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Chapter 200: Karmic Ties
Chapter 200: Karmic Ties
"...I seem to have insufficient intelligence..."
Lyon was at a loss as to who the "Nicole" was that Fat Uncle mentioned, causing his prepared persuasion to falter.
Fat Uncle assumed Lyon knew who "Nicole" was, so he didn't elaborate. Instead, he rolled up the bedding, stuffed it with money and essentials, tied it with a rope, and slung it over Lyon's back.
"Let's go! Hurry up!"
Dragging Lyon, who wore a helpless expression, out of the house, Fat Uncle tore open his coat and stuffed the cotton lining into the collar of "Little Bavin's" outfit. He then forced two windproof thick garments onto Lyon and pointed towards the dimly lit mountain path in the distance, urging him:
"If you leave through 'the Gate,' the Leader will definitely find out. You must take the mountain path and head south towards Lyon County. Don't ever come back!"
"...I understand."
Watching Fat Uncle, who was whispering anxiously and urging him on, Lyon, now resembling a stuffed teddy bear, couldn't help but protest with all his might:
"Actually...I don't think things have necessarily reached that point..."
"Go! Now!"
After giving "Little Bavin" a forceful shove, Fat Uncle shouted:
"I know you're worried about implicating me and Fanny, but the Leader seems kind, but he's actually a very proud man. If only the two of us old-timers remain, he might not do anything to us.
But if you stay, he will definitely take action against you. I saw his expression clearly; trust me! He won't tolerate you!"
"How about I go and ask him, just to see..."
"Go! Are you trying to kill me with worry?"
"Alright..."
Seeing Fat Uncle stomping in the cold wind, Lyon knew that conventional methods wouldn't work. So, following "Little Bavin's" character setting, he sighed deeply, donned the "Teddy Bear Warming Suit" that Fat Uncle had stuffed him into, and turned to walk up the mountain path, leaving the valley.
Finally, he's gone...
As Fat Uncle stood in the cold wind of the late night, seeing Lyon off, another man stood on a high rock, squinting from the shadows, gazing at the only path leading out of the valley.
Just as he had expected.
Watching the "Teddy Bear" figure walking away in the distance, the middle-aged man on the high rock couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
Following this hedgehog, who was both a nuisance and untouchable, would be problematic. The best solution was to create some trouble, making him aware of the danger and leaving on his own.
Old Owen regarded Little Bavin as his own, so showing a hint of hostility would be enough to make him vigilant and take the initiative to find Little Bavin, thus scaring away this unwanted prickly problem and maintaining the status quo.
What happens to Little Bavin after that wasn't something to worry about now.
For himself and this kingdom, the most important task at hand was to divide the patrol forces of the Police Department and then launch a full-scale attack on the Dock Tower. Before the Corlok Kingdom's scout left, they had to destroy all information about the mineral distribution and kill those who would bring about destruction!
"Phew..."
After deciding on his next course of action, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and descended from the rock, returning to his residence. He sat at a desk piled high with various documents.
"Barton...sigh..."
Looking at the documents from the Police Department on the table and thinking of his capable subordinate in the Secret Investigation Bureau, the middle-aged man sighed again.
The patrol map of the Police Department... After Barton's identity as a rogue gang member was exposed, the intelligence he desperately sent out no longer held much significance.
However, it was while examining this defense map that he noticed the signature in the bottom right corner, recalling the loyal Barton, which lifted his gloomy mood. He went out for a walk and, coincidentally, encountered the metamorphosing Little Bavin, allowing him to send away this hidden bomb ahead of time.
Perhaps... this was Barton's blessing upon him.
With a sigh, the middle-aged man set aside the defense map and reached for the whale oil lamp on the table, lighting it and beginning to peruse other documents.
Lyon Arsenal Company's personnel information... might come in handy.
With the new Lionheart Duke's rise to power, Lyon Arsenal's elders were all seeking their own paths, desperately selling off assets. Perhaps he could take this opportunity to acquire some powerful weapons, making it easier to attack the Dock Tower.
The shipping company's timetable and the list of special passengers... are crucial!
Most of the scout agents would likely enter the capital via waterways and then return to the Corlok Kingdom by airship. Although he didn't know which scout had discovered the deposit, they were definitely on the list of passengers on these private ships.
The Dock Tower's structural diagram... this would be the last resort!
Picking up the quill on the desk, the middle-aged man circled several main pillars of the Dock Tower, his eyes revealing a ruthless glint.
If they could breach it, they would! The goal was to obtain the documents detailing the deposit, but if they couldn't reach the top floor, for the sake of the kingdom's safety, they would have to destroy the entire Dock Tower at all costs!
...
"Zzz..."
As the whale oil lamp burned softly, the twisted cotton wick shortened, and the thick grease in the brass lamp gradually diminished.
However, as the lamp dimmed due to insufficient fuel, the darkness outside the window gradually brightened.
Finally, the morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, gently illuminating the room filled with various documents and the middle-aged man who had been working all night.
Huff... almost there!
Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, the middle-aged man with graying temples looked at the action files he had organized after staying up all night and nodded in satisfaction. He then stood up, took his coat from the rack, and left the room with the files in hand.
Next was the time for the "decisive battle"!
After glancing at the house in the valley's center, where meetings were held, the seemingly aged middle-aged man walked confidently towards his destination.
To save the kingdom, I have prepared everything to perfection—weapons, equipment, intelligence, and personnel are all impeccable!
Even at the most critical moment, Barton's blessing allowed me to discover a hidden bomb in advance, successfully eliminating a deadly threat.
Turning the corner, he saw a "bear" curled up in the "meeting room," fast asleep on a thickly rolled blanket. The middle-aged man's lips trembled, and his face instantly turned a deep shade of iron blue.
You left yesterday! Why did you come back?
(End of Chapter)
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