The Journey of the Demon Hunter

He controlled the tone and kept it as peaceful as possible. The agents in front of them are not like minions controlled by demons. They are very likely to be working for MI7. Maybe this is the breakthrough point for Zelin to find what happened in MI7.

"Don't pretend! You disguised as Amber in the Westfall, killed our agent, and then became another person, trying to deceive us!" Smith looked a little excited. "Do you want to kill us now, and then pretend to be a new one? No, everyone else will know what happened here, and they will kill you! Other agents in the city will immediately give it to Stormwind City when they know that we have not returned. Send a message that more and stronger assassins will come and take your life!"

Zelin sighed lightly. "When I talked with Anbo, Anbo was not as excited as you. Well, I know I can't make you believe me right away, but I can find a way to prove my innocence... Well, you understand the military situation. The structure of the Seventh Division, right? I don't think a demon would know the structure of the MI7 Headquarters."

In Smith's scrutiny eyes, Zelin recounted all the situations he had seen in MI7. Including the headquarters structure, internal environment, more details, and many of the names of MI7 members, as well as his work for Anduin during that time.

After Zelin finished speaking, Smith was silent for a few seconds before speaking again: "You may have learned all this from other murdered agents, if you kill An Bo before..."

"I never knew who actually said I killed An Bo." Zelin accentuated the accent and unceremoniously interrupted Smith's words. He stretched out a finger: "Listen well, I have always been curious, why did the MI7's attitude towards me change from cooperation to hostility less than two months after I left Stormwind? Two months ago I grabbed a demon minion. You must have heard of this. Captain Marragan was arrested together with His Royal Highness. After leaving, now MI7 turned over to assassinate me?"

"How did you know the letter we left?" Smith asked. "The contact signal is only an agent from MI7..."

Suddenly, he bit his tongue and closed his mouth tightly.

"I told you that I used to work at MI7. Do I think that I learned the MI7 contact signal this way? No, I didn't find it." Zelin shook his head. This is a good sign, as long as the agent is willing to speak, he has a way to guide the other party and let him reveal more information. If the agent in front of him didn't say a word, Zelin might be really helpless. It is impossible for him to kill them, especially when these two people may have been used: "It was Anbo who discovered the message you left."

Smith looked at Zelin in disbelief.

"Who are you talking about?"

"An Bo, she is with me."

Smith looked up and down Zelin. "...You were deceived, werewolf. My colleague said that you were deceived by the demon who became Anbo, and that demon is using your sympathy. I thought it was the demon who turned into you to deal with it. The agent who chased him, and then turned into Anbo and spread lies. Did she trick you to come here? This is a trap. She didn't dare to come, so she tricked you into the trap. We must catch her, Don't let her continue to harm Azeroth."

"No, I took the initiative to come, because An Bo, who is with me, has reason to prove that she is real." Zelin wiped the corner of his forehead. "I'm here just to prove who your words and Anbo's words are correct."

Zelin tried his best to make his words sound objective and neutral, and here is more to make others believe him.

"How to do it?"

"As far as I know... the best way to resolve the misunderstanding is to meet each other."

"That demon..."

"...It is best to have a strong notary public who has enough strength to protect the safety of one party when one party is exposed."

"Who?"

"Kare of the Kirin Tor Council, maybe there are other members." Zelin paused. He was facing an alliance member, so it's better to find a notary from the alliance. "And Tess Greymane, Princess of Gilneas. Do you think this is enough?"

Chapter 2140 The Council of the Uncrowned

"...Do you know them?"

Smith asked incredulously. "How is it possible?"

"You think there are many things that are impossible. For example, why I am different from what you planned. I am not a demon spy." Zelin walked behind Smith and cut the rope that bound his wrist with a knife. "If you can calm down at first, we can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Smith doesn't have any weapons. If he wants to escape or make irrational behavior, Zelin is sure to subdue the opponent in the shortest time.

Smith looked down and watched Zelin untie the rope. He moved his red-marked wrist: "What are you going to do?"

"I have two suggestions, you choose." Zelin walked up to Smith and stretched out two fingers. "First, you are waiting here, watching your companion wake up. Then I went to inform other people and Anbo, and finally I came here to find you and tell you where we are going to meet. Second, I will be with you Stay and wait until your companion wakes up, and I will go with you to meet other people."

"You...are you willing to leave us here alone?" Smith asked rhetorically. "What if we run away after Jones wakes up?"

"I have no loss, you are the one who lost." Zelin nodded Smith's chest. "You will lose an opportunity to discover the truth, Agent. The choice is yours, what do you plan to do?"

Smith hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his head, his eyes firm.

"You go first." His gaze glanced at Jones, then quickly returned to Zelin. "I will stay as agreed until Jones recovers and wait until you come back to inform us of the meeting place."

