Chapter 234 Late Night Communication
After getting all the food, Mo Cheng placed all the food in the backpack of rare items in the warehouse of Albert's House, which is now requisitioned by the royal family of Aundair.
At this time, a large amount of grain was piled up in the warehouse, and it was transported to various places for delivery on time every day.
In order to ensure that no one would do something stupid like burning the grain, in addition to the people sent by Mishasi to watch over it, Mo Cheng or Loni would also make sure that there was always someone watching the warehouse.
As long as they hold on for eight days, the Winterhold Magic Academy will be able to produce enough food to relieve the pressure, and these foods are undoubtedly the mainstay of the current sinking areas and civilian areas.
Mo Cheng didn't know who the enemies were, but he knew very well that if someone wanted to cause chaos in the sinking area and civilian area, then the grain would be the best place to attack.
At night, Mo Cheng sat on the steps in front of the warehouse. The guards were patrolling silently, and there was no communication between the two sides.
At night, Mo Cheng's perception is much stronger than during the day. With him around, it is basically possible to rule out the possibility of someone trying to burn food at night.
Mo Cheng ignored the patrolling guards and took the backpack containing the rare item and looked at it over and over again. He did not hand it over after he seized it, and no one else said anything about it.
With everyone else's tacit agreement, this huge backpack became his personal property.
The number of space items is not small, but it is not a lot either. Most of them are less than one cubic meter in volume, making a simple portable backpack. For example, a backpack with a huge space of ten cubic meters is really rare.
Of course, there are bigger ones, big enough to accommodate a magic tower or even a city. However, those things are usually exclusive to powerful magicians, and are generally called [demiplanes] or [different spaces].
"So you are here."
Just as Mo Cheng was taking some things out of his backpack and playing with them, he suddenly heard a pleasant female voice.
Mo Cheng glanced at the house on the playground, where the lights were turned off, "I thought you were still arranging tasks there."
Mishasi sat on the steps like Mo Cheng, keeping a body length away from him. "All the necessary arrangements have been made. All that's left is waiting. Waiting for the food produced by the Winterburg Magic Academy to arrive. Wait..."
She looked up at the sky. The sphere of holy light was still suspended in the sky, in a stalemate with Queen Aundair and Archmage Muzel.
"Wait until someone is free to pull back the sinking area and the civilian area."
As Mishasi sat down beside him, Mo Cheng felt a gaze looking in his direction. Following the gaze, he saw a court lady. When she saw Mo Cheng looking over, she bowed slightly and turned away.
The palace lady seemed to have quite strong skills, but Mo Cheng had no intention of asking. Generally speaking, palace ladies were nobles, serving the queen, princess and others.
Of course, as the Principality of Aundair is led by the Queen, the court ladies should serve the Queen and the Princess.
"It's important to have food in the warehouse until this is over."
"Don't worry, I'll be watching." Mo Cheng closed his eyes and let go of his senses. Every five minutes, he would sense the breath of life around him. If there was more or less, it would attract his attention. "Unless Archbishop Alfonso intends to send another deputy director of the Inquisition to die, I can still take care of a warehouse."
After showing his full fighting power in front of Mishas several times, he was too lazy to hide it in front of the other party.
"That backpack in your hand, is it a space item?"
Although Mishas does not have any power, she has the title of "Scholar" recognized by the "Hall of Knowledge" and has memories of some strange objects and magical items.
"I don't know which noble is willing to spend so much money, but it's a good deal for me."
Mo Cheng had no intention of hiding anything. Although he didn't want to admit it, Mishasi knew most of his secrets, if not all of them. So there was no need for Mishasi to hide many things.
"Oh, by the way, this thing is for you." Mo Cheng remembered something and gave all the information he had forced out of Colby and others to Misha Si.
"These are..."
"Those gang members who hoarded food and medicinal herbs, as well as the merchants. They all work for the nobles behind them. It just so happens that I am quite experienced in [conversation], and they are happy to tell me who the nobles behind them are."
Those were the evil things that Colby and others had done, and the dirty work they had done with the nobles behind them.
Mo Cheng himself was not a citizen of the Principality of Andair, and he had no interest in convicting the nobles. If he really had a "displeasure" with the nobles, the best thing to do would undoubtedly be to clear out the entire noble family.
He believed that Mishas would make good use of these things. Some of the information and accusations on them were enough to add a powerful weight to the dispute between Queen Andel and the nobles.
"I am still holding those people captive. If you need them to serve as witnesses, you can just ask someone to take them away."
Looking at the documents Mo Cheng handed over, which were densely written, Mishasi couldn't help but sigh, "You really know how to find extra work for me."
These things are different from rescuing residents in the sinking areas and civilian areas. This is not something that can be discussed with anyone. At this time, Mishasi can fully trust and contact only two people in Fairhaven, Margaret and Mo Cheng, but it is obvious that they are not suitable for doing these politically significant things.
"If you think this is troublesome, you can just burn it, and then I will help you deal with those people."
Mo Cheng's words made Misha pause, and then Her Royal Highness the Princess sighed, "Has anyone ever told you that you have no idea how to communicate with women?"
It was not easy to finish the work ahead of time. At the same time, she asked the palace lady beside her to let the patrol personnel bypass this place. Misha originally wanted to chat with Mo Cheng, but she didn't expect that the person she was chatting with would change the topic to "work" after a few words and directly welded the steering wheel.
Mo Cheng lowered his head and thought for a moment. It seemed that he didn't have much communication with women other than his family in his memory. But it didn't matter. He knew that he was always talkative.
"In fact, most of the time, it's the women who start the conversation with me with their faces red and their hearts pounding. I mean, if you count the teacher being angry and roaring at me as [communicating with women]."
