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"Can you please stop keeping me in suspense? I know you have a high IQ. Just tell me the conclusion directly."

Mousse was also angry. He really didn't know how Wendlow developed the habit of suddenly stopping talking halfway through.

Then he raised his hand and wanted to hit him, but he was afraid that the sound would be too loud, so he just pinched Wendlow's mouth hard and told him not to talk like that in the future.

From Windlow, Mousse also learned the basic situation of the entire Glenburg.

Like the elves, humans are not a monolithic group, and there are always people who oppose the nobles above them and seek opportunities for replacement.

Glenburg was originally a free city. In short, the local nobles managed everything and were not restricted by the upper nobles.

So they wanted to imitate Marienburg, start a rebellion, and then maintain economic consistency with the empire, but continue to be stable politically and achieve a military victory.

For dark elves, this kind of escape from the constraints of the nobility is indeed very common.

Combined with the identity disguised by Windlow, he packaged himself as an imperial spy.

This identity must have been heard by other businessmen, and then the news reached the ears of the four major families.

In order to put safety first, the four major families will naturally eliminate all those related to the Elector Count of Reikland to ensure that the subsequent rebellion will not be disturbed in any way.

They had even chosen a leader: Helmut Ludenhoff.

It is indeed easy to shout out something like independence. It is just a word and anyone who is not mute can shout it out.

But after independence, it will inevitably face encirclement and suppression from Reikland. After all, every elector wants to have as much land and population as possible.

At this time, you have to raise money to train an army and find allies to defeat the regular army of Reik under the leadership of Helmut Ludenhof.

Then a series of operations can be carried out. Marienburg has already written the answer sheet and just needs to wait for others to copy it.

Mousse looked at Windlow with disdain. The biggest difference between the dark elves and the high elves is that the former hate the latter's arguments.

He always thinks that everything will go according to his own speculation, which is very arrogant and vulgar.

"So, how do you know that these are the thoughts of the local nobles?"

Of course, Windlow was not making random guesses. Everything was just a hypothesis. If he wanted to judge whether this hypothesis was correct, he had to look for clues.

"We just need to go to the four major families and take a look, and everything will become clear immediately."

"Humph."

Mousse just snorted softly, but she couldn't think of any other solution, so she followed Windlow's plan.

Then the two of them sneaked back into the city.

As the Lord of Terror, Mousse naturally knows how to move silently in front of the enemy like a shadow.

Even the best hidden sentries in Glenburg were found by her and slipped in from outside the city without anyone noticing.

Count Holz's manor castle is not far ahead, and there are full-time soldiers patrolling outside around the clock.

"It's very difficult to get in without anyone noticing."

Mousse also made a comment, it seems that humans are not a primitive race and know how to deal with sneak attacks and infiltrations.

Windlow was helpless and could only observe the situation inside from a distance. He could not hear or see anything.

I wanted to give up at this point, but Mousse suddenly stood up from where he was crouching, with a freshly made Molotov cocktail in his hand.

That’s right, the dark elves are a race that holds grudges. If someone throws a Molotov cocktail at them, they will definitely throw it back.

Don't worry about whether you throw it to the right target, just throw it back.

With this throw, the black Molotov cocktail filled with liquor drew a perfect arc under the cover of night.

It flew straight to the stable forty meters away and hit a palm-sized oil lamp outside, followed by a violent collision.

Two containers made of glass shattered together, and then the flames ignited the liquor, and a fireball suddenly bounced up.

Then he ignited the hay stored in the stable, and in a moment it became a raging fire.

Most of the guards took action and acted as firefighters, and the soldiers who had received firefighting training immediately started to put out the fire.

But there are still some soldiers who are sticking to their posts. Count Holz has ordered that they must not leave their posts no matter what happens.

However, after some manpower was diverted to put out the fire, the defense was indeed weakened a lot.

In Count Holz's own bedroom, his butler and two elite guards quickly ran in.

"My Lord, the stable is on fire. Please leave the room immediately."

This is the tradition of the imperial nobility. Once encountering any special or emergency situation, they have to leave their usual place.

Take refuge in a safe house that not many people know about, and wait until the special situation is handled and everything around is settled before continuing the action.

"What a nuisance! Didn't you guys pay attention to fire prevention in winter? Someone must have piled all the hay together for convenience. The accumulation of farts from the horses will surely set the stable on fire."

"Mr. Earl, we will go back and check this later. For your own safety now..."

"Good good."

Count Holtz also stood up. He was not sure whether there were any assassins or thieves who would take advantage of the chaos to kill him.

At the same time, he picked up all the letters on the table, threw them into the fireplace, and then slammed the door and left.

The parchment letter slowly curled in the fire, and then began to burn from the surroundings.

At this time, a pair of big hands reached in, and took out all the parchment letters while enduring the burning flames.

"Hurry up! Someone's coming!"

Mousse pulled up Windlow, and there was not much time for him to light the fireplace for the Baron.

The defense of this place is so tight that even if a fire occurs, there are well-trained rescuers, and the security force has not been weakened much.

"Patrol the perimeter of the Earl's room!"

A sound of footsteps came from outside the Earl's room, and three provincial soldiers in leather armor came here quickly and saw it at once.

"The perimeter of the Earl's room is safe. Continue patrolling."

At this time, Windlow and Mousse had already rushed out of the city and returned to the pit they had dug in the forest.

With the help of the light from the newly lit wood in the fireplace in the cave, Windlow placed all the fragments of parchment letters on the ground.

Although most of it has been burned, there are still many written clues left.

I don’t know if it was Sigmar’s curse or Sigmar’s blessing. Although I got the thing, the words on it are not complete at all.

Only a few strange and terrible words can be obtained from the parchment that has survived.