Ball Juras
Two nondescript carriages suddenly stopped in front of the three-story house. Their doors opened swiftly, and guards ca out of them, ard to the teeth.
Those who were watching, dressed in civilian clothes, moved simultaneously.
They worked quickly and efficiently, securing the periter before breaching the building.
"These bastards are like the hounds on scent. If we had been there, it would have been terrible," said Karig. I turned to him and looked.
"Sorry, boss," he apologised imdiately.
He is right; we were there until morning, before we moved out of it.
This was the fourth raid on the safehouses that I have been in. Thirteenth overall in the past week. They had caught many of my n; it's a good thing, I didn't share the locations of all the safehouses with them.
It was so easy before; we could do our work openly; nobody had stopped us.
With these bastards roaming the streets, it had beco harder. I could have bribed my way out, but that takes ti. We have to see who is susceptible to it.
We can't just go and bribe people. It needs ti and observation.
We don't have ti; we need to move our stuff before they find it, and they will find it. They might even see ; that would be troubleso.
I don't think anyone here has the power to kill , but they have numbers, and that is disastrous.
"Inform rson that I will et him at safehouse sixteen tonight," I ordered.
Local gangs couldn't be trusted; they are on the edge, scared. Seeing more than half of their people have been incarcerated, including leaders and top lieutenants.
It's a good thing we didn't pull all our people. We kept so of them —the ones that are well-integrated here.
"It is earlier than we had planned," he said, and I nodded. I had planned to do things carefully, but seeing how rapidly he is hounding , I have to take the risk.
The gang cannot afford to lose the load. We have already lost so much here; we cannot afford to lose any more. We need that or we will lose our edge in Belnin.
Already, other gangs are eying our territory, and our other suppliers are increasing their rates.
"Ok, boss." He accepted, seeing my silence.
I didn't say anything and just kept watching. A few minutes later, they ca out of the house, with several people cuffed between them.
I watched them, with my eyes focused on the tall, handso man.
Since he arrived, the raids have only grown bolder. Too many n were taken — I ca close to being one of them. That bastard will answer to
before I leave.
He is the one who stopped us from spreading into Greltheaven. Even caught Bilbo.
He was one of mine; his capture had weakened .
Dealing with him will also send a signal to Silver. White Crown is not sothing he should touch. If he dares to harm our interests, we would not hesitate to hurt his.
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Ina Knox
"We caught a few, but not the leader, yet. He has slipped away once more," inford Commissioner Julian.
It made my head hurt.
I have dealt with gangs in Greltheaven and also in Panar, but they are far below the level of sophistication that significant gangs like White Crowns use.
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"The police need to deal with it, Commissioner Julian. I don't want White Crown in my city. If we give them enough ti, they might spread their tentacles here," I said firmly.
I don't want to put pressure on this man, but White Crown is a dangerous gang, and it will be tough to uproot once they establish their influence here.
"We are making progress, Governor. The raid might have failed to catch him, but we got critical intelligence on White Blade Juras."
"I believe it will be instruntal to catch him and find the load," he replied.
"Do it. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," I said. "I will not, Governor," he replied and got up before leaving my office.
While I lay back on the chair. Feeling stressed and tired.
Things were hard at Panar at the beginning, and I was inexperienced, but still, things were not as tricky as they are in Gailhorn.
I looked at the clock and seeing I have ti, I closed my eyes and began to practice the aura.
Even in a busy schedule, I practice at least four tis a day. I lost my friend because I was too weak to protect myself; I don't want that ever to happen again.
I am the Governor, I need to have the strength to protect my people, and aura could give
that.
Minutes passed, and I practiced the exercise that Bell had taught . She created layer after layer of aura around her with such ease that it felt like it didn't need effort at all.
It needs effort, a massive effort for each layer.
It is more complex than anything I have done before, and I want to give up, but I do not. Aura is the power that many desire. I have it, and I will learn to wield it.
