Chapter 209
The success rate of doing this is very high; if things go wrong, it won't be Constantine who falls that day, but rather the Silver Dragon Queen.
But now it's all over; Constantine's head has been cut off by Leon and hung on the border of the Silver Dragon territory.
With only that isolated and helpless undercover agent left in the clan, what did the couple have to fear?
It's just a matter of putting in a little more effort to stage a classic "catching a turtle in a jar" scenario.
When it comes to catching turtles in a jar, the couple is quite adept at it.
After all, it's always the husband catching the wife or the wife catching the husband, they know each other very well~
After a little teasing, Losweiser asked,
"So, do you have any ideas on how to find this undercover agent?"
Leon's eyes flickered slightly. After thinking for a moment, he didn't answer Losweiser directly. Instead, he smiled confidently and asked, "If I said I already know who the undercover agent is, and I'm just one step away from making her obediently admit her identity, would you believe me?"
The Queen frowned slightly and asked suspiciously, "Really?"
"Really, when have I ever lied to you?"
"Ha, haven't you lied to me countless times?"
"Dragon Queen, you must distinguish between a white lie and—"
Losweiser waved her hand, too lazy to listen to his excuses. "Fine, fine, I'm willing to live in your white lies, okay? Tell me, tell me, who do you think the undercover agent is?"
Late at night, in the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, in the maids' rest area.
Shirley vaulted in through the window, her movements swift and her landing silent.
After entering the corridor, Shirley bent down and cautiously looked at both sides of the corridor.
After making sure she had avoided the guards' patrol time, she tiptoed deeper into the maids' rest area.
She was wearing a tight-fitting night outfit that accentuated her graceful figure, and a long brown ponytail swayed back and forth in the moonlight.
Shirley was the Queen's most outstanding vanguard scout among the Silver Dragon Clan, so such infiltration was a piece of cake for her.
By the faint moonlight streaming through the window, Shirley looked at the names on the doors one by one in the maids' lounge.
Finally, at the door of a room, Shirley found the name she was looking for:
Maureen.
An unknown little maid in the maid troupe.
Shirley's relationship with her wasn't particularly good, but it wasn't bad either; they were just nodding acquaintances among colleagues.
Maureen usually calls her Sister Shirley.
That shows respect for one's seniors.
Standing at Maureen's door, Shirley checked again to make sure no one was around before gently knocking.
A muffled thud came from inside the room; clearly, Maureen was still awake.
But she didn't answer immediately. Instead, she waited a few seconds before cautiously asking, "Who is it?"
Shirley lowered her voice, "It's me, Shirley."
Soft footsteps came from inside the door.
Snap—
The door lock clicked, and the door opened inward.
But only a small crack was opened, revealing one side of Maureen's face.
She wasn't particularly beautiful, just average-looking, and her expression seemed a bit tense, not like someone who had just woken up.
Maureen's gaze swept briefly across Shirley's face before she lowered her eyes and asked in a soft voice, "What brings you here so late, Sister Shirley?"
Shirley crossed her arms, her eyes cold, her tone even colder, "Constantine is dead. There's no point in us staying here any longer. Let's escape while there aren't many guards on patrol tonight."
Maureen stiffened slightly, clearly startled by Shirley's sudden remark.
She quickly turned her head away and replied softly, "Sister Shirley, what are you saying? I... I don't understand."
Shirley chuckled. "Didn't Constantine tell you? Heh, but he won't have the chance to say it again. Did you really think that old man would only send you alone to gather intelligence among the Silver Dragon Clan? If you're discovered, you're as good as dead."
Upon hearing this, Maureen bit her lower lip tightly, and her hands, gripping the hem of her skirt, unconsciously clenched into fists.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally mustered her courage and looked up at Shirley. "Sister Shirley, I really don't understand what you're saying. I won't tell anyone what you told me tonight. You can go back now. I... I'm going to sleep."
After saying that, Maureen was about to close the door. Guilt
But Shirley reacted quickly, slapping the door shut. Lin
A loud slap startled Maureen. (Wife)
She shrank back, her voice trembling slightly, "Sister Shirley..."
"I've received word that Losweiser and Leon are about to conduct a thorough investigation of the Silver Dragon Clan from top to bottom. You and I both know the consequences of being discovered as a spy under the Dragon Laws. If we don't leave now, we'll never have another chance."
"I... I..." Maureen hesitated, her eyes filled with panic.
"Tomorrow, first thing tomorrow morning, Anna will urgently question and investigate all the maids and Silver Dragon Guard one by one."
"Maureen, are you sure that all these years, when you've been passing on intelligence, you haven't left a single trace? Are you sure no one will discover it?"
Shirley pressed on, her words quickening, "Even I can't guarantee anything, which is why I'm thinking of running away tonight." (South)
"If we escape, there's still a glimmer of hope. But if we stay here and are discovered, it's certain death. Don't you understand, Maureen?" Jin
"I know you may be hoping for a lucky break, or that if you are discovered, Losweiser will spare your life out of consideration for us. But we can't leave our lives in the hands of so-called luck or other people."
"Our lives... are only truly reliable when they are in our own hands."
After Shirley finished speaking, she raised her hand and firmly placed it on Maureen's shoulder.
"I will wait for you on the back mountain of the Holy Temple. You have ten minutes to think it over. If I don't see you after ten minutes, I will leave on my own. Whether you live or die is up to you."
