Backlund, East Borough, in a house belonging to the Zimang Party.
"Mister Gabriel."
A man dressed in worker's overalls spoke up. "Three days have passed. I think we can proceed with our operation."
The man's appearance showed clear Southern Continent highland characteristics: dark skin and deep-set eyes.
Though dressed like a worker, he exuded an undisguised aura of ferocity.
He also seed unfamiliar with the Northern Continent's language, his Intis coming out stiff and wooden.
"No need to rush."
Opposite him, the man who had been savoring his coffee imdiately frowned and replied with casual dismissiveness.
What a vulgar barbarian. Our beautiful, elegant language being used by him is practically a desecration...
The man nad Gabriel thought to himself.
"But His Excellency the Ambassador said..."
"Stop. Just speak to in Loenese."
The highland man was interrupted by Gabriel.
A flash of displeasure crossed his eyes, but he still switched to equally awkwardly-accented Loenese:
"His Excellency the Ambassador said he's only giving us one month. We don't have much ti."
"Singh, are you taking for a fool?"
Gabriel raised his head and glanced at this greedy, cunning highlander.
"What His Excellency said was for you to regain control of the Zimang Party and beco one of Backlund's underground forces.
He didn't require you to occupy much territory. You're rushing to act now purely to expand your own power. Don't think I haven't noticed."
"Singh, I'm warning you.
His Excellency can grant you potions and make you a Beyonder to control the Zimang Party, but he can also kick you out at any ti and take back the characteristics... Don't try to play gas with us.
It won't benefit you."
As if struck by his words, Singh, the new boss of the Zimang Party sitting across from him, settled down sowhat.
How troubleso...
Seeing this, Gabriel sighed inwardly, feeling quite emotional.
Life was unpredictable.
He should have been in the sun-drenched, passionate land of the Sun having heart-to-heart talks with young ladies, not in cold, gloomy, fog-shrouded Backlund playing political gas with a stinking man.
The Ambassador... it was all the fault of the new Intis Ambassador to Loen, who had brought him to Backlund with a single transfer order.
His main task now was to assist this savage, cunning highlander in regaining control of the Zimang Party, making this gang once again a lower-level organization for Intis intelligence services.
In short, not a pleasant job.
"Mister Gabriel, even if you won't allow us to take action, surely you can at least use your abilities to analyze the situation?"
After staying quiet for barely a mont, Singh spoke again. "I believe our interests are aligned.
If my power expands, His Excellency the Ambassador will recognize your achievents and give you a higher evaluation, won't he?"
This ti, Gabriel hesitated slightly.
The Ambassador did ntion that if I produce results, I can return ho early...
"Fine."
He ultimately agreed, taking out a pendulum from his coat pocket—a pure silver chain with a transparent blue gem hanging below.
Seeing his action, Singh tactfully retrieved a pile of items from the safe: intelligence and materials on that gang, as well as so personal belongings.
"What do you want to know?"
Gabriel took the items and placed them on the table, simultaneously taking out paper and pen.
As a Sequence 9 Seer, he could divine through mystical connections to obtain unknown information.
It was precisely with his assistance, along with the combat prowess of Singh who had also consud the Sequence 9 "Hunter" potion, that the Zimang Party had been able to rise again in such a short ti and beco a respectable underground force in the East Borough once more.
"Please divine the personnel arrangents of the Reman Gang for ."
Singh quickly said.
Based on personnel distribution, corresponding attack plans could be formulated.
He wasn't as reckless as the previous boss Moerso, who only relied on brute force to push through, ultimately provoking soone unknown and disappearing without a trace.
"Personnel distribution..."
Gabriel wrote down the corresponding divination statent, silently recited it seven tis, then sank into a dream state, but awakened quickly and rapidly sketched on a blank sheet of paper.
Singh watched from the side, his face showing a strange expression.
"So scattered... They look completely unprepared.
Don't they think that after I reclaim my territory, I'll launch attacks?"
He had so understanding of the Reman Gang's leader too. Like himself, the guy had brains and shouldn't fail to understand such basic logic, right?
"Sothing's not right."
Singh said with slight unease in his heart. "Mister Gabriel, please continue divining to see what their leader Silas is doing."
Gabriel divined as requested.
Soon, he woke from the dream state, his expression sowhat puzzled. eting Singh's inquiring gaze, he said doubtfully, "I saw... he seems to be doing charity?"
Through dream divination, Gabriel saw that charles had been very busy recently, gathering holess wanderers, providing them with food and shelter.
His gang mbers were also helping out, making it seem like they weren't a gang at all, but so kind of charitable organization.
"Impossible! They were no different from other gangs before! There must be so deeper reason!"
Gabriel was getting worked up.
As a "Seer," his divinations were generally very accurate, occasionally ambiguous, but this was the first ti he'd encountered sothing so strange.
Without waiting for Singh to say anything more, Gabriel hastily wrote down another divination statent:
"The reason for charles's sudden change in temperant."
After silently reciting the divination statent seven tis, his body leaned back, and using his spirituality's connection with the spirit world, he directly entered a dream state.
The hazy dream slowly unfolded before him, like layers of mist forming images.
Through the images, he saw that beside Silas, at so unknown point, stood a silent shadow.
That figure was blurry and indistinct.
He could only see that the figure wore a crimson robe, its color bright and fresh, like freshly splattered blood.
No, looking more carefully, on the red surface floated countless agonized faces of the dead. They were wailing, struggling...
Suddenly, as if sensing sothing, the figure looked toward him, and golden light flashed.
"Ahhhh!"
Gabriel let out a high-pitched, terrified scream. With a "bang," his eyeballs exploded.
"Mister Gabriel?!"
Singh cried out in shock, but Gabriel could no longer answer. Clutching his blood-drenched face, he rolled on the ground, screaming.
"He saw !"
Gabriel shouted in terror. "He's coming! Help! I can't escape!"
"Mister Gabriel, what are you talking about... You've gone mad!"
Singh was startled and abruptly pulled away from him.
Because Gabriel had suddenly drawn his revolver from his waist.
This Beyonder who could divine the future and usually appeared superior to others now had both eyes turned into bloody holes.
"So crazy, so painful... I don't want to know... I don't want to bear this..."
He said in terror and despair, pressing the gun barrel under his chin, then pulling the trigger without hesitation.
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