Chapter 1533 - You’re Really An Outstanding Informant…

Chapter 1533: You're Really An Outstanding Informant…

"Hmm?" Irina suddenly stared at Mag, and then at that maiden with furrowed brows.

That maiden looked at Mag's outstretched right hand, and her expression got very agitated. She grabbed Mag's hand and immediately nodded with satisfaction. "Yes! It's this feeling!"

Mag's mouth twitched, and then he quickly asked, "What feeling?"

"The feeling of finding the organization," that maiden replied with conviction.

"Yes. Welcome back." Mag heaved a breath of relief. That's right. That's the right way to conduct a conversation.

"And, the feeling of man." That maiden revealed an impish smile.

Mag quickly retrieved his hand. He took out a Gray Temple amulet and passed it to her. He cleared his throat. "Comrade Old Sim, this is my identity amulet. I wonder if you have received the organization's notice."

"Yes. I already received the organization's notice that told me to give you my full assistance." Old Sim took the amulet and had a closer look. She then looked up at Mag with befuddlement. "Do you have any special request for any position?"

"It's not that kind of position." Mag speechlessly retrieved his amulet, and resignedly said, "There could be people watching us here. Let's go in first."

"Yes, yes, yes. Please come in." Old Sim nodded and stepped aside to let Mag go in.

Mag looked up and nodded at Irina, using his gaze to show her that everything was under his control, and he would explain to her later before he entered the courtyard.

After entering, the aroma of alcohol greeted his nose. The buildings on both sides of the yard should be wine cellars.

There were some dresses and skirts hanging in the yard, and a cute swing was set in the corner. Feminine decorations and ornaments could be seen everywhere.

Mag suddenly realized why Irina was making those comments.

Indeed, it was already a miracle that she didn't kill him on the spot.

Old Sim closed the door, dashed over to Mag, and expectantly asked, "Did the organization give me a special assignment? I've already waited 10 years for this day. I am willing to give up everything for the organization, including my life!"

Mag wasn't in a hurry to tell Old Sim the mission, and instead he doubtfully asked, "Miss Old Sim, are you the best brewer in the Falk Tribe?"

This maiden only looked to be around 23 or 24 years old. She didn't look like an experienced brewer or the best rum master brewer in this world that the system had mentioned.

"After my grandpa passed away, I became the best rum brewer in this world." That maiden nodded confidently before shaking her head with a smile. "Old Sim is my grandfather. Actually, my name is Hannah."

"You're not Old Sim!" Mag got a shock again. Wasn't he freaking exposed then?!

"No, I am Old Sim." That maiden shook her head again.

"Then, your grandpa…" Mag was a little confused.

"Old Sim is my grandpa's name. It's also a code name. After my grandpa passed away, I took over his position in the organization, and retained Old Sim as the code name." Hannah smiled. "Therefore, I am Hannah and Old Sim as well."

Mag's eyebrows twitched. He couldn't pinpoint where it was wrong, but he felt it shouldn't be like this.

"Gray Temple?" On the wall, Irina was looking at Mag and Hannah with ponderment on her face.

Although she was still feeling hostile toward this woman who threw herself at Mag, judging from their conversation, it shouldn't be that kind of relationship that she had imagined.

As for whatever organization, apart from Gray Temple, she couldn't come up with any other organization that Mag was close with.

Mag collected his emotions, and calmly said to Hannah, "Alright. Since this is the case, the first mission that the organization gives you is: teach me how to brew rum."

"Huh???"

Hannah was taken by surprise, and she hesitatingly said, "It's simply just to teach you how to brew rum?"

"Yes. This is a very important mission." Mag nodded with conviction.

"I've waited for so many years. Is there a more exciting mission?" Hannah tried to ask. "For example, poisoning the new chief on the conferring ceremony banquet, or burying the son of the chief of the Aug Tribe who will come to participate in the conferring ceremony tomorrow…"

Yo, this lass knows what to do. Irina, who was slightly bored and prepared to leave first, suddenly looked at Hannah with great interest. That was how they should stir up trouble.

Mag was slightly stunned to hear that. With a weird expression, he asked Hannah, "Judging from your identity, you're an informant that provides intel?"

"No. I am an undercover agent," Hannah replied with a puffed-out chest.

"Sure. I will retain your first suggestion, but we're not considering the second one yet." Mag nodded, and continued, "Besides that, another important objective for our current trip is to rescue the former chief's son who is imprisoned."

"Ferdinand. I know him. He's the prince that is even shyer than his sister." Hannah's eyes lit up. "Are we going to act right now?"

"No, no, no. We still require accurate intelligence and planning for the specific operation. That's why I came here to verify some positions and information with you tonight." Mag quickly stopped Hannah, who was already rushing off to get her weapons, with exasperation. This lass was really an impatient informant. It was fortunate that they'd never had to utilize her all these years.

"I know where he is locked up." Hannah looked at Mag perplexedly.

"Errrr…"

Mag retracted his hand that was grasping Hannah's sleeve awkwardly, and then stared at Hannah with befuddlement. "Do you really know where he is locked up?"

"Yes. The people from the Falk Tribe's inner city love to buy alcohol from me. This is also one of the methods that I obtain information with." Hannah nodded her head, and continued, "A head guard was drinking here, and I added a little of talkative water to his wine. Then, he told me where Ferdinand is locked up. If I remember correctly, he is in the dungeon underneath the northern city wall of the inner city. He is locked up alone."

"The dungeon underneath the northern city wall?" Mag frowned as he thought gravely for a while. The information that Gray Temple gave him didn't include that dungeon.

"I have never heard about this dungeon before, either. However, that fellow yesterday was really a big mouth, so he told me the exact position." Hannah smiled.

"You're really an outstanding informant…" Mag already had no idea what else to say.

"Then, should we act right now? I even have my camouflage clothes ready. I have been waiting for this day that the organization's orders arrived." Hannah already began to unbutton her collar.

"Wait!" Mag stopped her immediately. Resigned, he said, "Although that fellow might have told the truth after he was drunk, we're not sure about the actual situation in that dungeon yet, including the interior's map, the guards' condition, the change of shifts, and the actual lock-up situation. If we acted recklessly, not only would we fail, we could also endanger ourselves."

"Sigh… what a disappointment." Hannah was deflated instantly. She frowned and pouted at Mag. "Then, what else could I do?"