Chapter 466: Chapter 240: Passing By, Attribute Panel_2
For instance, fleeing from Neum was a fact, but passing by the Melted Scale Town purposefully at present was intentional.
All for the lost heirloom of the Duke.
After all, if the rumors were true, the rise of the Morton family relied on this item. If the Half Elf got hold of it, the current predicament faced by the Wakefield family would be resolved.
Whether it’s regaining the position of the Neum City Lord or choosing another place to start anew, both were good choices.
Moreover, the two adventurers beside Hai’an, whom he glimpsed just now, completely did not seem like ordinary guards.
Firstly, the woman named “Vier”, needless to say.
Without a doubt, definitely a spellcaster, and a genuine one with professional level, not just an ordinary mage apprentice.
Inviting her into the team as a traveling guard, the Wakefield family clearly paid a considerable amount.
Next, the silent, sharp-tempered black-haired youth.
Without doubt a professional, specific level unknown.
But Terry William could be sure that the opponent’s strength was certainly not weak.
That kind of condensed aura formed under long-term regular training and a wealth of battle experience.
In contrast to those low-level adventurers in the tavern, tied up by one trashy commission after another, living day by day, wasting all their gold coins on gambling tables and prostitutes.
It’s instantly recognizable.
Even if too young, and not much involved in the topics between him and Hai’an.
Terry William could fully assert that this black-haired youth was far more formidable than he appeared.
“Don’t complicate matters unless they truly act in a way that affects our plans.”
Terry William advised his team seated at the table.
“Manpower is limited, focus should primarily remain on the target.”
“But do not relax vigilance, if confirming the other party is making targeted, explicit moves… remember to handle the spellcaster first, clean up nicely too, the second son of the soon-to-be-overthrown Neum City Lord won’t cause much impact.”
Terry William naturally wished to avoid direct conflict with Hai’an’s entourage, unknown strength being one aspect, and unwillingness to sever this channel relationship being another.
Yet if it involves his mission goal, compared to the temptation of career advancement, it would certainly be a different story.
Currently, the key point is to confirm whether Quanya Squad’s plan succeeded, whether they had brought Duke Morlton’s heirloom out from the Dragon Nest.
Based on Lawson’s behavior upon entering the inn, the team’s progress seemed rather stalled.
But considering the Red Dragon that had soared over the Melted Scale Town recently, vibrating its wings in furious wrath, and Lawson being alone in the tavern without any teammates around.
Terry William suspected perhaps Lawson’s plan succeeded only halfway.
The heirloom had likely been stolen from the Dragon Nest by their team through some means.
Yet due to internal strife or third-party interference, Lawson failed to secure possession.
Of course, also not ruling out the possibility of the opponent discovering our existence and deliberately feigning a wrong trail.
“Stay sharp these two days!”
Originally a hope so dim, within merely half a day the course of events took a reversal.
If that heirloom could be returned to the Duke’s hands, let alone the bottleneck he currently faced, advancing further to the once-unthinkable “Transcendent,” under the Morton family’s resource inclination, seemed not so unreachable.
Terry William suddenly became excited, even his handsome face carried an indescribable exhilaration.
“How’s the inn’s back door, are Jili and the others guarding it well?”
“Just switched shifts, Grove has already taken over.”
“Mm, spend some money later on, check with the front desk about Lawson’s room, book the few adjacent rooms, convenient for surveillance.”
“Yes, I’ll get on it right away!”
“Wait, don’t rush…”
The few of them sat in the corner, whispering in a manner only they could hear, discussing upcoming plans.
Suddenly, a knight responsible for watching the tavern’s entrance spoke:
“‘Rottoe’? Middle of the day, what’s this guy up to here? The Resting Dragon Nest isn’t his territory.”
Terry William’s gaze followed.
What he saw was a bald, fierce-faced man limping, with several hoodlum-like underlings trailing behind.
After days stationed in town, he had long since mapped out the notable figures of Melted Scale Town.
“Rottoe” is among them.
No further introduction needed, merely his not-too-refined, infamous nickname is enough to reveal his notoriety in town.
Coming from an adventurer background, he’s not only the owner of the town’s sole casino, but also clandestinely involved in slave trading.
Though certainly lagging behind Terry William and his Knight Corps, he was considered a figure in such a remote small town like Melted Scale.
At least for the ordinary folks in town, provoking him leaves absolutely no room for resistance.
But curiously, the head of this clandestine evil always lurking in the shadows.
At present, he was sweating profusely, nervously barging into the Resting Dragon Nest Inn, who wasn’t within his area of influence.
Causing the inn’s front desk to mistakenly think he was here to wreak havoc, shrank down hurriedly, wishing they could hide under the counter.
Terry William signaled his brothers not to act rashly.
Just sat by the bar quietly observing “Rottoe,” who, flanked by several lackeys, briskly approached the front desk.
After a hurried exchange, slapped down two silver coins, and dashed upstairs with his lackeys.
In just seconds, more footfalls sounded from the staircase.
But this time, descending from upstairs were not only Rottoe and his associates but an additional gloomy figure.
“Lawson!”
Terry William’s pupil shrank, brain spinning rapidly.
Immediately guessing their abrupt move likely had to do with Quanya Squad’s theft of the heirloom from the Dragon Nest.
In a few glances, the knights at the table reached an understanding.
As soon as Lawson, following Rottoe, stormed out the inn, Terry William led his men after them.
“In such a hurry, where did so many people come from?”
Holding a large bag of supplies, Luca stood bewildered at the tavern entrance, making way for both groups.
His nature being averse to conflict, even as a professional he had little temper.
Sidelining the crowd.
Watching the backs of several middle-aged men and knights vanish into the throng, he scratched his head puzzledly.
Thinking nothing much of it, he gently rubbed his chest with a free hand, feeling the cold, hard, smooth object snugly placed there.
Tightened the supply bag again, asked the front desk about room numbers, and headed upstairs.
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“So you found this on those two slave traders?”
Hai’an eyed the oval-shaped metal object in his hand, his silvery eyes reflecting the faintly shifting characters on its surface, surprised.
“Hehe,” Luca chuckled as if he had accomplished something great, “I found it on a dwarf they had tied up, it was sticking out of the clothes, just happened to see it.”
“What about them, did you drive them away?”
“That dwarf had already passed by the time I got there. Those slave traders were quite fierce, lost control for a moment and ended up snapping their necks.”
“But that alley was rather secluded, didn’t see anyone around when I went, dragged their bodies further in. Once we leave the town, no one will probably find them.”
“You were somewhat reckless this time, fortunately those slave traders were ordinary folks, otherwise…”
“May I take a look?”
A sudden voice from the far side interrupted Hai’an’s words.
“Of course!”
Without hesitation, he handed over the functional-unknown oval metal object.
Xia Nan reached out to take it.
In his view, the semi-transparent characters symbolizing the attribute panel had long been hovering in the void.