The black sun hangs high

Chapter 453 The Poor Whistleblower

Felix has a very clear understanding of his own abilities, so it is absolutely impossible for him to stand alone on the street to intercept potentially dangerous individuals.

However, the infiltrator, who was trying to stir up trouble in Watchtower and incite discontent among the residents, had little understanding of Felix.

Despite the Black Sun Society obtaining considerable information about the core members of the Scions through various channels, Felix's identity as the leader and manager of the Scions remained undiscovered thanks to the Scions' deliberate cover-up and the multiple layers of protection provided by the Legal Committee.

So far, although Felix's name and face have been included in the Black Sun Society's list, he has actually received treatment that is not much different from other official members of the Scions of the Dawn. The previous "targeted bombardment" operation, launched using the Azar bird flock and the snowfield cannon, was actually aimed at Mayer, who is the actual leader of the Scions of the Dawn.

Although Felix's name came to the attention of the Black Sun Society after that incident due to the reappearance of the so-called "miracle," the relevant orders were not delivered in time to the Black Sun followers who were temporarily unable to leave Watchtower.

Moreover, Felix has changed his appearance.

Even those who have seen his face and photos would only think that this middle-aged man looks somewhat familiar.

The gap in intelligence and information caused the infiltrator, who was preparing to move, to lose his best reaction time. By the time he realized the danger of the middle-aged man in front of him, the capture operation from the Dawnblade team had already begun.

Like a tight noose tightening in an instant, a chilling, heart-pounding restlessness came from all directions.

The members of the Dawnblade's task force had already experienced similar missions many times before.

Those who participate in these frontline missions today are often outstanding members with relevant experience in the past and who have been receiving training from the Dawn Society. After receiving specialized training from the Legal Committee and the Sword-Holding Hermitage, they have transcended Vaan's inherent identity as a secret agent and spy to a certain extent.

A series of soft thuds came from different directions. Then, the figure walking on the street suddenly "twisted." Several specially made bullets hit his body in an instant. Immediately afterward, an ordinary clerk who was checking goods nearby suddenly raised his hand, and a classic "limb destruction spell" was formed in an instant. The magical arm grabbed the infiltrator's limbs tightly, followed by a tooth-grinding snapping sound.

However, this is not the end.

Before the target could even scream, a nimble figure darted in from the side. With two metallic clangs, a collar made of demon silver was fastened around the man's neck. In that instant, the excruciating pain in his limbs, the terror in his mind, the suppression of his magical power, and the intense numbness seeping from inside the bullet all combined to form an irresistible despair that easily crushed the prisoner's will.

Felix raised an eyebrow and looked at Sally, who was standing next to the prisoner: "Does the professor know that his students are now doing these things?"

"The teacher knows."

Sally tilted her head, squinted, and checked the silver collar she had fastened on the prisoner. Once she was sure it was completely locked, she clapped her hands lightly and walked away from him. "Although he doesn't quite agree with my hands-on approach to certain 'matters,' he also believes that it would be beneficial to handle some related matters... Mr. Hugh's works also express similar views."

Upon hearing this, Felix quickly recalled his past conversations with Hughes, and then nodded: "Ah... his views are definitely more extreme than the professor's."

“I know, so I chose ‘neutralization’... just like the preparation of alchemical potions, slightly milder.”

Sally maintained her smile as she watched the Dawnbreaker's squad lead the prisoner, who was incapable of resisting or committing suicide, to a nearby vehicle. Then she asked, "Mr. Felix, is this a very important target?"

"It's not that important, at most it's just a noisy flying insect."

Felix gripped his cane, a hint of doubt and confusion flashing in his eyes: "However, we might be able to dig out more useful secrets from these minor characters. Let's interrogate them again later."

The Sally of today is not the same as she was before. She caught Felix's change in emotion almost instantly, and asked, "This cane... has had a lot of an impact on you?"

“Hmm… I once heard Hugh say that this cane has an extraordinary significance, but I never imagined that the ‘significance’ he was referring to would be so special.”

Felix muttered a complaint under his breath. Just before boarding the train, he closed his eyes again, using the cold cane to clear his mind. After confirming that there were no other "eye-catching" targets around him, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the carriage.

As the vehicle started, a brand new notification letter was delivered to Sally.

After reading its contents, Sally's expression underwent a strange change. Felix asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Are the professors getting impatient?"

"Yes, the teacher and several other gentlemen have already arrived and are urging you on... It seems that, apart from the whistleblower, they have some more important decisions waiting for your participation."

……

"Well, Felix, it seems you're completely recovered? Why did you go off to catch 'bugs' halfway there?"

When Felix arrived at his destination, Darthwell was the first to greet him. He looked at Felix's unkempt beard with surprise, then happily patted Felix on the shoulder. Only after confirming that the other man's body was indeed very strong did he feel completely relieved.

"Thank you for your concern. Apart from looking more than ten years older all of a sudden, it seems there are no other problems."

Felix leaned forward and gave the other person a light hug, saying humorously, "It's just that suddenly needing a cane makes me feel excessively old..."

"Not really!"

Darthwell laughed: "However, if you don't take care of your hair and beard, you might end up like me, with no girl wanting to look at you!"