Zelin took a deep look at Smith, then turned and jumped into the tunnel leading to the main road. "Your judgment will determine many things, Agent. I won't leave for too long. I'm here waiting for me. If anyone finds trouble with you, I will say that you have something to do with the uncrowned."

"Uncrowned? What is that?" Smith took a step forward and asked. "Are you serving an organization called the Uncrowned?"

"You don't know? Then don't ask, then you will understand what's going on." Zelin didn't want to explain too much, let alone that he was not working for the uncrowned, he was just borrowing their name. "Don't ask too much, the people in the sewer will not trouble you."

Seeing Zelin disappear into the sewer, Smith sighed.

"...You shouldn't be so excited."

Jones' voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and Smith turned his head in surprise. The former moved his shoulders. "Help me untie the rope."

"Are you awake?"

Smith hurriedly walked over and cut the rope with the knife left by Zelin.

"Wake up for a long time." Jones coughed heavily. "I've been pretending to be unconscious, watching this guy secretly. You were too impulsive, I really doubt that he would kill you immediately at that time."

"But he didn't do it." Smith squatted beside Jones. "What do you think? This person?"

"It really doesn't look like a demon. The devil won't talk to you peacefully like this, and you hear him say who can be invited as a notary? The Council of Kirin Tor, or the princess of Greymane. If the Burning Legion is Being able to pretend to be so many people of this level, I don't think there is any need to fight this war." Jones shook his head. "I suspect he is a senior officer in the Royal Grey Guard or Gilneas brigade, otherwise how could he know these people?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Wait." Joneston paused. "Look at what he is going to tell us."

It is not easy to find the trail to the headquarters of the Uncrowned in the sewers. This is a narrow pipe, Zelin can only enter with a bent waist, it is difficult for anyone to associate this with a pedestrian passage.

The two men in black didn't seem to be controlled by the devil, in that case, he had better not have any reservations. Honesty is the easiest way to gain trust, and when they have doubts about Zelin's identity, any concealment may lead to deeper suspicion. What he needs is trust, he needs real clues to infer what is going on. Just like before hunting monsters, if the demon hunters cannot go to the scene where the monsters are infested, they must find witnesses, otherwise wrong inferences may lead to catastrophic consequences.

Not to mention, this matter is not as simple as whether it can kill a monster.

The uncrowned peacekeeper guarding the exit of the sewer glanced at Zelin. After the demon hunter took out the emblem of the uncrowned, the peacekeeper released his hand on the handle of the knife. No one would believe that a group of pirates and thieves gathered to obey the rules obediently, so in the headquarters of the Uncrowned, you can see peacekeepers under the black veil everywhere. It is said that most of them came from the Ravenholdt Manor and were followers of the Duke Ravenholdt, the convener of the Uncrowned, and were responsible for maintaining order at the headquarters.

The meeting room of the uncrowned is not the wooden attic that stands on the pier. Many people will subconsciously think that the uncrowned will discuss important matters in the largest building.

However, as thieves, they never put themselves in a conspicuous position.

Standing in front of the wooden wall on the left side of the attic, Zelin grabbed the torch fixed on the side of the wall, turned it vigorously, and then released it. Accompanied by the faint sound of metal friction, a gap appeared in the middle of the wooden wall, slowly opening to both sides, presenting a ladder leading down. As soon as the stairs opened, an anxious quarrel was faintly heard.

"This is really a **** masterpiece. Before jumping off the ship, we have to figure out who the **** is. You have found a good way, but we have to go to the compass to figure out the **** cross. Where is it painted."

The man with a light brown moustache, wearing a white shirt and a red navy hat, tapped the table with his fisted left hand while talking. "The **** in the old town can always find the hardest trouble at the right time, ha!"

"Who can translate it for me?" Tess Greymane raised her eyebrows while sitting across from the long table with a hint of disdain in her tone. "I don't understand his endless pirate blacks."

"He said that the urgent task now is to find evidence to prove who is the betrayer." Sitting on the back of the chair, Valeira Sagunar calmly translated the words of the pirate admiral, and she lowered her eyes. "He suspects that someone in Stormwind is looking for trouble."

"Speak carefully, stinky girl." Admiral Teseth pointed at the opposite Tess unceremoniously. "Beware I let you walk the plank!"

"Wooden board?" Tess exaggerated, deliberately accentuating her pronunciation.

"Enough! Our guests have arrived." Duke Ravenholdt, sitting at the end of the long table, waved his hand vigorously. "What is provided here is not a place for quarrels. This information is very important. The most important thing is to determine the authenticity of the information. Now, let's see what kind of news our guests have brought."

With that, the four people on the long table looked at Zelin who was standing at the entrance of the hall together with Duke Ravenholdt.