"I was the one who sneaked in. Ask you about the Pleurotus eryngii in your arms!"
...
There was an eerie silence, and Kaka's cry rang through the basement.
"I am not Pleurotus eryngii !!!!!!!!"
Alan managed to calm the frantically struggling Mycornelium before Moros, who looked helpless and covered his ears, explained, "Mr. Moros, his name is Chuck, not Pleurotus eryngii, but fluorescent mushrooms. And do you understand the Bacterials? And did you sneak into my place?"
At last, Chuck began to call again, confirming that it had been Moros: "Ellen, it was him who came in, and he hit me!"
"Wait a minute, Kaka, wait a minute!"
Quickly filling the medicine, Moros began to put a bandage around his wound. "Yes, it was me. No one has a grudge against Nova. Besides, I'm half an Owu, so I understand all that Arcane empathy stuff."
"But why? Alan was even more puzzled. It was agreed that black men would take jobs and never inquire about the employers' background.
"Because of the old bastard's military! And funding the Yorkland rebels! I wouldn't want to get involved with him if I wasn't short of money!" Moros raised his voice through gritted teeth. "You don't know? Canova brought in more than half of the Yorkland rebels in Sarki!"
He thought Nova was a regular black market man, but as a member of the Senorbo Army, he was in close contact with the Yorkland rebels! No wonder Moros was suspicious of Alan's identity. How could he have imagined Nova bringing in such a pure employer? Well, it's not pure. It has a lot to do with Levitzk.
The cautious Moros had to sneak in alone to see what was going on and unexpectedly met Kaka. What's more, Alan thought Moros and Nova were in cahoots, trying to find the infiltrator for help! On the other hand, Moros thought that the Senobo army had been involved in Levitzk's affair, that he was already engaged in the Yorkland rebellion, and that if one more... thinking of running away, they had a fight at Moros's door...
Both Moross and Alan were relieved by this connection.
"And you idiot, who knows you had anything to do with Levitzk?" "Asked Moros.
"Captain Nova must have guessed. The Deco family next? Wait, who are you calling retarded?"
'You! Moros picked up the dagger from the ground and put it back in its sheath. "Nova doesn't know who she is, and you beat me."
"That's just because you came up and stabbed me!"
"Can't you see it's a feeler? Have you been a fool, an Epi, in peace for a long time?"
"I'm not an Epian."
"How did the Deco family know?"
"Is the family famous? I am their guest."
'The Five Epi families, don't you know? And that's it, to return their guest?"
Alan did not say a word. He took the family insignia out of his bracelet. "I don't know what the Five families are, but I am their guest."
Moros glanced at the intricate design on the emblem, his face a little mixed. "It's Deco's... Where did you get it?"
"Do you know what they gave me?" Alan was curious. He didn't know what the name Deco meant, but Moros seemed to know.
"Who doesn't know the Deco badge? Let me put it this way, Alan, "Moros took a deep breath." I don't know what they see in you, but I think they're blind."
"Damn you, man! Alan was unhappy at Moros's criticism, but could say nothing.
After a moment of embarrassment, Alan said, 'So... It's nothing?"
"Damn it, there's nothing wrong! Moros had a bad day, and none of Nova's money was easy to make.
"So, should I just pick up the materials on time?"
"Are these materials for making sticks?" Moros suddenly made a rude remark.
"That's right." Alan wondered why Moros had asked.
"You have all these materials to make ten meters high?" There was suddenly something flirtatious, even obsequious, in Moros's mocking tone. "Why don't you think about it, Ellen, and give me a share? I don't have the materials to be an Warrior."
Alan was speechless. Moros had been thinking about this for a long time. "I am still determining how much it will be used up.
"Then give me one reason not to tell your secret!"
"Huh? Alan was suddenly off the pace.
Moros walked over to the wall, pulled a piece of paper from the siding, and smacked it directly into Alan's face. Silverland is scouring the world for information, and the Empire is richly rewarded for any useful information!"
By the dim light, Alan read what was in his hand. Moros had not deceived him. The notice was supposed to have been posted on a local list. It even had a handwritten letter from Andy Crowsh, Captain of the Imperial Navy!
It was a difficult situation for Alan, who had never dealt with it before, and in that sense, he was a wanted man of sorts!
"So, give me a reason? Mr Moros won, even putting on a show of being a marketeer.
"How much do you want? I don't have any money." Alan knew that Moros needed enough equipment to become an Arwu, and this equipment required no shortage of Arcane materials! And most of them can't be bought! Although he usually ends up with some extra fabric, he needs to say how much.
"You don't have to worry about the money. Nova has done enough. I want the material, half of it!"
"You want too much! Have you saved nothing for yourself all these years?"
"Give me a reason, then?"
At his wits' end, Alan felt Chuck tug at his clothes in his arms. 'What's wrong with Chuck?'
'That way! Chuck, who had no love for Moros, who called himself Pleurotus eryngii, did everything he could to make him feel bad. He raised his hand and pointed to the sword that Alan had seen before. Alan looked at it, looked at Moros, and said, "Pagio?"
"Eh? Mroslas said, "Well, it was both a question and a reply.
"Moros, your real name is Paggio Pamont?"
Moros's eyes widened, and the look gave him away.
"The longsword over there is marked with that name in some Northern script. I'm not sure if I'm pronouncing it right. I think it sounds a bit like Roggbosch, pronounced it. It's Rustic, I guess." 'said Alan, observing the change in Moros's expression, which was now more serious than relaxed.' But you didn't tell Nova about your Ruthgian background. You told him you were a Roggbosian. But Saki was very lenient towards war refugees. It was unnecessary. What's your excuse, Moros?"
Moros was silent, and the sight of Alan like this gave him an answer: 'You are afraid of being sent back! But why should you be afraid of being deported? I think it might be the Piemonte name. What's wrong with your family? Treason?" Seeing the confused look in Moros's eyes, Alan knew he was right and went further. "Do you think I must find out the story behind the name?"
Moros said nothing.
"Is that reason enough that we both have secrets?"