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Mousse sat very quietly. As the Lord of Dread, her political ability was hundreds of years beyond that of Windlow.

He knew that the woman sitting opposite him was no simple person, and that she was being trained to be an elector.

Although humans are inferior to elves in all aspects, the elites among humans should not be underestimated. Dark elves may be arrogant, but they are not stupid.

Now all I need to do is be wise and act foolishly. I have been following Windlow for so long and have never enjoyed myself properly.

First, look around and pretend that you are just a civilian who is very scared to come to this place.

Then his eyes focused on the delicious food and wine on the table and he immediately started to wolf them down. Yes, he had to eat in an extremely ugly manner.

Now all the pressure is concentrated on Windlow. He is just an ordinary traveling merchant. He comes out just to rob the robbers, but finds that he cannot rob the robbers, so he has no choice but to report to the police.

But looking into Emmanoli's eyes, this guy is an Amethyst Mage. Except for Mousse who can withstand her oppression, Windlo's back has been sweating.

My hands under the table were shaking the whole time, but I finally mustered up the courage to just say it. After all, I had the intention to do it, but I had never put it into practice, so theoretically it wasn't a crime.

"I am a traveling merchant from Altdorf. I was on my way to make money, so I arrived in the city at night. I saw people committing crimes and thought they were robbing other merchants."

What Wendlow is best at is mixing lies with the truth, so that what he says can make it more realistic.

"Based on the principle that merchants should help each other, I took action, but I found that the group of people were not robbing ordinary goods, but the technological patents of the city of Nuln, so I called the guards."

If this sentence were said to the city defense soldiers, they might believe it without thinking.

But who is the person in front of Windlow? She is the daughter of the Elector of Wiesen and the only candidate for the next Elector.

Moreover, Nuln was her city, and the entire city's movements were in her hands.

Of course she knew Windlow's background. This guy just came into the city yesterday and beat up some thugs in the slums. All the witnesses at the time said that they did not see his moves clearly, so his strength must be very high.

Then he went to the citizen district to sell a bunch of pottery. It was such a long distance from Altdorf to the city of Nuln, but he went there just to sell pottery for 2 silver coins. What was he trying to achieve?

It is definitely not a simple business trip, but a more complicated situation.

And the most crucial thing is that these people who came to steal Noon's patented products were not simple characters. They might be Lanolde believers, vampire pirates, or other electors.

But one thing is certain, those thieves must have excellent fighting abilities, and he, a boy, actually killed those people without even a drop of blood on his body?

He could have taken Nunn's patented product away without anyone noticing and exchanged it for enough wealth to last for several years, so why did he return everything to me intact?

Wait, is he from Altdorf? Maybe he was sent by Karl Franz, that would make sense, maybe he's one of Karl's men, here to help me.

Emmanoli narrowed her eyes. What happened between her and Karl could not be told to anyone, so the boy named Wendlow in front of her would definitely not reveal anything more.

"In that case, you are indeed right. Merchants who are away from home need to help each other. As for me, besides being the daughter of the Elector, I am also a merchant, a merchant who buys and sells arms. We also need to help each other, right?"

Emmanoli leaned forward, slightly closer to Windlow. In the upper circles of the empire, there was another meaning when a noble girl's upper body approached another person.

That is trust, which is the most basic political signal. She deduced that Windlow should be a pair of white gloves for gathering intelligence. After all, Karl wants to run for the next emperor, so it is not a problem to have a few spies.

So he showed his trust in Windlow, so that the spy would definitely understand.

Wendlow just lowered his eyes and said, "Wow, it's so big."

Then Emmanoli slowly touched her purse and took out three silver coins and eleven copper coins. This number and material have a very special meaning.

Push the money to Windlow, but some things cannot be said explicitly, just hinted.

"This is a thank you reward for you."

In Emmanoli's opinion, Windlo would definitely pass this information to Carl.

But in the eyes of Windlo and Mousse who was still eating, they just felt that the daughter of the Elector was a little stingy.

But there was no way to say it out loud. After all, what the two of them did tonight was equivalent to returning lost property. It all depends on how much money the owner is willing to give. They can't ask the owner to give a percentage.

Add to that three silver coins and eleven copper coins, and it’s not a small amount.

Naturally, Windlo picked up the coins one by one, touched them carefully, and then put them into his endless wallet and nodded to Emmanolie.

The meaning of the former is obvious, thank you for the money from the Elector's daughter.

But the latter misunderstood. She thought that Windlow knew that this was intelligence and would go back to report to Carl.

Now that the topic has been discussed and the reward has been received, Mousse has already picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, so the matter is over.

After bowing, Windlow left the Nunn Palace and found Mousse sitting with her legs crossed beside the flower bed at the door.

This dark elf dread lord has already come out, and she will not bow to humans.

Now that all the red tape has been dealt with, it's time to go back to bed. Although humans have many faults, there is one very good thing.

Human cities are at least safer than dark elf cities, and people can sleep peacefully there.

Holding Wendlow in my arms while sleeping at night is both peaceful and helps me sleep. And before going to bed I can do something very pleasant, which is holding his hand. But forget it, I might as well just hold him in my arms.

Mousse started charging at the fastest speed and returned to the inn in a short while.

If there is no hot water, then just use cold water. After all, when we were in Naggaroth, the water was also cold in the ice and snow.

After taking off all the blood-stained clothes and leather armor, Mousse sat naked in the bathtub, with his legs spread apart and his arms resting on the edge of the tub.

Without any taboo or embarrassment, he straightened his chest in front of Wendlow.

I was all sweaty, had just swum in the river, and was covered in blood, so of course I had to take a shower before going to bed.

But dark elves won't waste time doing these things. They won't do any housework, let alone wash clothes, and they won't even take a bath.

Mousse in the tub raised her slender fingers and slowly hooked

"Come here and serve."