"Are you a collaborator?" After hearing this, Bedivere suddenly thought of the two young thieves he met before.
When he was in Zvar, the sword master Jacques ordered two street children to help him steal, and took the stolen goods as his own, and exchanged them for food to support himself and his little men. This way
It makes him look like the leader of a small criminal organization--even though in fact, Sword Master Yak is overqualified for such a criminal organization, regardless of his origin or ability.
Is it because he wants to keep a low profile that Old Man Yake doesn't show up personally and lets others work for him?
However, there is no evidence that the "criminal organization" involved in Sword Saint Yake does not have other branches in other cities. Maybe his power has expanded to South Africa? Maybe he
Are you secretly instigating some street children or gangsters in the slums to carry out some shady activities in secret?
He has fallen, the swordsman Jacques Bedivere thought to himself. The great swordsman who once shocked the whole of Europe has now become the leader of a criminal gang, doing some dirty thefts. Let Lancelot know
His own father has become like this. I wonder what the Knight of the Round Table, now known as the Sword Master, would think?
"Then, since Sword Saint Yak has collaborators, things will be easier to handle." The shadow agent chuckled, and then analyzed: "The next step is to follow the clues, find out those habitual thieves and gangsters in this city, and interrogate them
Even if you follow them, you can find Sword Master Arc.
What's more, since most of the collaborators are just poor people with limited means, but they have to help Juggernaut Yake with their consumption, then every consumption they make will leave a record. A poor person suddenly has a large amount of funds to buy various products.
Such suspicious consumption records can be easily traced."
"What if he has many collaborators and spreads the funds out for consumption?" Bediwell asked: "In this way, the consumption records will become less suspicious?"
"You are right, Mr. Bedivere, he can indeed use this trick to hide himself more skillfully." The shadow agent continued: "However, this possibility is extremely low. Sword Saint Yak himself also knows very well that he
His goal is to hide in this city to avoid pursuit. So the fewer his collaborators, the better. The fewer people who know his existence, the safer he will be. According to my estimation, the number of his collaborators should not exceed three.
."
"It's still too much..." the King of Knights couldn't help complaining. If Sword Saint Yake hides and only finds people to help him buy some daily necessities such as food, then divide the things he needs to buy into three items and send his
When collaborators go to separate purchases, the subtle differences in consumption records are almost impossible to find.
"Not much, huh huh." The shadow agent gave a mysterious sneer: "Your Majesty King Arthur, you don't know something. Just like the farther the fire burns, the darker the darkness in the shadow. This prosperous big city has a very developed business.
, also represents how huge the gap between the rich and the poor is. For the poor in this city, even if they just buy one more apple every day, the difference in consumption level is huge."
"How could------" Bedivere couldn't help complaining. Is it really that exaggerated?
"It's such an exaggeration." The shadow agent seemed to be able to read minds, and directly answered what Bedivere had not said in his heart: "What's more, it is impossible for Sword Saint Yake to be so thoughtful and buy one or two more apples."
The subtle differences between them are also hidden. It is even more impossible for him to know that I will find the most subtle differences from the national public consumption data server and hundreds of millions of consumption records every day. Data mining is one of my proud skills.
."
Bediwell couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Under the completely electronic business consumption model, the citizens of this country are almost naked. Their privacy is completely non-existent. A knowledgeable hacker can easily find out every one of them.
People buy something every time they make a purchase every day.
"Here, here is a list that records the abnormal consumption of slum residents in Pretoria in the past week. There are a total of sixty people in this list. These people's daily living expenses during this week are more than
Usually the number is more than double. Let’s first exclude those who have found windfalls. Half of the poor people who are neither likely to have windfalls nor have regular jobs are on this list.
Among these thirty people, only seven people were left who had been habitual thieves or had criminal records.
These are the seven people who are most likely to be Sword Saint Arc's assistants. I have additionally marked them with red pen.
The other people have not been completely excluded from the list of suspects, but I think it is better for you to start investigating from the seven people who have been circled."
