Because he had lowered his head, Shade's face was hidden in shadow. The fountain pen in his hand could not be opened casually. Once it had been opened, it would be absolutely impossible to restore it.
He currently had two tasks: one was to deliver this thing to Kasonlik's Gray Gloves intelligence network, and the other was to report the matter to Military Intelligence Section Six. But before deciding which task to do, or whether to do neither, Shade wanted to first see exactly what intelligence he had obtained.
With a gentle pull, he removed the cap, and the twisted, broken wire immediately drooped out. Shade carefully removed the narrow strip of paper inside. This time, the contents were not numbers, but directly readable Delarion Language:
On the last day of this month, your goods will be in the warehouse with the red doorplate on Punjab Avenue, Middhir Fort City.
Shade narrowed his eyes.
"Military Intelligence Section Six's intelligence was wrong. The Sete Duchy doesn't intend to side with the Kassenric United Kingdom. The Sete Duchy is helping transport a batch of sensitive goods."
Any goods involved in a mission important enough for Kassenric to deploy the senior spy Gray-headed Eagle could not possibly be ordinary. Although Shade did not know exactly what they were, the intelligence in his hands was clearly of great value.
Middhir Fort City bordered the Sete Duchy. As an important transportation hub city on the eastern border between the two nations, everything made sense.
So, which task would you do?
She asked with a laugh beside his ear.
Shade considered it, stuffed the paper strip back into the pen cap, then snapped the cap shut. He took a deep breath, and with his inhalation, invisible currents of air flew from the pen in his hand.