Chapter 352 You are all laughing

The gear-shaped doorknob on the oak-and-iron door shook twice. Horn knew it was Pasrick as soon as he heard the rough knock.

"Pasrick?" Horn stopped René, who was informing Mormont and other wizards about their origins, and asked outside the door.

"Who is Pasrick? I'm Crispa." Pasrick's old voice sounded from outside the door.

Horn waved to René and then to Doillon at the door, and the gendarme standing at the door opened the door of the study.

"Come in." Horn said to Pasrick who was standing at the door.

Pasrick walked in carelessly from the door, sat down across from Horn without any courtesy, and coughed twice: "Your Majesty, what do you want from me?"

"Pfft!"

Pasrick looked at Busak next to him in surprise: "What are you laughing at?"

"I suddenly remembered something funny." After a moment of letting himself go, Busak put on his original poker face.

"Crispa, tell me honestly, are you the great wizard Pasrick?" Horn gave Pasrick one last chance.

"No! Who is Pasrick? My name is Crispa."

Horn sat upright in his chair, watching his performance helplessly.

In fact, he never understood. Since you want to disguise your identity, just disguise it better. With a name like Crispa, can't you tell who it is at a glance?

But Pasrick was very confident in his disguised identity and thought that others could not see through it.

Once exposed, he refused to admit it and tried to save face by pretending that he had not been exposed.

In that case, don't blame Horn.

"Pa...ah, Crispa, I have to tell you an important piece of news." Horn put down the quill in his hand, "about Black Snake Bay."

"Black Snake Bay, weren't they blocked by the Red Copper Fortress?" Pasrick asked in surprise, "After the fall of Jeanne d'Arc, they should have blocked all the main roads."

“Yes, but the Sand Sculpture Knight Nidsal has a wizard slave camp. A riot broke out a few days ago and four wizards escaped. They were recently captured in Sour Melon Town.

They brought two letters, one to the captured Kushite Knights and one to a mysterious man called Pasrick.

"What...me? Oh no no, Pasrick?" Pasrick started coughing restlessly.

"Both letters have been opened and examined by the Cheka. The first one is from the Alcor family. It basically tells the Kush Knights to hold on. The war will definitely end before August, and they will be redeemed by then."

Horn put the knights' letters aside and picked up another letter: "This letter was confirmed by the Cheka to have not leaked or transmitted any secrets. Since it is a private letter, I did not read it..."

When Horn said this, he could clearly see that Pasrick breathed a sigh of relief, and his body, which had been leaning forward, leaned back on the chair.

"But since we don't have Pasrick here, let's put it aside for now."

"No, maybe you can find it if you look for it again. Let me help you." Pasrick tried to take the letter, but Horn got it first.

"Good idea." Horn opened the letter. "Let me read it. You can help me figure out who it is..."

"Ahem... wait a minute." Pasrick's expression changed drastically.

Before he could stop her, Horne read aloud: "Dear Pani, wow, this nickname is quite romantic, Pani..."

"Wait, wait." Pasrick, with a red face and thick neck, jumped up at a loss, "Okay, okay, don't read it yet, I know who Pasrick is."

Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Alas, I didn't expect that I had kept this a secret for so long and no one had discovered it. In the end, I have to tell you about it."

Standing up straight, Pasrick looked as if he had just solved a mystery: "I admit, Pasrick is me... my alias!"

It’s a pity that no one present, not even the military police, showed even the slightest surprise.

"Oh, so Crispa is Pasrick's alias?" Busak replied as if he suddenly realized something.

"Yes... Oh, no, no, no." Pasrick looked at the smiling eyes of the people around him and straightened his chest. "Pasrick is Pasrick's alias... Pasrick is Crispa's alias!"

Even the military police next to them couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing Pasrick's embarrassed look, Horn stopped making things difficult for him. After all, it was just a little prank and he didn't really want to humiliate Pasrick.

"So it's you. Couldn't you have said so earlier?"

Although he had no idea what the point of Paslick's insistence on an alias was, Horn handed Paslick the letter and its copy.