After saying that, Shirley didn't say anything more, turned around and went back to the corridor, looking out the window again.
The rustling footsteps gradually faded away, Maureen stood at the door of the room, feeling a chill spreading through her body.
That chill came from fear.
Ten minutes later, on the back mountain of the Holy Temple, Shirley, leaning against the cherry blossom tree, finally saw that delicate figure.
Maureen cautiously approached, her tail tip slightly curled up, her eyes warily scanning her surroundings.
She breathed a sigh of relief after getting close to Shirley.
"Have you thought it through?" Shirley asked, arms crossed and head tilted.
"Yes, I've thought it through."
Maureen said, "If I stay here and get discovered, I'll definitely die... Besides, Constantine promised me that if I could successfully eliminate Losweiser, he would give me a portion of the Silver Dragon territory. But now that he's dead, there's no point in me staying here."
Her tone was very flat, and she didn't show any emotion when she mentioned 'getting rid of Losweiser '.
It's as if it's something extremely ordinary, as ordinary as asking, "Have you had breakfast?"
Shirley raised an eyebrow slightly. "How long have you been with Losweiser?"
Maureen thought for a moment, "It's been more than ten years, hasn't it?"
He served a dutiful and fair Queen for over ten years, yet still chose to betray her because of someone else's empty promises.
Shirley didn't think about the question too much.
Anyway, she's already completed her task for tonight.
"Let's go quickly, Sister Shirley. We can talk about this after we leave here." Maureen stepped forward, wanting to pull Shirley away with her.
But Shirley took a step back and shook off Maureen's outstretched hand.
Maureen was slightly taken aback. "Sister Shirley, what's going on...?"
Before the words were even finished, the originally dim night sky was instantly illuminated by several clusters of dragon flames.
Immediately afterwards, several people carrying torches emerged from the cherry blossom grove.
And among those people was Losweiser.
With her silver hair and silver tail, floor-length dress, a cool and indifferent gaze, and an icy face, she exuded the majesty of Queen.
The moment she met those majestic dragon eyes, Maureen's mind went completely blank.
A cold sweat instantly covered my entire body, and my ears were ringing incessantly.
Thump thump—thump thump—
Maureen could hear the muffled thud of her heart beating in her chest.
At this moment, all her senses seemed to be heightened to their limit due to tension, surprise, panic, and fear.
Even the air she inhaled when she breathed seemed to become a knife cutting her lips.
"Rose... Weiser..."
The Moe Wars are coming to an end. There will be a total of seven chapters, and I will start making up for it gradually from next month.
(Because I need to adjust my mindset for the last few days of this month... sigh)
The chill that seeped Maureen the depths of Maureen's soul was like an invisible current, enveloping and stinging every cell of her body, even more biting and bone-chilling than the ice flowers on the morning dew.
Facing the Silver Dragon Queen, Maureen couldn't help but feel utterly powerless and weak.
The Queen's eyes seemed to possess a soul-slicing power; her deep, jewel-like silver pupils, even when obscured by her wind-blown silver hair, still shone with a dazzling, sharp light, revealing an inviolable dignity and strength. Like a snow-capped peak, they were contemplative, austere, and seemingly insurmountable.
Maureen's attempt to back away made her feel pathetic.
Her knees trembled instinctively, as if announcing that the last bit of resistance had been ruthlessly extinguished. The dull leather boots scraped against the gravel, making a faint but helpless sound.
Her survival instinct was ruthlessly crushed by the Queen's aura, leaving her like a fragile snow lotus in the wind, hesitating before the precipice of fate.
At that moment, her movements were stiff and sluggish, as if every string was being pulled taut, like a puppet being tugged in hell. The chains binding her soul seemed to clang at every joint, and the doll's smile had shattered, replaced only by profound sorrow and deathly ashes.
With each step the Queen drew closer, her imposing presence seemed to freeze the air, making Maureen feel as if she were in a graveyard on a winter night, silent and deathly still.
The surrounding flowers had lost their color, appearing only as gray shadows trembling gently in the wind. The Queen's anger, however, was like a star falling from the night sky—terrifying yet irresistible.
She knelt down with a thud.
If she continued to resist, the oppressive force seemed about to break her spine.
She braced herself on the ground with both hands, cold sweat dripping down her nose and chin. She was breathing heavily, her eyes filled with terror.
She seemed to have already foreseen her fate—
No, there's no need to anticipate it.
Ten minutes ago, when Shirley approached her, she made it very clear that the only fate of a traitor is death.
The delicate tips of high heels came into Maureen's view.
She dared not look up; she had so little strength left that even breathing was difficult, let alone raising her head.
The next second, the fabric rustled against her skin, and the Queen in front of her slowly knelt down.
She stretched out her long, slender fingers, hooked Maureen's chin, and forced her to look up at her.
Maureen's teeth were chattering, and her violently trembling pupils looked as if they were about to shatter.
Although the Queen's face remained expressionless, the anger and disappointment in her eyes were unmistakable.
Maureen thought there was some 'confusion' in her eyes.
Betrayed by the maid she'd known for over a decade, wasn't she even a little curious about the reasons behind it?
After a brief moment of self-questioning, Maureen quickly figured out the answer to the question:
There's absolutely no need for the Silver Dragon Queen to know anything about it.
When the truth came out and her identity was exposed, the Queen felt only anger and disappointment towards Maureen.
"What you just did..."