The next day, the morning light.

The rising sun had not yet risen, and it was originally time for a woman to get up early to work hard for a family meal. However, in the high-end hotel, the nobles actually got up early to move.

The chaos last night was short, but it still had an impact. Everyone is not in good condition now, rubbing their eyes red, yawning, and their faces are full of fatigue. Such spirits shouldn't have gotten up so early, but now they have reasons that they must...

At this time, a middle-aged strong man in armor returned from the front hall of the hotel. When he met a nobleman bowed and greeted him when he saw the cavalry. After entering the attic, his face was slightly darker, he turned straight to the right, then stopped in front of a door, knocked twice, and pushed the door and entered.

"Sir, the people who are negotiating with the Gray Clothes Army have arrived at the door. Do you need to go there?"

Inside the room, Alex sat quietly at the table, tapping his fingers on his forehead, and his contemplative expression was completely different from the rude and arrogant temperament he used to show. He heard this and did not answer, but looked up and asked an irrelevant question: "Have you come back yet?"

The question was abrupt, but the middle-aged and strong man who guarded the character naturally knew what it meant. He shook his head: "No." He paused, and then said, "Don't worry, although the butler is a little weak, he has always been cautious in his work and has brought eight dead soldiers from the family. There will be no trouble. Well, when I first came back from outside, I saw Philip, he looked panicked and nervous... The thief must have succeeded. So the butler should be dealing with the funeral now and can hurry back soon."

"Well..." After a while, Alex nodded, still agreed with this inference, then got up and rubbed his palms, and said, "You just said that the people from the gray-clothed army have arrived? So early?"

The middle-aged strong man nodded with a gloating smile on his lips: "Yes, to be precise, I sent someone to send a post half an hour ago, and now I just came here. Haha. Now there is fun to watch now."

Alex laughed and shook his head: "Ha, these so-called old borers... Well, they are a bit clever."

What they were talking about was yesterday. In addition to Jack, there were also several thieves hired by traditional nobles who also sneaked in. However, after Alex and the others found out about this, they naturally had no plans to cause variables, so the thieves just approached the attic last night and were caught by the middle-aged strong man who was guarding here.

The next thing was interesting. In a brief battle, the exposed thieves were killed by all intentional or unintentional cavalry. Then someone stood up to indicate that these thieves seemed to have appeared in the negotiation team of the gray-clothed army...

There is no doubt that this is certainly a false accusation, but the traditional aristocrats only need this statement. It can be said that they are still very beautiful when they succeed. If the thief succeeds, then everything will be fine. If the thief fails, then they will kill people to silence them and push them on the gray-clothed army without any psychological pressure.

"But why these gray-clothed soldiers come so early... Forget it, let's go and have a look." After not understanding it, Alex shook his head, walked towards the door, paused, and threw a key to the middle-aged strong man, "You go with me, well, you come out again in half an hour. If the butler hasn't come back then, you can take people to that tavern."

"Yes!" The middle-aged strong man subconsciously glanced at a certain location in the house. He bowed and nodded, then opened the wooden door and let Alex go out.

The negotiations were initiated by the gray-clothed army, which was very hasty, so the nobles were already at the entrance of the hotel, and the attic seemed very quiet.

As soon as he left the attic, Alex raised his eyebrows. He saw a beautiful woman walking towards him quickly and laughing: "Ha, it turns out it's Miss Loris. Yes, Philip is not inside."

Somehow, Alex seemed to see a strange look on the beautiful woman's face, but when she carefully distinguished, she looked anxious.

"Oh... I've seen Lord Alex! I'll come back to find something."

Is the seal? But if she asked her to find it, it seems that Philip was really anxious... Alex felt more at ease, but he was still confused on the surface: "Look for something? Tell me, see if I have seen it."

"Yes, why didn't I expect... Well, it's a book called "Actor's Self-cultivation". Jazz, have you seen it?"

"Uh...what, what kind of cultivation?"

...

Seeing the woman running into the attic hurriedly, Alex grabbed her hair and turned around and asked, "Isn't it a seal?" The middle-aged strong man spread his hands, and naturally he didn't know what was going on.

Shaking his head inexplicably, the two walked towards the front hall.

In this way, they naturally did not see the woman behind them after entering the attic and did not return to the second floor room. Instead, they turned to look at them, slightly turned to the right side of the first floor.

Needless to say, this is naturally Tang En.

What a good actor... I secretly praised Alex, and Tang En smacked his lips, then looked at the door sign, and finally stopped in front of a door, which was Alex's room.

I looked around and saw that the corridor was empty and silent. I approached, and I turned my hand and showed the dagger and slowly slid down the crack of the door.

Tang En is an assassin, not a thief. Although he can also use lock picking technology, it is not professional, so he can brute forcefully to crack it quickly. After all, he did not come here this time to steal things...