Pasrick unfolded the letter and read it quickly and openly. At first, his face looked normal, but then he suddenly blushed and then frowned again.

"Your Majesty..."

"what's up?"

"I have an important piece of news to tell you." "What?"

Pasrick carefully put the original letter into his arms, took out the copy of the letter, tore off a corner of it, and handed it to Horn.

"...Remember? After my husband died, we made love for the first time. It was an autumn. If there is a chance, this summer I... uh..."

Horn whispered it subconsciously.

"Huh!" Du Valon next to him immediately blew an ambiguous whistle.

Under Pasrick's ferocious gaze, Du Valon suppressed his laughter and shifted his gaze elsewhere to study the new patterns on the wall.

Horn looked at Pasrick blankly: "Are you showing off?"

Even though Pasrick was thick-skinned, he blushed slightly: "Your Majesty, I am not showing off. My...lover is a shy girl. She rarely writes about this in her letters."

"Okay, your topic is getting more and more irrelevant. Just be happy and don't report everything to me." Even Horn was embarrassed by Pasrick.

Is this something you should talk about in this kind of situation? You are so old, why are you still playing so extravagantly?

Pasrick coughed lightly and said, "In fact, my lover is a noble lady from Jinhe Township. I suspect she is passing information to us."

"Intelligence? What intelligence? Why would she pass on intelligence to you?"

When it comes to the war on the front line, Horn's casual expression suddenly changed. He straightened up and stared at Pasrick with burning eyes.

"Although she is a noble lady, her family made their fortune through smuggling with Black Snake Bay, so she can barely be considered a force on our side. I am willing to guarantee her for this!"

Horn glanced at René, who understood what he meant and drove all the servants and gendarmes out of the room.

René walked to the window, leaned out and looked around, then nodded to Horn.

"Tell me carefully."

"After her husband died, our first lovemaking was in the winter at her house, but our first date was in the fall in Montenegro."

"what do you mean?"

"Why would she write to me during this unusual time of year? Why would she behave differently than usual? Why would she use such an unusual method? Why would she send me a message through a few wizard fugitives?
She asked me to meet her in Black Mountain in the summer. It felt like she was hinting at the location of Black Mountain. You see, the Alco family also promised the Kush Knights that the war would be over before August. "

After closing his eyes and thinking about the map, Horn immediately opened his eyes: "Is the Stupid Knight ready for a head-on battle? But the location of Black Mountain... No, this is it!"

An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he slapped his forehead: "The military rations were burned, and Nidsal had to advance, but he didn't want to destroy the original harassment tactics, so he chose Black Mountain."

If this were true, with the current efficiency gap between the two sides, Horn believed that the Salvation Army would definitely have a strategic advantage by taking advantage of this information gap, but...

"Is this information reliable? Are you sure it's not a smoke bomb released by the other side?" René, who was standing aside and listening, suddenly spoke.

"It's guaranteed to be reliable." Pasrick rubbed his brows hard and said hesitantly, "But it's better to investigate first."

After thinking for a while, Horn immediately decided: "Notify Jeanne at the front and send Hussars to conduct reconnaissance in the Montenegrin area."

Pressing the armrest of the chair, Pasrick stood up and said, "I'll go there myself."

"Okay." Horn also stood up and patted his shoulder seriously. "Be careful. You are already old."

"Okay... huh?" Pasrick narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Why did he feel like there was something else behind these words?

He stood up, walked to the door and suddenly turned around, only to see Horn, who was still serious.

"What's wrong?" Horn looked up curiously while sorting out the documents. "What's the matter?"

Blinking, Pasrick thought he had seen it wrong, so he pushed the door open and walked out.

"Click——"

"Hahahahahaha."

Turning his head suddenly, Pasrick grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open, only to see Boussac, Duvalon and others who were still reporting.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

"No, no more." After glancing around the room, Pasrick closed the door.

"Click——"

"Hahahaha-"

This time, Pasrick did not push the door again. Instead, his old face flushed red, and he ran quickly towards the stable at the door under the watchful eyes of the gendarmes.

(End of this chapter)