Chapter 19 Assembly
A rooftop somewhere in Lower Town, Igwynt.
The light breeze of the day blew across the sky above the city, bringing with it the pungent smell of black smoke in the distance. Carriages and pedestrians came and went on the long streets, and above them were several pairs of eyes looking down and watching.
"Huh... Another boring mission like this..." Gregor, who was dressed in a black uniform, sighed and complained while leaning against the roof wall of the building. As he spoke, he glanced at the team members who were on guard at various places on the roof.
"Be on guard for the 'Gray Hill' gathering in the distance. Four teams are enough for this kind of thing. Why do you need us to be on standby here for support? I really don't understand why so many people are necessary?"
Gregor's tone was somewhat complaining, and Elena, who was not far from him, spoke up.
"After all, these are special times, and the people in the Holy Communion have been active. It's normal for the director to be worried about accidents and send more people."
"The Holy Communion...some of them were in that gathering for a long time, but we could only monitor them remotely to prevent unexpected situations. We couldn't go in and search and catch them. I really don't understand." Gregor continued to complain, while Elena sighed and spoke.
"We can't do anything about it. After all, we have an agreement with 'Gray Hill'. He is willing to reveal some dangerous information collected during rallies. We cannot interfere with his rallies openly. He doesn't want others to think he is a dog of the authorities."
"You know... if this gathering of 'Grayhill' is gone, there will only be a bunch of smaller gatherings in Igwinter that are even more out of control. Not only will we lose a window to monitor the secret world of Igwinter, but if 'Grayhill' gets angry, we will also face the dilemma of equipment shortage."
After listening to Elena's words, Greg couldn't help but smile bitterly, then he lit a cigarette, took a puff and continued.
"Heh...what's that saying? No matter who you are, don't offend the 'craftsman'..."
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Darkwater Alley is an alley located in the lower city of Igwynt. It is quite far away from the normal city streets. One needs to turn into the alley and then make several turns to get here. It is a place that is difficult for non-locals to find. It is a dark corner forgotten by the city.
In the dark alley, a figure in a grey cloak and grey hood was walking quickly. There were towering walls on both sides of him, and the gap between the two walls was no more than three meters. The wall surface was mottled and peeling. The narrow strip of sky above the alley was full of clothes hanging on the clotheslines. The light was dim and the air was humid all around. The pungent smell of the stinking ditch was everywhere, and the sound of running water could be heard under the stone slabs under his feet.
In this dark and deserted alley, the man covered by the gray cloak continued to move forward until he came to a small wooden door and stopped. After looking around, he began to knock on the door.
Knock three times on the top, knock four times on the bottom, and after a pause, knock twice more on the top.
Then the door opened, and a man in a gray cloak walked in, and then the door closed tightly again.
At this moment, on a clothesline in the alley, a crow was staring at the wooden door, and it saw everything that had just happened.
"Up three, down four, stop..."
Standing on a rooftop, Dorothy, dressed in a black cloak, recalled the information sent back by the crow doll and summarized it.
This was the seventh initiate she had monitored, and they all knocked on the door in exactly the same way.
"Almost, we can confirm the code..."
Muttering softly, Dorothy pulled the black cloth around her neck to cover her face, then turned and went downstairs. Soon she appeared at the entrance of Darkwater Alley.
Wearing a cloak and a mask, Dorothy walked directly into the alley and walked all the way to the wooden door. She paused in front of the door for a moment, and then began to knock on the door like the people she had just observed, three up, four down, and then stop...
Then Dorothy took a step back, and after holding her breath for a moment, the wooden door creaked open.
Without hesitation, Dorothy stepped forward and entered the door. The tall guard with a wooden mask behind the door showed a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw the person who walked in, but he didn't care and closed the wooden door.
After Dorothy entered the door, what appeared before her was not a spacious space, but a staircase that went down all the way. Dorothy walked down without hesitation, and after a while she came to a spacious basement.
The light in the basement was dim, with only a few gas lamps hanging from the ceiling. The surrounding walls were made of large stone bricks without any decoration.
In the center of the basement was a round table, around which sat about a dozen people. Everyone was dressed almost the same, wearing cloaks and masked hoods, but in different colors. Some were wearing masks over casual clothes. It was obvious that no one who came here was willing to reveal their identity.
"Hey guys, everyone has similar taste in clothes. I think my outfit fits in perfectly with the style..."
As Dorothy thought about this, she walked towards the round table, found an empty seat and sat down directly. The people on both sides of her glanced at Dorothy and there was no other reaction.
'It looks like a broad and loose gathering. There is no membership system. Anyone who knows some secrets and gets the password can join. It's not an organization, at most it's a trading market...' Dorothy thought as she watched her friends take their seats.
In this way, Dorothy sat in her seat and silently waited for the meeting to officially begin. Only a few people sitting next to each other at the round table in the basement were whispering to each other. The surrounding environment was quiet and depressing.
Dorothy waited for a while, and after two or three more people sat down at the table, the meeting finally showed signs of beginning.
With a sound, a door in the basement opened, and four knights in full gray-white plate armor walked out of it in an orderly manner, wearing helmets and armor, with swords at their waists. Their movements were in unison, and their steps were completely consistent. The heavy armor stepped on the ground in a rhythmic and orderly manner. The "clicking" sound of their footsteps echoed in the small space, giving people a sense of oppression.
Four knights then walked to the four sides of the round table and stopped, surrounding the round table with their swords held in hand. After the knights, a figure wearing a gray-white robe and a stone mask on his head walked into the scene. This figure walked slowly to a high-backed main seat at the northern end of the round table and sat down there.
When that figure sat down, the figures on the round table stood up together, put their hands on their chests and bowed slightly.
"Mr. Huiqiu..."
Seeing the actions of the people around her, Dorothy quickly stood up and saluted, and then she thought to herself.
"Is this Huiqiu? He seems to be someone that even the Security Bureau has to respect..."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Huiqiu waved his hand and asked everyone to sit down. After the stone-carved, mouthless mask looked around, a deep male voice rang out from it.
"Let's get started..."
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