Chapter 1734: Chapter 526: Ambushing and Killing the 40 Bandit Leaders, So Many Treasures_4
This skull is sothing that becos stronger through the collection of souls.
….
Leonard Churchill did not act imdiately but instead spoke with a resigned expression, saying, “Which group do you friends belong to? We are subordinates of ‘Marquis Herman,’ and this person beside is…”
Now that the real target had appeared, the bait plan had already served its purpose.
Leonard Churchill and his two companions were in no rush.
The reason they hadn’t acted was that they were waiting for the other thieves to arrive, to capture them all at once.
Leonard Churchill then said very knowingly, “If you gentlen are after wealth, we do have so money here. Consider it a fee for your troubles. Let’s just be friends…”
Exposing one’s identity and offering money to avoid disaster are often the best responses when faced with robbery.
Normally, average thieves would not want to offend a great noble like the ‘Border Marquis’ and would retreat after taking the money.
Unfortunately, this was the “Forty Thieves,” who never left any survivors.
Hearing Leonard Churchill’s plea, the cloaked necromancer’s eyes only showed amusent. He didn’t refuse and simply said, “Oh, let’s see, how much ‘compensation’ do you plan to give?”
Leonard Churchill gestured to the Storage Ring in his hand, “All of these are for you.”
He knew that this fellow was waiting for his accomplices.
This was in Giant Spirit City, after all. As a “Seventh-tier Fire Mage,” making a move of desperation wouldn’t be quiet, and they might suffer significant losses.
The best strategy was to wait for the Seventh-tier Swordsman who had attacked earlier and then encircle them.
The necromancer did not even look at the few Storage Rings and instead said, “Very well! I accept your trade proposal. You may go. However, if your two companions wish to leave, they’ll also need to provide a sufficient ransom…”
“…”
Leonard Churchill knew that this guy was just stalling for ti.
But for a necromancer, Soul Search was a basic skill, and secrets are often more readily obtained from the dead than from the living.
Leonard Churchill originally wanted to keep up the conversation for a bit longer, but suddenly, he heard the peacock beside him say, “The guy from before is here.”
That imdiately dispelled his interest.
Turning around, Leonard Churchill looked at the cloaked figure and directly said, “No wonder you can’t show your face, it turns out you are the ‘Count Misty Mountain’ from East City…”
As soon as these words were spoken, the forr composed necromancer visibly shuddered, seemingly shocked that his true identity was exposed, “You… you…”
Leonard Churchill, observing the reaction, clicked his tongue in disinterest.
It wasn’t that he truly recognized the cloaked person by face.
Instead, he identified the identities of several henchn nearby from their weapons and abilities and deduced their identities.
People have networks of relationships. By identifying a few individuals and filtering through the complex network of connections in Giant Spirit City… he could guess who the leader of the “Forty Thieves” was.
Leonard Churchill directly pinned it on “Count Misty Mountain.”
Nobody expected a noble to be the leader of the thieves.
Of course, this was a destitute noble without any lands.
…
The cloaked figure, realizing his identity was exposed, imdiately sensed trouble.
But he couldn’t understand where these three individuals got their confidence from?
If Second could force them into escape, now that he joined the fray, could these people still survive?
Could there be other reinforcents?
The cloaked figure was greatly unsettled for a mont.
However, the cold gleam in his eyes grew more intense. Now that his identity was revealed, escaping would only leave endless troubles behind. The three people in front of him… must die!
He stared intently at Leonard Churchill, asking, “Did you co for , sir?”
Even if he were foolish, he knew sothing was amiss with tonight’s events.
Leonard Churchill didn’t feel like making small talk: “I did have a few questions for you. But I reckon you won’t answer…”
The three stopped pretending, and their calm deanor made the group of ruthless, murderous thieves sohow feel as if their breath was being stifled.
The cloaked figure already had an ominous feeling, “I know sir might have so ans. But this is inside Giant Spirit City… do you really think you can do anything to ?”
With a Supre treasure at hand, he was very confident, even an Eighth Rank might not be able to do anything to him.
Let alone just three people?
A strong dragon cannot suppress the local snake. In Giant Spirit City, none of those involved with the Black Market are simple. If things get noisy, it could indeed be troubleso for him, but at any mont, he could easily call for companions and kill these few individuals first.
Listening to this, Leonard Churchill seed to consider seriously for a mont: “True.”
He said, “Then I’ll ask you two questions, and if you answer them, I’ll spare you.”
“Oh?”
The cloaked figure was all ears, his eyes revealing a sly glint.
To have a discussion at this juncture, in his view, ant the other party did not have much confidence. With this thought, he already made an imperceptible signal to his subordinates.
Leonard Churchill seed not to notice and directly asked the first question: “Is it the old hag from the Black Market who betrayed us?”
The cloaked figure thought for a mont and replied with a mix of smile and sneer, “Yes.”
“Oh.”
Leonard Churchill was unsurprised, “So the second question, where is the treasury of the Rainbow Consortium?”
As soon as this question was asked, the cloaked figure’s expression changed drastically!
Being recognized was already perplexing enough, but he could not understand how the person in front of him knew of his connection with the Rainbow Consortium!
….
However, the mont his words fell, a pitch-black longsword slashed towards Leonard Churchill’s neck from the Void.
Concealed by the Domain of death air, the [Ghost Blade·Night Soul Blade] silently ca swinging.
Together, the two had used this move to kill many strong opponents, never failing once.
This ti was no different!
The “easy prey” had no reaction whatsoever; the blade struck directly at the neck.
“Got him!”
The swordsman’s heart leapt with joy; this strike was a certain kill!
But the montary elation in his eyes turned into utter shock as sparks flew in front of him.
His blade had struck sparks on the man’s neck!
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