With a thud, a small pebble suddenly hit his feet, and at the same time, a deep voice came from the darkness outside the corridor. "Uther."
"Who are you? My name isn't Uther," Unas replied in a low voice.
Is this guy one of Whitemane's henchmen? He actually got my name wrong! What an idiot! Are there that many people in the world named Uther?
At the same time, he felt a little uncomfortable. What was supposed to be a secret rendezvous between him and the silver-haired female Priest had been disrupted by a third party.
"Uther," the other person called softly again.
"I already told you my name isn't Uther," Unas said, speechless at this idiot. "Who are you? Your name is Whitemane."
"Idiot!" A female voice suddenly appeared in the same spot as the other person; it was Whitemane's voice.
"So you were here. Why weren't you saying anything?" Unas was both amused and exasperated. What on earth was this woman up to?
"This way, you come down first!" A white light suddenly flashed in the darkness on the left.
Unas followed Whitemane's instructions and slowly moved toward the direction where the white light appeared. After taking a dozen steps, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm, and a familiar fragrance wafted over, letting him know that the silver-haired prosecutor had arrived.
"Follow me." Whitemane pulled him along the path between the tombstones with incredible speed; this woman seemed oblivious to the darkness.
"Where's your subordinate?" Unas only heard the footsteps of the two men. Where was the guy who got his name wrong?
With a "pfft," the woman actually laughed. Unas felt his arm tighten, and the silver-haired prosecutor beside him stopped in his tracks. "What subordinates? It's always just me."
"Someone called me Uther just now, didn't you hear me..." Unas suddenly realized, "So that person was you pretending?"
Unas was completely fooled by the silver-haired prosecutor's voice-changing skills. But why was this woman toying with him like this?
Why did you switch to a male voice and deliberately call me Uther by the wrong name?
Whitemane replied irrelevantly, "You should know the damage this secret operation would do to our reputations if it were exposed, so secrecy is of paramount importance."
"Of course, I will never tell a third person about this," Unas quickly declared his determination.
"How could I be sure it was you in the dark with your hood up and head down? What if someone was impersonating you? If I called you by your name, I'd give them something to talk about," Whitemane's voice grew louder and louder. "And you, you just blurted out my name to a stranger! If someone's setting you up, you'd be giving me away right there and then. What an idiot!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down," Unas almost covered her mouth, but thankfully stopped in time, otherwise he would have been mistaken for a pervert again. "So you call me Uther?"
"Yes, I just thought of this name on the spur of the moment, so I used it. Uther will be your secret code name." Whitemane realized he was getting a little emotional and quickly calmed down, lowering his voice.
"To name me after the First Paladin is the greatest compliment I can receive. Thank you." Unas thought to himself, secretly pleased.
"Who flattered you? You and Uther only have one thing in common, have you forgotten?"
Great, devout, noble, just, valiant... Unas couldn't think of anything he and Uther had in common, so he resorted to his old joke, "Hmm... we both have the surname Uther?"
"Looks like I really misunderstood you before; you do have amnesia," the joke failed to amuse Whitemane, who revealed the answer with a smirk, "It's Resurrection."
"I originally thought that if I said 'Uther,' you would reply with 'Resurrection.' These two related terms are keywords we both know and can be used as a basic code word, so there's no need to agree on them beforehand. I didn't expect you, you idiot, to be completely clueless. It's infuriating!"
This is ridiculous. I'm not an intelligence officer; why would I have so many hidden agendas? Why would I suddenly have to play a spy game with you?
"Who would impersonate me? If someone knows our plan, they can just arrest us and that's it. Why go through all this trouble?"
"I'm worried that the executioners might not have done a clean job, and there's a possibility they've left behind some traces that could be traced back," Whitemane's voice became somewhat strained again. "As for arresting us, without sufficient evidence, who would dare to arrest me directly!?"
The female dragon's aura was overwhelming, Unas understood immediately. He had almost forgotten that the silver-haired Priest was the adopted daughter of the Mograine family. With the Ashbringer, whose power was at its zenith, backing her up, no one dared to touch her easily.
He was somewhat persuaded by Whitemane; it was never wrong to be cautious. He never expected to lose to a woman in a matter of reason—what a disgrace to a man!
Unas could only lower his head and change the subject. "My codename is Uther, what's yours?"
"Shar, I suppose," Whitemane replied casually. "From now on, to be on the safe side, we'll use each other's code names for our private conversations, even if they're just the two of us."
"Unas and Sally, Uther and Shar," Unas muttered a few names, "They rhyme, but won't they be too easy to figure out?"
"It's alright. Apart from your rather unusual name 'Unas,' the other names are quite common, especially 'Uther.' Ever since the Lightbringer became famous, this name has gradually become the first choice for parents naming their boys."
"Alright, Shar, how much longer until we get there?"
"It'll be soon, Uther, it'll be soon."
Whitemane led him through the cemetery, making all sorts of turns and saying they were almost there, but that wasn't actually the case at all. Unas even began to suspect that the woman was deliberately taking a roundabout route, perhaps to prevent him from finding out the exact location where the criminal was being held.
"We're here." After driving around for about half an hour, Whitemane finally stopped. She raised her arm, whistled, and a black bird flapped its wings and landed on her arm from the dark sky.
The silver-haired Priest took out a small bag of beans and gave it to the bird, gently stroking its head. "Little one, I'll need your help later, go on your way."
She slightly shook her arm, and the black bird flapped its wings and flew away. Unas asked curiously, "What's that bird for?"
"Why do you think I can move freely in the dark?" Whitemane countered.
Unas shook her head. Could it be that this black bird was guiding her?
"You didn't even know that? Oh, sorry, I forgot you have amnesia," Whitemane said sarcastically. "Did you catch this amnesia from me too?"
Seeing that Unas genuinely didn't know, Whitemane explained, "Mind Vision, a minor spell that allows me to share the target's vision. While Nightingale's night vision isn't great, it's enough to let me see where I'm going."
Unas had never played Priest before and was unfamiliar with the class's skills. Hunters also had a similar skill, "Beast's Eye," which allowed them to share their pet's vision. It sounded like Mind Vision would be great for spying, no wonder he was known as a "dirty priest."