors standing proudly with swords.
Directly across the square, through an archway, is the headquarters of the Stormwind Guards, where General Marcus sometimes works.
On the left side of the square, behind a gate, there is a training ground with many dummies, but now is not the time for training, the training ground is empty, and there are few people.
Walking through the training ground, Diego and Masrae took Barth?
Leibi - not yet back to combat, but as an entourage, the wounded former soldier was up to the task - came to the front of a tall stone house.
It is a complex building with a tall tower.
They stopped at the gate of the building.
A young man who was guarding the door was looking at their arrival coldly, with his ↗ arms around him.
The guy was dressed as a thief, wearing a set of black leather armor and a black mask tied around his neck that could be pulled up at any time to cover his face.
He has long, greasy black hair.
The face was gloomy.
Diego thinks he's never seen this man, but he doesn't know if he's seen him or not.
Because there is more than one MI7 thief who pursues them.
And they were all masked, and he couldn't tell who they were.
"Please inform Madias?
Mr.
Shore.
According to the regent Berval?
On the orders of the Duke of Vortagen, Viscount Diego of Mooncreek?
Asnar came to ask for an audience.
Leibi walked up and reported.
Although Diego didn't care about these superficial efforts, the temporary attendant was still very concerned about the dignity of his master - full of gratitude, he already regarded himself as the squire of the Viscount of Mooncreek Town.
"Wait."
The janitor glanced at them indifferently, said arrogantly, and then turned and walked in.
Leiby turned around in surprise and glanced at Diego as if to say, "Ah!
My lord.
Your identity is not good!
” Diego shrugged his shoulders a little amusedly, he hadn't yet inflated himself with the almost deformed arrogance and vanity of the aristocracy, to be honest, he wasn't the kind of person who thought that everyone had to be enthusiastic about him, in his previous life, this kind of cold face was nothing.
But his peace of mind was shattered a few minutes later.
Because the janitor quickly came out of the house.
"Your Excellency said he wasn't there, so come back tomorrow."
He held his head high and looked at several people with his huge nostrils.
As if looking at the beggar who came to the door.
Diego's nose almost crooked.
This perfunctory meaning shouldn't be so obvious, right?
He had only seen this kind of line in the funny sketches of his previous life, and he was still amused to laugh at the time, but when this kind of thing happened to him, he finally couldn't calm down.
Is this contempt, or mockery?
Or a naked slap in the face?
He had also thought that the thieves of MI7 would not give him a good face.
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And I was also prepared to eat a cold face, and I made up my mind not to look at other people's faces, and left when I was done.
Let's be honest.
These things of infighting are the most annoying.
Competent.
If you go to the orcs, you will only fight in the nest.
It's a fart!
But now, Diego is finally enraged.
But he didn't say anything, but went straight to action - he picked up his rifle and took a few steps up, aiming it at the janitor's face.
"I'll count to three!
Either you dodge and let me in, or I'll blow your head out and get in on my own.
He said with a calm face, but no one dared to doubt that he had the courage to do so.
"Mr.
Shore really isn't in there!"
Seeing the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, the thief shouted in a panic.
"One!"
Diego pulls the bolt and pushes the bullet to load.
"Do you know what this place is?
Dare to make trouble here!
The thief shouted inwardly, but Diego remained unmoved.
"Two!"
He put his index finger on the trigger and slowly pressed it back.
"You ......"
The sweat on the thief's face was about to fall, his boss just said to hang these people for a while, and he didn't say that he was not allowed to provoke, who knew that this guy was so unreasonable, just copy the guy and start drying!
"Three!
You've lost your last chance, goodbye!
Diego said coldly, then pulled the trigger.
But just then, someone spoke in the house.
"Jasper, let them in."
A man's voice said.
I have to say, he shouted a little late.
Hearing the sound, Diego barely managed to move the muzzle of the gun a little, but the gun still fired.
Bullets roared out from the thick muzzle of the gun, grazing the thief's cheek and striking the door panel, which was made of oak like rotten wood in the face of its powerful impact, blasted out of a hole the size of a bowl.
Burning wood chips and gunpowder residue splattered on the thieves' faces, scalding several bubbles.
But the thief did not care about his appearance, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his still rumbling ears, trembling and almost crying.
Not everyone can be shot in the face without changing their face.
This is also a big difference between a bow and a musket, to be honest, the bow and arrow are not as fierce and shocking as the musket.
"It's a pity that your adult shouted a little late."
Diego said apologetically.
He took a big step and walked in past the janitor.
Masrae and Leibi stayed outside the door, even if things changed.
Behind the door was a large hall, perhaps as thieves were accustomed to, and it was a little dim, for there were no candles lit, only a few narrow windows letting in a few rays of sunlight.
Diego scoured the hall and saw a black figure sitting at a corner table.
He walked straight over there.
He immediately recognized who this person was, because in his previous life, he had seen this MI7 boss more than once - Madias?
Shore.
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Madias?
Shore was dressed in black leather armor and had a short serpentine dagger pinned to his waist.
He had brown hair and a short, neatly trimmed beard.
From Diego's point of view, only the exposed half of his cheeks were seen in the light, and his complexion appeared to be sickly pale, due to the perennial absence of the sun.
(To be continued.) )