Rhode Island Park Project

She didn't know whether this path full of strangeness could be considered self-deception, but she was refusing to think of any other path.

She longed for atonement and repentance, but the man's inactivity only made her sink deeper into her sins and more eager for atrocities to be inflicted on her.

This was her first attempt to indulge in her weak self-deception, but this time, she never got the response and comfort she expected.

But now, this road seems to have been extended to a place where there is no turning back.

Had he really been seen through? By this demon who could see through people's hearts.

A flash of enlightenment passed through Golding's mind, but her body had already sat on the seat next to Askalon.

If sacrificing oneself can really bring such a beautiful scene, then being deceived and seen through doesn't matter, right?

If there really is a problem, perhaps instead of feeling powerless standing outside the problem, choosing to penetrate the enemy's interior, delve into this dark abyss, and get to know this man better will be a more effective way to solve the problem.

And now,

Regardless of the problems that have not yet occurred, for the sake of everyone's ideals——

It's time for her to show her value.

Suddenly, she heard the man's whisper close to her, a warm whisper:

"Is it also for my ideal?"

"..."

Chapter 265: Dark Golding, Spreader of Dark Knowledge, Constructing Confession...

Full title: Dark Golding, the disseminator of dark knowledge, the devout believer in repentance and redemption, makes a grand appearance!

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"...What's going on?"

In the simple apartment, Mr. Mustache was sitting on an ordinary fabric sofa, anxiously waiting with his fingers crossed. Finally, the man in the gray hat appeared.

“Two of our disguised bases have been cleared out, and we need to get out of here as soon as possible.

Shi Huaiya's men are mobilizing their forces, and our people saw the figure of Rhodes Island's "Steam Knight".

Shi Huaiya has remained calm until now, and it seems they have finally waited for the opportunity to make their first attempt."

The man in the gray hat spoke very quickly. While he was speaking, he even grabbed the man with a mustache who was still sitting and hurried to the inside of the apartment.

Infected by the atmosphere of the gray hat and seeing the gray hat in such a hurry for the first time, Mr. Moustache's expression also became flustered.

"Steam Knight?! You, you said you would protect me. You said those were just knockoffs. The Duke of Caister's gray hat shouldn't be able to deal with that kind of thing!"

“Of course we will protect you, Mr. Dukakis.

Shi Huaiya's efficiency is indeed somewhat unexpected. They probably have some capable people over there, but you have to believe—

Even a true Steam Knight might not be able to find us in the shadows."

The man in the gray hat dragged the man with the mustache down from the balcony facing the alley. As he fell, his figure quickly became indistinguishable.

In the blink of an eye, the deserted alley was still as peaceful as before.

Unpleasant little animals rummaged through the trash cans in the alleys, searching for food, and autumn leaves fell...

At some point, the silence in the alley that lasted for about an hour was suddenly broken by a muffled sound.

"Bam—!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Confirmed no one is there!!"

The loud noise scared away the small animals in the trash can, and a moment later, two women stood on the balcony above the alley.

"It looks like he escaped from this side... Judging from the traces left, it's probably been some time."

Askalon looked toward the shadows in the alley.

For some strong guys, one hour is enough to run several city districts.

Of course, Shi Huaiya's family's spies are now spread all over the city. When their movements are blocked, the other party's actual range of movement should be only one or two urban areas.

But even so, it is still a large range.

"But this time, they've revealed signs of our true target. If we can catch them this time, we'll have truly found who we're looking for."

Ascalon looked at Golding, who was flipping through a notebook with colorful bookmarks on the side.

"Affordable apartment, two rows away from the main road, not a crowded area. The distance between the two camouflage bases is... angle... building newspapers... water and electricity... There's no record of going out to buy food or takeout. All the food was pre-stocked...

From the food consumption and water and electricity matching, it was confirmed that only one person was using these...

The water consumption record shows that you should brush your teeth three times a day, morning, noon, and evening. The times are...

Bath time is very short, the food tastes more like pizza, and judging by the electricity chart, the heating time habit should be..."

Ascalon watched Golding, who kept asking for information from the soldiers searching the house, writing and drawing in his notebook, and seemed to have even made a few calculations. For the first time, he felt a special awe for people like teachers and scholars.

She had to admit that she had previously underestimated this toy-like woman that Luo Hang was carrying.

According to Luo Hang, Goldin provided a large amount of long-term intelligence support to the Self-Defense Army in Londinium, and he single-handedly deduced the strongholds of most of the Self-Defense Army based on the small amount of information exchanged during intelligence exchanges. Therefore, this action may play a very valuable role, so let them act together.

Originally, she didn't care much about this teacher who looked no different from a vase. Luo Hang asked her to carry a burden, which was just a minor inconvenience for her. Besides, there were four armored knights who could help look after her.

However, what happened next was beyond her understanding.

Golding spent two days not only organizing the information given to them by Shi Huaiya's family, but also asked for a large mountain of documents. He worked all night for two nights to organize them all in a notebook.

It was the first time that Ascalon had seen someone who could read books and materials so quickly and efficiently.

Originally, she was browsing the information quickly with the mentality of a professional, but when she turned around, she found that this teacher looked like a monster.

She only remembered her expression at that time. Luo Hang seemed to laugh out loud, but now she just wanted to know if all scholars and teachers were like this?

Not only can you flip through the information very quickly, but you can also find similar, related, and useful parts from so much information, and then build a model map?

