In ambush. Back at the Sterling office, Snake dictated the details of the operation and instructed his secretary to write a report. When the case was almost closed, Snake suddenly stopped. "I went to the staff a while ago to gather information. Call them and report. Report attached."
"Yes."
Five agents entered the office one after another, without providing any valuable information. Bug was simply looking for something to do to kill time, lying to himself with half-truths.
"This month's bonus has been canceled. Go back and think about your actions!"
The four agents left the office, leaving only one Anglo-Saxon agent, nicknamed "Latecomer." He was on a business trip to visit three villages in the northern mountains. Someone mentioned a rebellion,
and he became wary, interrupting the conversation. :::
It was getting dark, and Baron Snake was about to go to the sheriff's for dinner. He waved his hand impatiently. "This?" "
Sir, the more closed the place, the more likely xenophobia is. It is difficult for us outsiders to obtain useful information in a short period of time. Therefore, I propose that we change our strategy and send secret agents to infiltrate and obtain effective intelligence information."
After listening for a few minutes, the Snake Lord gradually softened. He looked at the agent with interest:
"That seems to make sense. I will ask my secretary to write this idea down at the end of the report on combating banditry."
Putting on his coat, the Snake Baron motioned to his secretary and agent to stay in the office for overtime, and headed off in the other direction. ::::
A week later.
As he lay in bed, he looked up at the wooden planks of the roof and muttered to himself, "At last I can leave Stirling." On April 10, Connor arrived at the Tyne Town docks on a Viking longship carrying pig iron. When
the ship docked, he did not hurry to Tyne Castle. Instead, he found the nearest public baths, got a haircut, and ate lunch, spending a total of a quarter of a penny (people usually minted silver pennies for ease of accounting).
After the procedure, looking at his reflection in the bronze mirror, Connor involuntarily protested:
"The Duke was originally a simple Nordic farmer. Where did he get such a serious obsession with cleanliness? He even has to take a bath at least once. Alas, he likes to fool around, like the legendary Romans."
But then he thought: every noble lord has a hobby: murder, robbery, hunting, lust, and so on. The eccentric behavior of the Duke of Tyne Castle did not seem so dangerous...
Secretly complaining, Connor headed to Tyne Castle on the southwestern hill, showed the guards his ID and said from the gate: "I am Connor, Detective Stirlingshire." "
Is that you?"
Vig straightened up, dismissed the guards and servants in the hall, and asked the agent about sending secret agents. Vig added:
"When communicating, try to use only one channel of communication. Even if someone betrays you, the damage done will be relatively small." Remembering the movies and TV shows he had seen in his past life, he threw many precautions aside and found that the other man had risen to the bait: "Can you read?"
Connor: "I started learning Scandinavian last year and have mastered 200 Scandinavian words.
Scandinavian grammar is easy to understand and quick to learn."
Vig nodded in satisfaction and gave him a new assignment: "In the next few months, you will be taking part in the return of the school to Stirlingshire as a detective, recruiting reliable agents and sending them to infiltrate the rebels. I will teach you a few more things." After Connor left, the Ravenspeaker entered the room and showed Vig the results of his six months of work. After leafing through the book for about ten minutes, he sent for Geligiv and Mitcham to study each point carefully.
After an unknown amount of time, Vig's eyes became swollen and he simply threw the book down to discuss the changes with the Ravenspeaker. Today, improved runes and many innovative solutions have spread across Northern Europe, attracting the attention of religious sites. Gradually, some began to call the shamanic group led by the Ravenspeaker the Cult of Tyneburg. The Crow Speaker readily accepted this, publicly announcing his long-standing separation from Wuinqing two months ago.