Chapter 474: Chapter 244: [Bloodseeker Veteran] (Part 2)
And his keen perception ability allowed him to sense the impending storm in the air over Melted Scale Town.
His brows furrowed tightly.
He whispered to his teammate beside him:
"We should go."
Beside him, Luca, who was intently watching the commotion, was initially startled by the words and opened his mouth to ask something.
But seeing Xia Nan’s expression, he swallowed the question that was already at his throat.
He nodded seriously:
"I’ll go call Sava."
...
Melted Scale Town, in an inconspicuous house.
Terry William stood in the center of the living room, his well-made heavy armor already neatly worn on his body.
In front of him, the knights he brought back from the Glue Tree Territory also put on the standardized equipment distributed by the family.
No more disguises.
According to the information from the informant in the casino, the knight "Grove" who was sent to spy on the Golden Flow Wheel by him has already been exposed.
Lawson even publicly pointed out his status as a knight of the Morton family.
Under such circumstances, there was naturally no need to disguise anymore.
Terry William could not be certain whether the secret treasure stolen from the Dragon Nest was in Lawson’s hands; if it wasn’t, what information the other party might know.
The reason for not taking action earlier was simply to avoid a desperate confrontation, which could cause unnecessary losses in what should have been a sure task.
Being in the shadows was also more advantageous for their planned actions against Lawson.
Now that some of his men had been discovered by the opponent.
And indeed, in these days only Lawson’s actions were seen, with no news about the secret treasure at all.
There was no point in lurking any longer.
"Is everyone ready?"
Terry William’s expression was serious, and the sword sheath hanging at his waist swayed slightly.
There was no need for a response; the pairs of eyes looking at him amidst the sound of metal armor clashing, filled with fighting spirit, already provided the knights’ answer.
...
Snap——
The leather whip tore through the air, leaving a gruesome blood mark on the man’s body with a piercing whistle.
In the air thick with the smell of blood, there was no wailing of pain or pleas for mercy as one might imagine.
Only the sound of guttural groaning leaked from between clenched teeth, caused by overexertion in enduring the pain.
This was a dark and hidden small room, nestled deep within a complex and narrow alley behind the casino.
As for the purpose of the room...
The black-brown stone floor surface, with bloodstains either dried or still wet and the horrifying implements hanging on the walls, made it clear.
Lawson sat with his legs crossed, a wine glass gently swaying in his hand, off to one side of the room.
Such tasks, of course, would not have him do it personally.
Standing in front of the young man covered in blood and gravely injured, close to death, administering the punishment, was the casino owner Rottoe.
His bald head was full of sweat, holding a leather whip in his hand, panting heavily.
Clearly, the punisher was him, yet he seemed to be reaching his limit sooner than the young man full of wounds.
"Boss, this guy’s mouth is really tough; even after pulling all his teeth, he won’t say a word."
"We should..."
Half of Lawson’s face was covered in shadow, the oppressive and gloomy aura around him almost visible.
In his perspective, the treasure meticulously planned over two years, acquired at a great cost by stealing from the Dragon Nest, was hijacked halfway by some mysterious third-party force.
Days of investigation yielded no results.
Just when he thought the plan was on the verge of failing, he found someone suspected to be stationed in the casino on his turf just to spy on him, a professional from the Morton family.
The treasure he stole from the Red Dragon Nest was precisely the lost inheritance secret treasure of Duke Morton.
Identity, motive, strength, timing, location... all aspects matched.
This naturally led Lawson to lock his suspicion on them.
"Never mind if he won’t talk."
His tone was ordinary, but precisely because of this, the words that followed were even colder.
"With the Morton’s family efficiency, if they had indeed succeeded, that old fellow might be hugging his precious treasure to sleep in a couple of days."
"Kill him."
"Leave his body in the town center square for a couple of days; there surely are accomplices of his in the town."
"Then cut off his head and send it to Glue Tree Territory."
Lawson was alone, and though his strength might be decent, facing a behemoth like the Morton Duke Family, trying to topple it single-handedly was almost impossible.
It didn’t matter much.
The enmity has already been formed.
He can spend two years planning and preparing to steal treasures from the dragon’s nest.
He can also spend more time targeting the people of the Morton family.
It doesn’t even have to be the Duke himself, his wife, his offspring, even the old butler in the castle...
The number of extraordinary level professionals is inherently limited, and no matter how strong the individual’s power, it’s impossible to protect everyone in the Duke family at every moment; they can’t always hide in the castle.
As long as he is careful, avoiding the revenge and pursuit of those professionals.
Doesn’t need to be too frequent, maybe once every two or three years.
The high and mighty Duke should be able to feel the experiences of someone as insignificant as him.
"Plap, plap."
Hasty and panicked footsteps came from outside the door.
The door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open.
What caught his eye was a small thug with bloodstains on his chest and a panicked expression.
Startled by the other’s motion, Rottoe was about to curse.
While listening to the other pant out nervously:
"B-boss, they’re here... b-brothers all..."
"Who’s here? Speak clearly!" Holding a whip, seemingly sensing danger through the other’s tone, Rottoe stepped forward quickly, interrogating.
"It’s... it’s a group of..."
The thug’s words were only halfway, and the blood-smeared, panting face suddenly froze, as if it had solidified.
A touch of silver white emerged on his chest.
Like mercury, the liquid gushed out of him, spreading rapidly.
Rottoe had no time to react.
The next second.
Shhh—
A sharp tip suddenly stabbed out from the silver-white liquid in the thug’s chest.
Like skewers on the street, it pierced through the two of them in an instant.
Blood spurted.
Along with the sound of bodies hitting the ground came the dense footsteps from outside the door.
Behind were the shrill screams of the thugs at the casino, as Terry William slowly walked into the room in heavy armor.
The longsword was already unsheathed, and the right hand holding the hilt turned silver-white, as if merging with the sword and the metal pieces on the elbow.
His gaze swept over the heavily wounded, blood-covered figure in the room.
His expression unchanged, he watched the gloomy man shrouded in gloom and blood ahead.
"That old bastard Morton is still the same as before, the commission is posted, but the reward... he doesn’t intend to give any."
The voice full of sarcasm came from the opposite side, insulting the Duke who had sworn allegiance and was willing to give his life for him, making Terry William’s eyebrow twitch.
But he didn’t refute Lawson’s logic, instead mocked:
"A piece of trash who could backstab teammates he’s been with for years just for loot, what right does he have to judge others."
"Oh? You even know about that, seems like you aren’t as righteous as you look."
Lawson slowly got up from his seat.
Since Luo Gu escaped with the secret treasure, the repressed gloom in his heart finally began to leak out with the appearance of the "culprit".
"When did it start?" The grin on his face was creepy enough to make one’s hair stand on end, "That Dragon breaking Dagger? Or that task with the flame protection potion?"
"Earlier." Terry William’s face was even more mockingly expressive.
"Good, very good..."
Boom—
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...
Xia Nan suddenly turned his head to look at the end of the street.
As if sensing some movement, he frowned slightly.
"What’s wrong?"
Beside him, the half elf Hai’an, carrying the last piece of luggage on his back, asked in confusion.
"It’s nothing." Xia Nan shook his head, "Let’s go, we shouldn’t delay in town."
All necessary supplies had already been prepared, ready to leave the town and continue the escort mission at any time.
After the trip to the casino, Xia Nan, sensing something amiss, shared his premonitions and guesses about potential situations with everyone.
Wood decisively changed the plan on the spot.
The departure time from town was moved from tomorrow morning directly to this afternoon.
Now, the group of six was packed and ready to leave the Resting Dragon Nest.