As an assassin, she originally thought that her ability to collect and organize intelligence was pretty good...but what were these things?

"Have someone monitor the water and electricity consumption of all areas in the city. Please report any that meet the standards or are similar to the target to me immediately. I've also listed some areas that require the end point's attention."

"It's not just this urban area, it's the two surrounding urban areas."

Askalon interjected.

Golding obviously did not have sufficient understanding of the operational capabilities of an elite agent under the Grand Duke, and only at this time could she regain some sense of reality as a professional.

"I can continue following the traces for a distance and roughly determine the more likely direction. Then I can prioritize investigating the data there."

"Then leave it to you."

Golding nodded.

The water and electricity usage data for several urban areas is not a small number, so it would be great if the scope could be narrowed down.

Without saying anything more, Ascalon turned over and jumped off the balcony.

The two of them had been working together for a week. She had witnessed firsthand how Golding had traced the enemy's possible base from the initially clueless information, and then peeled back the clues step by step until he finally found the final target.

Although she assisted and the Shi Huaiya family provided full support, Golding's own abilities were also fully demonstrated.

She has already developed some initial trust in her new partner.

Standing on the balcony surrounded by a group of people, Golding closed the notebook in his hand, turned calmly and walked towards the path made clear by the crowd.

She was indeed just an ordinary teacher, but four years of life that was not a war but worse than a war was enough to change anyone.

Others only knew that she had determined the layout of the Self-Defense Army's base based on a small amount of information from the Self-Defense Army, but no one knew how she did it.

As a teacher, she is indeed born with a sensitivity to words and information. This talent has created her love and attainments in literature, but it has also made her hate herself for the results of her careless actions.

But now, perhaps God has given her the opportunity to use this talent in a truly valuable direction, just like atonement, replacing past mistakes with redemption.

So… she won’t be slacking off.

The person standing here now is not Teacher Golding, but Golding, one of the intelligence cores of the outer area of ​​the Londinium Self-Defense Army.

"..."

Sitting in the car surrounded by layers of guards, Golding looked out the window at the supermarket with the sign "Sold Out" and the deserted streets, and closed his eyes silently.

This time, her path would not be wrong.

……

A small villa somewhere.

"No one is chasing us."

The man in the gray top hat with a mustache who entered the room observed his surroundings cautiously for a while before finally moving his eyes away from the window.

The man with a small moustache, who had been dragged all the way by the gray hat, collapsed on the ground with a pale face, as if he had ridden several roller coasters. He was holding the trash can and making a series of indescribable sounds.

The man in the gray hat pulled the curtains straight down.

"We will stay here for one night. Our people will arrange a way to leave the city as soon as possible."

"and many more--"

Hearing this, Mr. Mustache didn't even care about his nausea and quickly raised his head. "Leaving here? You didn't tell me such a thing! If I leave the city, how can I stay in touch with others?! How can I keep an eye on the situation in time?!"

Looking at the gentleman with a mustache holding a messy trash can in his arms and spitting all over his body, the man in the gray top hat took a step back.

“We will prepare encrypted communicators and messengers. Although there may still be some impact, it is better than being caught by Shi Huaiya.

We have been exposed, and until we are certain that all traces have been eliminated, the risk of remaining in this city will be many times higher than originally anticipated."

As a famous secret service under the Duke of Caster, the Grey Hats acted with extreme caution.

But Mr. Moustache couldn't accept it so easily.

"I accepted your promises time and time again, but not to watch you make me give up everything step by step!!"

Mr. Mustache hugged the trash can and roared, "I followed you to live in this shitty room, wandered through filthy alleys and sewers, and ate food that tasted like pig food all day long, and now you want me to abandon my own city?!"

Terra's poor infrastructure means that once you leave the city, the communication environment becomes extremely poor.

Although long-distance communication can still be carried out through professional equipment, both security and equipment efficiency limitations will have a huge impact.

The most important thing is that if he is not in the city, the morale of his subordinates or allies will be unstable, and he will not even have the opportunity to step forward and change things.

The man in the gray hat frowned imperceptibly.

"Mr. Dukakis, we don't want to see the current situation either, but having come to this point, neither you nor I have any other choice."

"..."

The pale face of the man with the mustache turned a little paler.

Yes, at this point, no matter how bad the situation is, it is better than falling into the hands of that old and sick tiger.

He just didn't expect that the famous Castle's gray hat would be so useless.

"I'm going to go wash my face... Also, you're not going to tell me that the food you stored in this house is still the same stuff, right?"

“The taste might be different.”

"/*Victoria swear*/"

Mr. Moustache cursed, propped himself up, left the trash can and staggered out of the room.

He didn't really like pizza at all, but it was the only thing that had some sort of passable ingredient that made it a little better than the other awful things.

The first thing he did was go to the bathroom and brush his teeth and wash his face vigorously. Then he once again chose one of those awful packaged ones and put it in the microwave.

On the other side, the man in the gray hat, after seeing that Mr. Moustache's life had returned to normal, also disappeared from the room and returned to the perimeter for alert.

This small villa was also arranged by them long ago. Because the villa areas are separated by a certain distance from each other, there are not too many people around. There are many rich people who buy villas and leave them there, waiting to use them when they think of them, so it is not eye-catching at all when someone suddenly moves in.

As for those low-rent areas where there is a mix of good and bad people, facing the real local tyrants is really a place where you will seek your own death.