With a slight sound, the door lock inside was directly destroyed. Tang En raised his mouth and pushed the door in, then... was stunned!

Tang En had the courage to come in directly, so he was sure that there was no one in the room. This was the case, but now the window facing the door was wide open. A man dressed in a waiter was bending over the window ridge to climb in, and there were still many people behind him...

Tang En and the waiter met the sight at the first time, their bodies stiffened and looked at each other. Their eyes met one eye, which was quite quiet and weird.

"What's wrong with Lao Bao...uh?" asked softly, and then another head emerged from under the window.

After breaking the silence in the field, Tang En and the waiter responded the same way. They immediately reached into their arms and took out the crossbow bow to face it. However, because of their concerns, they did not shoot the crossbow arrow immediately.

"Haha..." After chuckling a few times, seeing the waiter's face clearly, Tang En waved his hand, put away the crossbow, and raised his lips, "Good morning, Lord Powells. Eun, as the Minister of Security, it's not good to slip through the door and windows."

That's right. The waiter opposite whose face was covered by hair and only had one right eye was Powells. But he didn't put down his crossbow now, and he still held it cautiously, frowned: "Who are you?"

"Loris?" The other person with a head raised appeared after being surprised, looked at Tang En's appearance and dressed up, and said subconsciously.

"Oh? The Chief of the Bernie Cavalry is here too." Tang En glanced at the other party's identity with a word.

Bowes and Bernie's heart sank at the same time. Their faces were all disguised. Even if they were seen through, they would not recognize their identities. There is only one explanation, that is, the other party had known about their existence long ago.

"You don't have to think too much about it. I wanted to communicate with you before..." After a moment of contemplation, Tang En turned his hand and shook his bumpy dagger, "After all, we have worked together once, and we are considered old acquaintances."

"It's you!"

Bovis and Bernie exclaimed at the same time, then looked at each other with a look of surprise.

...

Knowing the other party’s background, although it cannot bring each other closer, at least it is avoided to start fighting immediately.

Hearing back, Powells and Bernie turned over and into the house.

Tang En put away the crossbow and dagger, closed the door with his backhand, and said first: "It seems that our goals are the same. Yes, why are you entering Arix's room?"

"Why didn't you say it first?" Powells was used to being strong, so he naturally didn't want to be questioned by a mole.

Tang En spread his hands: "Exchange information! I am sure I know more than you, so naturally, you will talk first."

"Oh?" Powells glanced at Donn disdain, then pointed his hand in the room and circled, "If I say there are other people in this room, do you believe it?"

"Finish!" Tang En raised his eyebrows and his lips slightly raised, "And I also know where they are hiding, where is the main entrance of the agency... Hum. Want to know?"

Bovis opened his mouth, his expression slightly stunned. Bernie, who was beside him, stepped forward without hesitation and stretched out his fist: "Document!"

Fist hits, "Trade!"

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At the same time, the hotel entrance.

"You dare to come!" Simpson's face turned red and he roared angrily, and then he was about to rush up and fight for his life. Of course, he was stopped by several nobles after taking a few steps, and he fisted and kicked, and refused to give in. "Don't stop me... the nobles dare to kill you, you are dead... Ronald, dare to negotiate? If you dare to negotiate, we will meet in the Imperial Court when we go back, don't stop me..."

Under the stairs in front of the door, Joshia and several senior secret agencies looked here coldly and frowned slightly, "Why don't I dare to come?"

"Okay, you're brave enough, then do you dare to admit what you did?"

There is a trap for this vague statement. The traditional nobles are going to make the other party admit it in one go, but after responding, Joshia ignored this side and met Ronald's sight, "Where is the negotiation location?"

It is naturally difficult to find somewhere in such a hurry. After pausing, Ronald waved his hand and made an invitation gesture: "The hotel is in the side hall, please!"

In fact, Ronald and the others were confused. It was not what happened last night. Their IQ was not weak enough. With Philip, they had been talking to Joshia. Although most of them were building trust relationships, the negotiations were indeed progressing slowly. They were very satisfied with this method. However, Joshia's sudden arrival this morning was not informed, which naturally made them a little confused.

"Why don't you answer? Didn't you say you dare... Are you guilty? I'll tell you..."

The traditional aristocrats were still relentless, but neither Ronald nor Joshia paid attention to it. He suddenly realized that he had not heard of it and went straight into the hotel front hall.

And as soon as they disappeared, the scolding stopped here. Simpson stopped his crazy behavior, sorted out his clothes, and curled his lips disdainfully: "Hmph, but a few untouchables want to fight me... and go to the side hall again. I want to see how their negotiations continue."

Since we decided to call those thieves a gray-clothed army, we naturally have to confirm the crime. And even if there is no evidence, we must act as a victim and occupy the commanding heights of speech first. These nobles may not be able to play, but they are first-class in fighting...

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