Kayang followed the servant through several rooms, the scattered houses were as unorganized as the streets of the Cundu. Each dark room was hung with blinds and dustproof cloth covered the only pieces of furniture.
Obviously, based on his understanding of his agent, this place is likely to be a convenient haven.
And Kayang believed that rumors about the haunted manor spread early, and even several corpses of unknown origin appeared on the doorbar.
This is a great disguise to avoid most boring harassers.
The silent attendant led the way with a candle swaying in the flames. The heavy steps of the Space Marine stepped on the wooden floor, making constant squeaking sounds and stirring up waves of dust.
If Kayang hadn't used the light body technique on him, he would have probably collapsed when he first stepped.
And all the red characters were guarding downstairs.
"How long have you been serving Zorge?"
"Three years."
The hooded servant's submissive answer.
"I have always managed this manor for the adults and have performed some tasks from time to time."
"You have built an organization?"
The attendant turned his head and looked at Kayang. Although the candlelight was a little dim, Kayang could still see the other person's face - a seriously disfigured face.
"Yes, Lord Zorg has gathered us to serve a great person like you, and I feel honored."
The servant led Kayang into a dim room, and the dustproof cloth on several sofas and characteristic high stools had been removed and folded, so that he could have a place to sit.
The furniture here has been magnified, obviously specifically for some particularly large guests.
On a small table, a golden wine pot was filled with local wine, and several silver wine glasses were placed around, and a pottery bowl containing dried fruits was placed next to it.
After entering the door, the attendant nodded slightly, and many candles placed in the room lit up at the same time.
The light that appeared in that moment made several little spiders quickly crawl back into the shadow.
At the same time, the candlelight also illuminated Zorg's figure in the corner.
He smiled slightly, nodded to the attendant, and the other party immediately left the room.
"I hate lights, it kills the darkness."
"And darkness is your most common tool."
Kayang took off his helmet, placed it on the table, and then looked at his creation curiously.
“It’s not an easy job.”
Zorge replaced the attendant's work and placed the candle on a low table and poured a glass of wine for Kayan.
"It seems you have taken root in this place."
Kayang sat directly on the sofa, and he was deeply trapped in it.
He did not refuse Zorg's wine, although he would rather have clear water.
While siping the wine in the cup, Kayang adjusts his limbic nervous system to counteract the effects of alcohol.
Zorg then sat opposite him.
"Zorg, I remember you said that there were several times when you were almost discovered."
"Yes."
"You are a talented lurker, and it's hard for me to imagine what other party can do to discover you."
The spy shrugged.
"There are some things here that I can't understand, maybe some powerful psychic, or some device, I've been followed for several days."
"Then how did you get rid of it?"
Zorg smiled.
“It’s not that difficult, change your appearance, change your identity, change your accent, abandon everything you’ve built before and start from scratch.”
“A good try.”
Kayang suddenly changed into fluent Gaogothic language with a local accent.
"But your palate sound is still easy to expose you. I can tell the vowels that are biased towards Taran Star, and some other things that you have been in that place for too long."
Zorge nodded.
"Yes, it's hard to hide anything from the master, you can always easily tell the truth."
Kayang chuckled. He was not a compliment, but he didn't hate it either, at least much better than listening to the roars of idiots and violent men in the Black Legion.
"You may also know the truth, Zorg, but I can't guarantee that what you convey is the truth."
"It's true, I have to admit it."
Zorge nodded and took another sip of wine from the silver cup in his hand.
"I spent three years in my life doing the preparation, stealing databases, stealing administrative instructions, stealing any documents about the Astral Knights, and even obtaining a portion of the communication records... bit by bit, I gradually got closer to the truth."
"Is that really surprising? This level of means... strategy, and patience, unparalleled."
"This is the style you have created for me, the master... the low-key influence, long-term vision, I'm doing a good job in this and being very good at it."
"Then get back to the point."
Kayang put the empty cup back into the tray next to the wine pot.
"Where is that critical evidence, what is it?"
"You must be familiar with a name."
“What is it?”
"Zhao-Akhada."
As soon as Zorge spoke the name of the casting world, a large number of memories poured into Kayang's mind, because he clearly remembered that his first bomb gun, the first set of power armor, and the first power sword came from this casting world.
He once had a good relationship with a mechanical priest of Zhao Akada. Their friendship lasted for more than ten years until the other party was killed by a wild wolf in the Burning of Prospero.
After immersing in the memories for a while, Kayang slowly said:
“What does it have to do with them?”
"The Knight of the Astrology seems to have entered into some kind of contract with Zhao Akada. Both parties have made very frequent moves in recent years. I spent a whole year and found that Zhao Akada had a list in the representative agency of Nassen 4."
“List?”
"Well, the Astral Knight should have customized a batch of power armor, and the list contains the parameters of each power armor... Master, you know, the body of the Space Marine will also have certain differences, so in order to ensure a 100% fit, the power armor will be fine-tuned."
Kayang nodded thoughtfully.
"They must have provided a lot of different data, which means that their number is extremely inconsistent with the actual situation. Yes, this is the key evidence. As long as you master it, any judge can turn the fortress of the Knights of the Astral Realm upside down."
“That’s right, Master.”
"You're doing a good job."
“Just do your best.”
"Don't pretend to be humble, you just admitted."
In the candlelight, Kayang looked at Zorge, and the mark on the other party's soul was still complete, which shows that his servants could at least be trusted.
“Where is that list?”
"In the mechanical education garrison in the upper level of the Cundu, Zhao Akada built a church there, but the guard was very strong and could not take it out just by the power I had at hand."
After listening, Kayang leaned against the sofa silently and buckled his fingers lightly.
About ten minutes later, he spoke:
"Tomorrow night, you let your people create chaos outside the city, I take the opportunity-"
Halfway through, Kayang suddenly turned his head and looked at the darkness outside the blinds.