"Very good, I accept it." The King of Knights took a scroll from the shadow agent. In fact, this thing is not thick. The list of sixty people and their addresses is just a short list.
As for the seven people circled with red pen, their information was several times more detailed than that of the others.
King Arthur had to admire the analytical ability of the shadow agents. They were able to reduce their search scope from tens of millions of people in big cities to this list of sixty people just by analysis alone.
"I don't think I need to stress it anymore, right? Keep a low profile." The shadow agent ordered: "Let your knights in armor sniff around the city, but they will alert the snakes and scare the sword master Yak into hiding.
Deeper. It would be almost impossible to find him again at that time."
"Of course I understand." Knight Dynasty Bedivere winked and said he was leaving: "Well, see you later, Shadow Agent. People from Great Britain will come over to pay the intelligence fee you negotiated."
Bediwell on the side couldn't help but wonder how much money this was. If he wanted information from a capable intelligence dealer like the Shadow Agent, he would definitely charge a sky-high price.
"There is no need to pay the money now. Let's wait until you actually catch Sword Saint Arc. I am also very interested in Sword Saint Arc's betrayal of Great Britain. When you catch him, remember to let me talk to him.
God, maybe we will find some clues about the events of that year."
"Okay." The King of Knights agreed readily.
Then the shadow agent added: "Also, I have something to talk to that werewolf, is that okay?"
Arthur then stopped and winked at Bedivere again. The werewolf youth shrugged.
"I'm waiting for you outside." Arthur walked out of the room and closed the door. The shady barrier attached to the wall immediately spread and blocked the door. In this way, this is a completely closed area, Bediville.
The conversation with the shadow agent in this room will never be heard by the outside world.
"What do you want from me?" Bedivere asked with a hint of displeasure.
"You are so interesting, [person who does not exist in the world]." The shadow agent hummed: "People in this world, as long as they have lived, will leave some traces in the world. But what happened to you?
?It’s as if your [traces] have been forcibly erased by some huge force. The traces of you before you were thirteen do not exist at all, as if you did not exist in this world before you were thirteen.
Then it just seemed to appear out of nowhere."
The werewolf youth was shocked. He waited for the shadow agent viciously: "Who are you? What kind of magical magic did you use to be able to see through other people's past like this?"
"I have my own way." The shadow agent said mysteriously.
Bedivere was silent for a while, rolled his eyes at the other person, then turned around and wanted to leave: "If you have nothing else important to say to me, then I should leave. What a waste of time."
"You are burdened with disaster." Regardless of Bedivere's disregard, the shadow agent said to himself.
"What?"
"You are carrying disaster." The shadow agent repeated, his tone becoming more mysterious and even sinister:
"Everywhere you go, everything will be destroyed and ravaged.
The people you love will die violently.
Everything you are looking for will slip through your fingers and become nothing.
The redemption you are waiting for is all illusion.
You will be assassinated by the one you love in great sorrow.
You will lose everything, even the things you protect will no longer exist, and you will wander in loneliness forever.
You will be entangled by an absolutely inescapable fate, swallowed by darkness, and eaten away by despair.
Because you are such a sinful person.
If you change the world and twist your destiny, people will have to bear the corresponding price.
How much you have borrowed from this world, how much you have to give back in the end.
"
Bedivere, who had already walked out several steps, stopped at this time.
"Nonsense." The werewolf young man said with slight indignation and disapproval.
"Everything I said is true." The shadow agent retorted confidently: "I may not have the ability to foresee the future, but I can infer the changing trends of things related to you from your past and present. All of this
Everything will definitely happen to you. Because you are [a person who does not exist in the world], [a person who is not tolerated in the world], and [a person who bears a curse]."
"What fate is, I don't know, and I have no interest in knowing it." Bedivere took a deep breath and didn't look back: "But if fate is so unreasonable, I will even take fate itself.
Smash. I did it once and I will do it again. So, keep your nonsense to yourself. This kind of nonsense that is not even a piece of shit will not scare me at all."