Amidst the scouts' anxiety, they suddenly saw Marinda pulling the Spirit dium toward a corner inside the Bell Tower, whispering sothing to her.
Due to the angle, they couldn't see what the two were saying.
But they could clearly hear a voice—
"Why do I have to stay here?
Why can't I be the one to go?"
The voice of the 'Spirit dium' suddenly rose sharply, obviously extrely angry and unable to control her emotions.
Every scout's face lit up with joy.
They knew their opportunity had arrived.
At once, the seven or eight individuals began moving oil barrels even more diligently.
However, each person's gaze was stealthily fixed on that corner.
Then, they witnessed Marinda stepping out of that corner with what seed to be an emotionless face, but with anger brewing between her brows.
Following that, after less than a minute, the 'Spirit dium' also erged.
"After you've pushed all these oil barrels inside, set fire to them.
Don't worry about anything else."
With these words, the young 'Spirit dium' quickly left.
"Yes, Mr. Kledos!"
One of the scouts replied loudly, and the rest saluted in turn.
In the mont they bowed their heads, the scene they had just witnessed completed itself in each of their minds—
Marinda gave the sudden discovery of the 'Hercules Laboratory' utmost importance, yet she did not want to abandon the task at hand.
Therefore, she wanted her lover to stay behind to complete the planned mission while she went to the 'Hercules Laboratory' first; however, the 'Spirit dium' wished to go instead, leaving Marinda behind.
Thus, an argunt was inevitable.
Afterward, it appeared that the 'Spirit dium' chose to acquiesce.
But once Marinda had left, the 'Spirit dium' also quickly chose to leave.
In front of interests, what the hell is love!
Rembering the intimate scene they had just witnessed between the two, the scouts couldn't help but sneer in unison.
But they dared not delay.
Because the actions of this pair of lovers confird for them that the 'Hercules Laboratory' was ti-sensitive, existing for only a very short period before vanishing—there had been more than one similar instance in history.
Imdiately, the scouts began their 'performance'—
"Ah, my stomach hurts!"
"Hiss, I twisted my ankle!"
The scouts voiced various reasons, allowing themselves a plausible disappearance from everyone's sight for a while before returning and more vigorously pushing the oil barrels down the spiraling passageway.
The oil barrels were pushed in one after another.
Clang clang bang!
The rolling and collision noises continued non-stop.
Soon, as the barrels kept hitting each other, they started to rupture.
So even shattered on impact, their contents splashing everywhere with a clear sound.
And as the acrid scent of oil began to spread, the scouts, who had already completed their task of passing on information, were each gasping for air inside the Bell Tower, constantly saying—
"This is so exhausting!"
"Definitely need to ask boss Edwin for a raise!"
"Right!"
"Truly tired out!"
Amidst these words, the scout who had first spoken lit a match.
Then, he tossed the match down the passageway.
The fla instantly shot up and the scouts took the opportunity to retreat.
But hardly two ters back—
Boom!
A fireball shot up tens of ters high from the mouth of the passageway, engulfing the Bell Tower and, in the ensuing loud noise, a fireball over thirty ters in diater rose into the sky like a small sun suspended a hundred ters high, illuminating the surroundings and bringing with it a devastating shock wave.
Whoosh!
The shock wave pulverized everything around it and continued on with an unstoppable force, carrying fragnts of bricks and stones in all directions.
In the midst of cracking sounds, the billowing smoke unfurled like a black hand rising from underground, not only snuffing out the newly risen small sun but also tearing up the ground of Elta Square.
The entire Elta Square had been flipped upside down.
The flat cobblestone surface, now with a thousand gullies and rifts.
The flowerbeds and fountains that attracted tourists, well, they no longer existed.
What remained was shredded flesh and the stench of char.
And...
Laughter.
Harris walked out of the ruins with a smile on his face.
The newly appointed head of Rat Tail Alley was thrilled—such a blast, not to ntion Arthur and Marinda, even if the Lord Count himself had been there, he would've been injured.
As for Arthur and Marinda?
Obviously, they were reduced to ashes!
'Humph, thinking of using as cannon fodder?
Now, the two of you are turned into cinders, huh?'
Thinking this, the smile on Harris's face grew ferocious.
However, the next mont, the new Ally leader of Rat Tail Alley reined in such a smile as he turned to look at the mber of the Bloodline Clan standing beside him.
The heavy robes concealed the other's face and body, but the strong scent of blood still couldn't be hidden; ordinary people would feel terrified as they approached.
"Your arrangents were flawless!
The two who have been giving headaches are now taken care of!
The rest, please leave it to —as per our agreent, Rat Tail Alley is welcoming you at any ti!"
Harris said so.
The mber of the Bloodline Clan nodded.
But just as the two were about to conclude their transaction—
"Cough, cough cough!"
Amid violent coughing, a slab of stone was suddenly pushed aside, and a young 'Spirit dium' with a dirt-smudged face collapsed there. Beside him was the mangled and charred body of Marinda—the few intact shreds of clothing on that corpse allowing Harris to confirm it was indeed Marinda's body.
After all, he had just seen her, it was impossible to mistake her.
And this mangled, charred condition must be the result of Marinda being very close to the secret passage and bearing the brunt of the explosion.
Calculating the scene that just occurred and seeing Arthur in this state, Harris's face was imdiately filled with a smile.
Just before, at the mont of the explosion, the newly appointed Ally leader of Rat Tail Alley had a mont of regret—not being able to declare in front of his enemies their shortcomings was indeed dissatisfying.
And now, Arthur had appeared.
The pity was that Marinda was dead.
But this was satisfactory enough.
He watched as shock and disbelief spread across Arthur's face—even covered in dust, that expression brought him pleasure.
The Ally leader of Rat Tail Alley was about to say sothing mocking to fully satisfy himself once more.
But before he could speak, Arthur turned angrily towards the Bloodline Clan mber and roared—
"What are you doing?
Do you realize you've ruined everything?
You bastard!"
The roar was hoarse, and amidst his bursting veins, the young 'Spirit dium's' face and eyes were filled with pain.
His entire body seed to fall apart as he lay there, mumbling to himself.
"It's over; everything's over.
Twenty years of planning, all ruined by your damn cleverness!
Oh, how I hate this!"
Harris was stunned; he stared intently at Arthur.
'What's going on?!'
'Twenty years of planning?!'
Unconsciously, the newly appointed Ally leader of Rat Tail Alley began to back away.
He didn't feel that Arthur was pretending.
Moreover, and more importantly, when Arthur spoke, he could feel the stiffness of the body of the Bloodline Clan mber by his side.
'Did I get caught up in so huge conspiracy?'
Harris couldn't help thinking this way.
And the next mont, his complexion changed drastically.
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