Dressed in all black two people dashed through the night of the forest, they reached the end in record time breaking through onto the clearing outside of it.
Breaking their silence they started to discuss the events that had just transpired as they caught their breath.
"Do you think it will matter that we didn't bring back the traitor?" One of them asked.
"No, this thing is the spitting image of that bird, just look at it, the resemblance is impossible to miss." The other responded.
"But how can we be sure? The first one pressed.
If this isn't it then we'll definitely get punished by Elder Jiahao, maybe even get killed." The first one pressed.
"Shut up and lower your voice. Stop worrying like a little sissy, this might not be the target but it should be enough to please him." The other angrily replied in a hushed tone.
Silence fell back over them when pulling out their flying swords and leaping onto them, activating the arrays on them. Flying with great speed off into the night, they travelled great distance in little time.
Navigating through the land with a map of the area they made fast progress toward their goal and soon a walled city came into view.
Stealthily flying over the walls of the small city neighbouring the Black Forest they landed in a dark alley and put away their flying swords, then dressed into normal, unsuspicious clothing.
Two average men seamlessly blended into the crowd of people in the street and made their way through into a brothel, walking up to the desk at the front they drew no attention from the tables around them as they talked to the manager.
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I tiredly wiped the drowsiness from my eyes as I looked at the papers in front of me, the brothel that I ran was currently losing business at an startling pace. Every single strategy that I had employed failed spectacularly.
New prostitutes.
NOTHING!
New fragrances.
NOTHING!
New advertisement.
NOTHING!
New refreshments.
NOTHING!
Trying to think of ways to gain more customers I had a mind blank and groaned in frustration at my life. Fighting a growing migraine I failed to notice two average looking men standing in front of my desk. A knocking on wood snapped me out of the daze as I saw that there were new customers.
A happy gleam appeared in my eyes as I stood up a little straighter and began her practiced speech with my voice sweet like honey.
"Here we offer a broad selection of prostitutes that fulfill all of your wishes and more~
There are currently 6 free women to choose from, they can have dinner with you, listen to you and participate in all of your dirty desires. Would you like to book a room for the night?
Seeing that her words had no effect on these men she started to sweat nervously and rambled on further.
"Of course we can also just book a room for the two of you if you gentlemen desire~
We make sure to be discreet here so there would be no criticism if you wished to share a bed"
Finally her words had some effect.
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Both eyes of men darkened into disdain as even the thought of doing something like that was disturbing to them, especially with each other.
Looking at the manager with anger one of the men finally spoke in a controlled voice.
"We wish to book room 26 if that is available"
Hearing these words the lady's bottom lip quivered a little in fear but she quickly regained her composure. The reason for the fear was because the only way her brothel was still afloat was because a secret illegal agency had been supporting her financially for the past few months in exchange for the use of one of the rooms to pass information.
If she messed this up then she really would be out of business.
"Of course. Here is the key, I hope you enjoy your stay." The manager replied in her previous tone.
Taking the key without a word they turned and walked towards the stairs that lead toward the fourth floor.
SLAP!
SLURPPPP!
Going through the corridors the men were greatly disturbed by the sounds coming from some of the rooms. Speed-walking towards their objective they reached the 26th room and slowly pushed open the door and were met with a completely empty room aside from a small head-sized box in the middle.
Treading softly on the floor one of them opened the lid and carefully set the space pouch containing the snoozing Kristen into it. Grabbing a pen and piece of paper from his pocket the man wrote something onto it before stuffing it inside.
Leaving the room and brothel the two men blended into the crowd once again and went their separate ways, going to find out their next commission by their masters.