No one will die again protecting , not my guards, not my friends, and not my sisters!
Finally, I could no longer maintain the layers, but I did not let go of them imdiately. Instead, I dissolved them one after another slowly and carefully.
It is painful, and I want just to let go, but I hold on to it until the last layer has been dissolved, before slumping back in my chair.
I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn't do that. Instead, I got up and started to pace across my office.
So take a deep breath, while others remain still. I walk around slowly, feeling the crushing tiredness begin to subside little by little.
When I felt good enough, I activated Impeccable Image. Imdiately, my sweat-filled dress began to dry up rapidly, while the creases vanished along with the sll.
At the sa ti, my hair was set, and my makeup beca impeccable. I may not be obsessed with my appearance as so of my sisters are, but I fully understand its power.
"You have a eting with Baron Hungston in ten minutes," said Anika.
I nodded but didn't sit in my chair; I walked around my office for a few minutes. Thinking about so things before finally sitting down.
It is an important eting, one that will help Gailhorn. The city needs help. Looking at the things, Caspin focused on revenue from nothing other than drugs.
Port was in shambles, the fishing industry in the gutter. Hell, even the mines have been lying in ruins.
I can't understand how a man could be ignorant. Although the correct description would be 'a idiot.' I cald myself down and
'Governor, Baron Hungston is here for you,' inford Elah.
"Ok," I replied.
A mont later, the door opened. A man and a woman in their mid-fifties walked inside. The man is slightly overweight, while the other is lean and tall.
She is a beautiful woman who is aging gracefully.
"Baron Hungston, Baroness," I greeted without getting up. "Governor Knox," they replied and sat in front of .
"Thank you for seeing us on short notice, Governor," said the woman a mont later. "It's my pleasure, Baroness Hungston," I replied.
"How was the journey?" I asked. They had not co from Greltheaven, like most people, but the sea route from Namdar.
"Smooth, but I have to say, I was a little scared on the way. Fearing an undead ship might rise out of the sea and swallow us up," he replied, with a smile.
This is a genuine fear for many people, and Lord Silver has already made plans.
Although it will take so ti due to monetary constraints, it will happen eventually. He is requesting additional patrols from the imperial navy, which cos at a cost.
"It is a worrying thing, but the imperial navy is patrolling the waters. Our birds also scout the waters for any signs of undead," I said. To that, they just smiled.
We both know these efforts are not enough, but they will have to be enough for now.
There was a silence for a mont.
"The farms; I hope you will give us permission to tour them before we make the bid for them?" she asked. "Of course, that wouldn't be a problem," I replied with a smile.
A week ago, we released the bids for the cave farms, the places where the gangs used to grow the drugs.
It is a peculiar environnt that is unsuitable for most plants, but so rare plants thrive there. We want to utilize it.
The gangs have created a vast farm in the caves. We have divided into three bids.
One reserved for the citizens of the empire and one for the rchant state. We would have given one to our citizens, but unfortunately, not one business in the dominion has the expertise and manpower needed to handle these farms.
"If we win the bid, I hope there won't be many restrictions on people and movent, like what we are hearing about," said the man.
"These are temporary asures. So, we could cut out the rot that remains in the city. Once we dealt with it, we will remove all the restrictions," I replied, and I could see the relief in their eyes.
These two are the first nobles who contacted us about the bids; most others were rchants.
Nobles usually don't dip their toes in business. It is a cultural aspect of the empire, but there are exceptions for things of strategic value.
These two used to grow rare plants in their territory before it got captured.
While many nobles dream and sche to reclaim their territories from their enemies. These two chose the other way and threw themselves into the business.
"We are relieved to hear that," said the woman. "I am glad, and please don't hesitate to raise any questions or doubts you have," I replied.
They took it literally and asked nurous questions. The eting, which was supposed to last fifteen minutes, lasted nearly forty minutes.
I don't mind. Their questions proved that they are serious about the farms; that is the only thing I care about.
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