Duke of Ravenholdt

Thinking of the purpose of this trip, Roderick asked directly, "The Syndicate leader's head. How much to get it done within three months?"

"This matter, Sir Roderick. We currently provide more intelligence services and do not offer such direct assassination services for the time being." The Duke of Ravenholdt was clearly unaccustomed to Roderick's bluntness, and his tone became somewhat hurried.

"Then let me put it another way. Who is the Syndicate leader? Where is he hiding now? I can handle it myself." Roderick hated the evasive attitude of intelligence brokers.

"As for who the Syndicate leader is, we have also been trying to uncover his true identity. But I'm sorry, we do not have any concrete information at present." The other party was still brushing him off.

Roderick knew Ravenholdt would have difficulty meeting those demands. But that was one of his purposes. "Then one last matter. Can you contact someone from the Syndicate? I mean someone with a certain standing, not ordinary bandits."

The masked Duke of Ravenholdt finally sounded more relaxed. "That sort of thing is naturally not a problem." Changing the subject, he asked, "May I ask what Knight Roderick thinks of an organization like Ravenholdt?"

"An organization that has shown goodwill toward the survivors of Lordaeron and extended a helping hand. Personally, I am very grateful to Duke Ravenholdt and Mister Antoine. He has done very well." They had provided him with the intelligence support he had lacked most in the early stages.

Antoine had also diligently completed the work assigned to him. By now, some of the Southshore intelligence agents he had trained had been dispatched to surrounding areas for basic warning and reconnaissance. Roderick did not dislike their secret organization.

"Thank you very much for your understanding. Many people see us as murderous