Chapter 84 83. Our Own People
Under the scorching sun at noon, the battlements of Norwed faded to grayish white under the strong light, and only the shadows still retained the coldness of the bluestone.
The iron-clad city gate was wide open, and four guards were checking people entering the city in the shadow of the city wall.
There were already quite a lot of people in this area, and Dylan was finally allowed to put on his clothes.
But at this moment, looking at the city gate from afar, Dylan's face did not look very good.
He just received a reminder from the boss: "There is a magic circle in operation at the city gate."
The magic circle placed at the city gate is probably some kind of low-level detection magic, no matter how you look at it.
Although it is low-level, it is definitely more than enough to deal with low-level [Mimicry] like myself.
The magic circle consumes a lot of energy to keep it open. When did these nobles become so willing to spend money?
After leaving the dungeon, I was in a hurry to continue my journey and didn't ask for any news.
I don’t know if something happened recently that I don’t know about?
In short, we can’t enter the city.
Glancing at the businessman beside him whose name he had forgotten, Dylan made up an excuse:
"It's safe here. I have other things to do, so I won't go into the city with you."
The businessman seemed a little surprised: "Mr. Dylan, what's the matter? I want to thank you after we get to the city."
Dylan didn't even bother to make up a reason. He just waved his hand, turned his horse around and left.
"Isn't Mr. Dylan afraid to enter the city?"
Reining his horse and turning back, Dylan stared at the merchant.
What's the meaning?
Exposed?
Dylan even began to think about the consequences of killing someone to silence them.
The merchant seemed not to notice Dylan's strange behavior and continued, "Are you afraid that I am too kind and will delay your journey?"
His knuckles were stretched blue and white on the reins. After a while, Dylan said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Just kidding. I do have other things to do, so I won't waste time here."
After saying this, he pulled the reins and rode away as if fleeing.
The businessman narrowed his eyes and stared at Dylan's departing back.
After Dylan rode along the path for a long time, he could no longer see the city wall, and gradually he could no longer see passers-by around him.
However, when he turned around, he saw that familiar figure.
That businessman actually followed me! ?
At this point, Dylan realized that something was wrong with the businessman, but he couldn't figure out his purpose.
If my disguise was discovered by accident, I should ask the guards to catch me, right?
Why do you want to follow me alone? Aren’t you afraid of being silenced?
There must be something wrong when things are abnormal, and Dylan doesn't want to meet him at all.
So they continued running until the sun was about to set and the horse was exhausted, panting.
I looked back and finally I couldn't see the businessman anymore.
But he was still not at ease, so Dylan led the horse and went into the woods by the roadside.
Dylan didn't stop until he could no longer see the road.
Just as Dylan was about to take the luggage off the horse, a small stone flew over and hit Dylan directly in the face.
Regardless of the failure of [Mimicry], Dylan turned around and looked at the businessman who had caught up with him again, and felt a chill down his spine.
This is definitely not an ordinary businessman!
Only the backpack on the ground could bring him some comfort.
But why hasn’t the boss taken action yet?
Do I have to play a round myself first?
Dylan drew his sword, and just when everyone thought there would be a fierce battle.
"As expected!" The businessman looked at Dylan's face, his voice full of joy, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, we are one family!"
Then Dylan saw that the businessman's head was gradually deforming like a water balloon.
It changed into several different faces in succession, even Dylan's face.
After the transformation, the merchant smiled and said, "Now you understand, right?"
What do you know?
Do you know you're a monster?
Wait, our own people?
Dylan touched his green face covered with mycelium, thinking deeply.
When the merchant saw him like this, he thought that he finally understood, so he found a rock and sat down.
"Oh, it's so rare to meet one of our own in a shabby place like this."
The businessman now looked relaxed and his sitting posture was very casual, without any of the pretentiousness he had before.
"Nice to meet you again. My name is Chloro. What's your name?"
Seeing him like this, Dylan temporarily gave up his plan to take action and just put his backpack back on.
"Dylan."
"Brother, you are a parasitic type, right? I have seen it before. I asked for your real name, not the name of this body."
"Dylan..."
"Okay, okay," Chloro said helplessly, "Brother, you are not very good at disguising yourself, but I didn't expect you to be so tight-lipped."
"Where are the flaws in my disguise?" This is exactly what Dylan wanted to know. There is still a long way to go. If anyone can see through his disguise, how can he go on!
"Brother, not to mention that your mimicry will fail once you are hurt, it is definitely not more than level five. Just say that your behavior is - too weird!"
Chloro came to Dylan, patted him on the shoulder, and looked like he was teaching a junior with earnest words.
"How can someone run naked on a horse in broad daylight?
I doubted you the first time I saw you!
When you saw the city gate later, did you notice their detection array?
The way you ran away was so obvious when you left. You showed such a big flaw after I tested you. What did you teach them?"
"teach?"
Dylan thought about what the boss had said:
"Okay, you already look pretty human, so it should be fine."
Chloro took a deep breath. "So tricky? No acting training? No anti-reconnaissance teaching? Just let you use low-level mimicry to go behind enemy lines? Who are you from? Aren't you just asking for your death?"
“Which one…”
Seeing that Dylan was about to remain silent again, Chloro just felt a little impressed.
“I understand, I understand, I can’t disclose it casually.
But brother, Brother Dylan, you have to know that loyalty alone can't get anything done.
As spies, we rely on our ability to react and adapt to circumstances on the spot.
They sent you here without teaching you anything, which is too immoral even by our demon clan standards."
After saying that, Chrollo rubbed his chin and began to think, glancing at Dylan from time to time, his eyes full of sympathy and memories.
Dylan didn't know what to say at all, and the scene fell silent for a while.
And in the fungus network.
"Boss! What should we do?"
"What should I do? Isn't this good?"
At first, Lin Jun thought that the shapeshifter wanted to find out Dylan's background and then disguise himself as him, but she didn't expect it to develop like this.
"But I'm not a demon spy!"
"But you are a spy of the Mushroom Tribe, so it's almost the same if you round it up."
“…”
Dylan recalled his experience after being parasitized.
Help the boss to get information about humans, spread "strategies", write wooden signs to lure adventurers, and help the boss communicate with the pro-mushroom forces among humans...
It seems like he really is a spy!
On the other side, Chloro seemed to have thought of something.
“Brother Dylan, I know you’re still a little wary of me.
But it's rare to meet a junior like you in this area, and I can't bear to watch you die.
It just so happens that I don’t have any tasks at the moment, so it’s no problem for me to walk with you for a while and teach you.”
Dylan looked at Chloro in disbelief.
Are all you demons so kind-hearted?
Chloro completely understood Dylan's suspicion and was not in a hurry.
Like a friend, he sat down next to Dylan, took the pot and took two sips. He was thirsty after talking so much.
This time, when he was closer, Dylan noticed that the pot actually contained magic potion...
(End of this chapter)
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