Chapter 643: Undercurrents

"Are you saying that the people of the Dwarf Race are extremely respectful toward him, to the point that they met directly with Master Mohan?"

Inside the study of the City Lord Mansion, a man who looked to be about forty years old held a book in his hand, frowning as he looked at the Pawn before him.

"Yes, City Lord. The fact that the people of the Dwarf Race are extremely respectful toward him was seen by more than one person in front of the Dwarf Blacksmith Shop at the time. As for his meeting with Master Mohan, that is information I obtained from a dwarf warrior after I got him drunk."

The Pawn standing before the City Lord was none other than Hanmu, who had captured Beike and his group at the city gate, as Lingyun had seen earlier.

"The Third Prince instructed me that if I saw these three people, I must report it to him. I was wondering at first why the Third Prince would issue such an order; I never expected these people to possess such a background. It is truly astonishing." City Lord Sain closed the book, his eyes full of amazement.

"City Lord, what shall we do now?" Hanmu asked softly.

The City Lord was silent for a moment, then pulled a sheet of white paper from the book and wrote something on it rapidly. Afterward, he folded the white paper and squeezed it hard, and wisps of gray light appeared in his hand.

"Hanmu, I have a very important matter here that requires you to complete it," the City Lord said to Hanmu with a serious face.

"This subordinate swears to complete the City Lord's mission even at the cost of his life." Hanmu struck his chest hard with his fist, his face full of determination.

"Hanmu, you have always been the person I trust most; I believe you will not let me down this time either!" The City Lord waved his hand, and the gray light in his hand instantly fell onto Hanmu's hand, forming a faint gray mark on the back of his hand.

"I would not feel at ease handing this matter to anyone else. I hope you can reach Norton Imperial City in the shortest possible time and deliver this mark to His Highness the Third Prince," the City Lord said with a serious face.

"Yes." Hanmu nodded forcefully at the City Lord, then turned and left the study.

"Do not let me down, Hanmu." Watching Hanmu's departing back, the City Lord whispered, then reopened the book to read.

The sun had already slanted to the west when a man who looked travel-worn arrived at the city gate.

"Hey, Gaersi, where are you going?" A city-guarding Pawn stopped Gaersi and said with a smile.

A look of sorrow appeared on Gaersi's face: "Hey, old friend, you don't know, do you? My old mother's condition has worsened again. I'm rushing back now to get her medical treatment, aren't I?"

"Sigh." The city-guarding Pawn sighed and patted Gaersi on the shoulder lightly, clearly having some understanding of his family's situation. "Go on, I hope your mother gets better."

Gaersi smiled at the man guarding the city, then carried a small parcel on his back and left the place quickly.

After Gaersi left, the face of the man guarding the city suddenly turned serious. He looked at a person shrouded in city-guarding Pawn armor beside him: "Lao'er, is there a problem with this person?"

"No." After a moment of silence, a muffled voice came from within the armor.

After leaving Sain, Gaersi walked quickly for a few steps, and his figure instantly vanished into a dense forest. In the forest, Gaersi's figure twisted slightly and actually transformed into the appearance of Hanmu.

Looking at the brand on his hand, a cold sneer appeared on Hanmu's face: "A fine City Lord Sain you are, so cautious. If I hadn't known the method to crack this kind of mark of yours, I really would have had no way to deal with you."

Hanmu took a small bottle from his pocket, inside which was a little bit of white liquid. Hanmu tilted the small bottle slightly, and a drop of white liquid dripped onto the gray mark.

Upon contacting the white liquid, the gray mark suddenly began to twist, and specks of gray mist rose from the mark.

"I want to see exactly what you said to the Third Prince." Looking at the paper gradually appearing in his hand, a cold sneer appeared on Hanmu's face.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred. The moment the paper fully appeared, a stream of gray energy instantly coiled around Hanmu's body. Hanmu's expression changed drastically, and a majestic aura erupted from his body, causing the gray energy to stall involuntarily.

Judging from the aura Hanmu was currently displaying, he was clearly a powerhouse at the Saint Domain Mid-stage. But even though Hanmu had erupted with Saint Domain Mid-stage strength, he still could not stop the gray energy. After stalling slightly, the gray energy actually accelerated a bit and wrapped around Hanmu's body rapidly.

"Undead-type top-tier Saint Domain Magic, Death Withering?" Hanmu's expression changed drastically. "Damn it, Yorkfu, you are truly ruthless!"

Facing the erosion of Death Withering, Hanmu had to mobilize all his Battle Qi to resist this gray magic power. But the power of Death Withering was so great that in just a few minutes, Hanmu was completely enveloped by the gray energy. After a few breaths, the gray mist dissipated, and only a pile of decayed bones remained on the ground.

In the study of the City Lord Mansion, Yorkfu gripped the book in his hand tightly. On his book, a sheet of white paper slowly emerged.

Looking at the white paper before him, Yorkfu sighed slightly: "Hanmu, you ultimately let me down after all!"

Just at this moment, a gray shadow appeared behind Yorkfu. Yorkfu put down the book, stood up, placed his hands behind his back, and spoke slowly: "Has it been verified?"

"City Lord, it has been verified. The person behind Hanmu is the Ninth Prince." The gray shadow spoke, his voice extremely hoarse, sounding like the sound of two stones rubbing against each other.

"The Ninth Prince. I thought that after being heavily wounded by the Third Prince during this period, he would have laid low for a while. I never expected that he had infiltrated my side without me knowing." Yorkfu sighed and said.

"City Lord, what should we do now?"

"You, take this intelligence and deliver it to the Third Prince at the fastest speed." Yorkfu flipped his hand, and a white envelope appeared in his hand; clearly, he had been prepared long ago.

"Yes, City Lord!" The gray figure took the envelope.

When he saw the mark on the envelope, his pupils could not help but shrink. On the white envelope was drawn a multicolored thin line. This represented the urgency of this matter, which could be described as extremely critical. But they were only three Saint Domains; how could they make the City Lord this anxious?

Suddenly, the gray shadow's pupils shrank. Three Saint Domains? He remembered that the intelligence they had received before stated they were only Sixth Rank!

Thinking of this, the gray shadow suddenly understood Yorkfu's thinking. Such young Saint Domains must have a massive force supporting them from behind; otherwise, the resources in their hands would definitely not have allowed them to advance to the Saint Domain.

Facing such people, winning them over was clearly the best choice. If they could be pulled onto their own battle line, it would clearly add a trump card for the Third Prince. Thinking of this, the gray shadow's figure flickered and instantly vanished from the study.