Shake didn't know whether the news had been conveyed, so he could only wait quietly afterward.
Heavy snow blocked Manoma for a few days, making the snow scene she was delighted to see every year lose its freshness. She just wanted to stay in a heated room, not even stepping out of the house, which was her real thought now.
On the seventh day after drawing the pattern on the window, as evening approached, Shake finally mustered up the courage to walk out of the room. When he returned to the dormitory, the first thing he did was to turn on the air circulation system to make the room warm; the second thing was to rush to the dormitory.
A cup of hot coffee, held in front of the desk, warms the hands with frozen fingertips.
It took a few minutes for her body to warm up and forget about the cold outside. At this time, she took out the optically encrypted airship ticket that would return home in a week from her pocket and looked at the date in a daze.
She knew that time was important, and she was prepared to send the message again if she had not received feedback after three days, and to find a reason why she could not go back. She did not understand why she would send that letter and the things stated in it.
See it as important. It is like an invisible mission that must be completed.
When the coffee became lukewarm, Shaco took two sips and stood up with the cup in hand. She went to the table by the wall to get the bread she bought at noon, ready to solve the dinner problem. There was a rustling sound when she unwrapped the paper packaging of the bread.
When I habitually gnaw bread one bite at a time, I look at the small copper clock on the wall to determine the time.
"Miss Shaco." A gentle voice sounded when she looked up, "Please continue eating bread, I am here to contact you."
After a brief pause, Shako nodded slightly, tried hard to control the expression on his face, and finished the entire bread in two or three minutes.
"Just follow your usual habits. You should go back to your desk, continue reading, make another cup of coffee, drink the water in the kettle, and then find a similar time to go to the canteen to get a pot of hot water." Wen Run
The voice continued to sound. Shaco also expressed that he understood.
Then it was a relatively slow and quiet process. It wasn't until half an hour later that Shako finished his second cup of coffee, put on his gloves, hat, and scarf. When he got up to get the kettle, he closed his notebook and casually
of tapping it once.
When she walked out of the room, closed the door and took a few breaths, Hao's figure appeared in the room where the lights had been extinguished. The clothes on her body had a natural mimicry function, and in conjunction with his own skills as an agent or assassin, the whole body blended into the darkness.
, without showing any trace.
He stood in front of his desk, flipping through his notebook, and soon saw the letter tucked in it.
"To Miss Sacco, a friend I haven't seen for many years." The whisper only circulated around Hai, and he smiled, "I hope you will forward the letter contained in it to the people 'around' you."
"I thought you would say my name directly." Hai commented.
He put another smaller envelope inside the envelope into his pocket, finally sighed and left from here.
From the beginning to the end, only Shaco, who heard Hei's words, knew that he had been there. As a blind spot for everyone, Shaco's existence was a blank space that was not disturbed by others, and it was also a piece of space that failed to intervene in the world of the surgeon.
No matter how the gear rotates, no trace will be found, but it can cause effects that no one can predict in the future.
And the people around her who protect her are more or less like children in front of Hai, who is the only surviving successor among the same generation.
Many times, Hai is more willing to kill enemies with his head than to take actual actions himself. But at some necessary moments, he also uses the convenience of power. He knows very well that in the empire, people will disappear with death.
There are so many things. Identity, status, rights, power, etc.
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The ten days of waiting made them feel a long time. Delia had already noticed the anxiety in her body. Three days ago, she had renegotiated with Hessler and Waters to re-deliver the message to Miss Shaco of Manoma.
plan of.
Distance can really do a lot and erase certain impressions.
This morning, when the composite radio frequency in the letter was finally used, and Delya heard the familiar voice coming from the other side, she finally understood the profound meaning of this sentence. In the past, Hail Hill has been the leader of the group.
A person who is attentive and alert. She is deeply impressed by the sound, especially the voice, whether it is gentle and kind, or the sharp and cold one.
Now, he is an important ally and collaborator of our side. Before and after the incident in the southern forest, Delya knew that Haike was helpful in almost everything.
"Mr. Hai, I should have thought that the last person I wanted to contact in the empire would be you." Delya said hello, and her anxiety was replaced by relaxation - she could continue the actions she had stopped.
"I thought Mr. Cassia would be on the other side. But it is also a nostalgic voice, Miss Delya. Due to the situation in the border areas and the deployment of forces by various forces in the empire against your team, there has been a relatively large number of people during this period.
A big increase. Are you prepared to deal with these troubles?" He brought appropriate surprise in order to allow the communication to proceed smoothly.
"The Hill family will always provide you with employment services. I can ask Lyle to give you a half discount. I am also interested in what you have, Miss Delya."
"Mr. Hai, your service level and the special skills that a businessman should have are not that interesting. My suggestion is that you can learn more from Miss Ye Jielin or Mr. Atohuan."
"Is that so?" The surprise in Hai's voice naturally disappeared at this time, "You are very confident in your preparations. Mr. Cassia has already gone to your side?" The second half of the words was said to himself, "He is here
In a small country, there is nothing to worry about. More numbers and troubles will allow the family forces on the Hou Xiang Continent to remember him as a historical figure more quickly."
"I won't keep you waiting too long, Mr. Hai. The leader will meet you soon, at a time and place you don't expect." Delya had an idea of what Hai would say. Or maybe it was within the contact.
The general content has already been in Hai's mind, and the words he spoke were guidance for Delya.
"Because I am afraid that there will be mistakes in the delivery of the letter, I will explain to you the content that should be on the letter."
"Mr. Cassia asked you to do this?"
Delya tilted her head and sighed. She decided to end the conversation as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be like a side profile. Every time she said more words, more clues would be given to Hai, until a certain standard was exceeded, and the situation on her side would be over.
The hacker roughly guessed it.
Although the group leader said in the letter passed over that there is no need to worry about the person contacted by Manoma, no matter who it is. The impression of terror in Delya's heart is not good. Without more contact, she will not
Totally believe it.
"The first thing." She chose not to answer any of Hai's questions later. "The important change within the empire is all the intelligence you have collected, Mr. Hai. If you can bring along the small countries and the other two large countries, the group will
Please let me express my gratitude to you."
"It seems that Mr. Cassia didn't ask you to do this." Hao seemed not to listen to Delya's words, and the smile in his words made Delya imagine the smile on his face, "He won't
Make such a request. Miss Ye Jielin and Mr. Atohuan, who is in charge of intelligence communications, are more convenient sources of information. This kind of request will never be made to them."
"However, just treat it as his request, and I will provide it, Miss Delya." On the other side, Hai, who was already on the airship returning to the prosperous coastal area, knocked on the table lightly at this time, as if he was asking for it.
Important node in memory, "So, what help does Mr. Cassia need?"