The two joked as they walked toward a house.

This is the new command post set up by the Dawn Society within Watchtower City. The level of protection around it has been increased by several levels compared to before. Learning from past lessons, several magic advisors have also specially gathered several spellcasters to open up an underground command post under the buildings that are used as cover on the surface. They have also set up a hidden tunnel that can directly connect to the outside of the city, so that personnel can evacuate in time in case of special circumstances.

Learning from past experiences and using those lessons to guide future strategies is a crucial principle and guiding principle within the Akatsuki Society.

Every deceased person, every sacrifice and loss should have its meaning.

Felix wholeheartedly agreed with this.

After traversing the passageways and entering the rather complex underground command post, Felix finally saw faces he hadn't seen for several days in one of the rooms. He was struck by the fact that although these familiar comrades hadn't experienced the same severe loss of vitality as he had, their faces and conditions were quite different from before. The harsh marches, the war, and the assassinations and threats hidden behind the light had truly left their marks on them.

Some people had scars on their faces, some had two fingers cut off by shrapnel, and one person had thick bandages wrapped around their arm, with some of the alchemical potion used to heal the magical shock seeping out from the bandages...

Regardless, all the people who should have been present were present.

"We can talk about other things later."

As the host of the meeting, Mayer had clearly been waiting for a long time. He stood up and nodded to Felix: "The whistleblower is in another room. She has been waiting for you for a long time too... At her request, she has some things she needs to say to you alone. She doesn't trust anyone else."

Hearing this, Felix was slightly surprised: "Professor, you can't do it either?"

"Yes."

Mayer nodded: "Although she was willing to tell me some things, it's clear that what she said wasn't everything... This whistleblower knows you; at least she knows your name, your identity, and some of your responsibilities... I think that the things she wants to reveal are probably only something you can handle, just like I wrote in the notification before."

When Meyer used the word "handle," he emphasized it slightly.

Felix nodded, understanding what Mayer meant—if a matter could only be handled by an organization like the Dawnblade, then that matter was very likely to involve the organization's overall "purity."

In other words, this matter is 90% related to "treason".

Thinking of this, Felix's expression darkened slightly.

So far, the Dawnblade has not truly dealt with internal traitors. For the Dawnblade, this is actually a result that makes everyone happy. However, on another level, it also means more potential troubles and threats.

“Go ahead. The meeting room has been checked many times, and the woman is indeed an ordinary local resident… We absolutely cannot use those interrogation methods on her before the situation worsens; that would be very bad.”

"I see."

Felix quickly got to work, picking up a notebook and two magic ink pens from the side, then carrying his cane, he headed toward the reception room.

The reception room was designed in the style of the Water, with different protective magic dividing the room and a permanent ritual of the Valley level or above, so that the two parties could not touch each other except to talk face to face.

In Walter, such rooms are generally used to interrogate nobles of special status who are difficult to torture. Although it is not very suitable to place them here, they can still be used.

Upon entering the room, Felix saw the important whistleblower.

As he had previously learned, the whistleblower was just an ordinary-looking and dressed woman from Saint Steel. However, unlike many middle-aged women from Saint Steel, she did not gain weight rapidly but was rather thin. There were traces of frostbite on her palms, but now some alchemical potion had been applied to them. Obviously, this was sent over by someone sent by Mayer.

Felix closed the door, indicating that there were no other listeners, and then sat down opposite the woman: "Hello, ma'am... I'm the person you're looking for."

"Ah...you?"

The woman looked up, a hint of surprise flashing across her somewhat haggard and tired face: "Felix should be a young man? But sir, you're probably already forty years old, aren't you?"

“If you’re looking for Felix, who used to be the ‘President of the Mutual Aid Society’ in Seren City, then it must be me. There can’t be anyone else. The changes in my appearance and age are from that previous attack. I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

Faced with the woman's questions, Felix remained calm: "If you don't want to trust me, then you can choose to find someone else... such as the gentleman you talked to before. He is our true leader and absolutely worthy of your trust."

"No...no, I believe you."

The woman finally nodded hesitantly: "You mentioned the city of Seren, which means I can trust you."

"Okay, then let's begin."

Felix opened his notebook; he was ready to take notes.

However, what the woman said next took Felix by surprise.

"I...I want to report someone to you. He's a traitor within your ranks. He leaked those important locations and caused the previous shelling!"

Felix looked up at the other person: "Who is he?"

The woman's face trembled violently. She closed her eyes, took two deep breaths, and then gave a difficult answer.

“...my...my son.”

"what?"

Even Felix was momentarily stunned. He quickly composed himself, leaning slightly forward from his upright position. He lowered his voice and asked, "Madam, are you serious? You want to report your own son?"

"Yes, I confirm."

The woman was still in pain, but she insisted, "I want to report my son... His name is Valery, you must know him. Before joining the Dawn Society, he was a mage in the Legal Committee and spent a long time near Seren!"

The poor mother paused for two seconds, then added, "In fact, he begged me to come to you, sir... He begged me to tell you this. He doesn't expect the Dawn Society's forgiveness, he just wants to get this message to you!"

(End of this chapter)