Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 556 - 379: Many Tales of the Small Town (3)_3

Chapter 556: Chapter 379: Many Tales of the Small Town (3)_3

Having finished speaking, he glanced at the window overlooking the street and just happened to see a squirrel leap across the windowsill.

Strange, a squirrel? The squirrels in Pozzoli don’t seem to be this color.

While thinking this, the elder heard his old friend’s call and turned his head, "Taking in the view, have the squirrels stopped fearing humans now?"

"Of course, there’s too little meat on a squirrel. With that effort, you might as well go to the seashore and find a big crab, enough to feed a family for two days." His Excellency Bishop sighed, whilst dealing a deck of cards from the opened box: "Old rules, you shuffle first."

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Having purchased enough dry goods, Faye was letting the backup supplies lead the goods to the post office. Due to the existence of the backup supplies, the girls encountered no trouble at all—after all, it had been eating well and had grown bigger, anyone daring to cause trouble had to be a gentleman in its presence.

Salis confirmed the target, near the southern gate a block away, that red three-story building, I see the target on the second floor... he appears to be angry, throwing things around.

Maya sat on the back of the backup supplies, using shared vision to confirm the half-human’s location: "Do you need me to set the coordinates?"

"No need," Faye replied, "We’ll set the coordinates right underneath the Central Bell Tower, teleport over and then do a second transfer, bringing Salis with us, we’ll need him then."

"Alright, I’ve recorded the coordinates near the Bell Tower, I just don’t know if Farole’s city has any Array surveillance for teleportation gates," Maya voiced her slight concern.

"They use the old Tyrol surveillance Arrays, we have at least seven ways to bypass them," Faye turned his head to look at Jessica: "Have you confirmed the location there?"

"Yes, from the map, there are three positions that can see the gate, and from here at the Bell Tower, we can have the clearest direct view. Just for safety, we will have to jam the mechanical structure of the Bell Tower, otherwise, anyone on top would have their eardrums burst." While saying this, Jessica was quickly sketching routes on the map in her hands: "After we’ve taken out the target, we can run. I think the carriage idea is a bit silly; the roads here are too narrow."

"We just need them to think we left by carriage. The carriage will eventually stop near the nearby riverbank, the horses will be killed and dealt with, and the carriage will be shattered by a Spell Formation then sunk to the riverbed, silt and time will take care of everything, just like how the Church deals with things." Saying this, Faye noticed Milani, the little squirrel, suddenly jumping onto his hand.

"Maya, it has something to say."

"Milani saw that white-haired old man, from the Hemingway place, sitting with three other elders, right across the street." Maya finished speaking and glanced across the street, spotting a sign—Pozzoli Chess Club.

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That damned old fool! He knows jack shit!

Jefflyn smashed the glass in his hand, threw the bottle against the wall, and trampled the expensive carpet underfoot.

Catalia Hemingway, he had no idea how his subordinates had survived all these years, how had he himself survived? It was with the help of his brothers! They fought tooth and nail alongside Jefflyn!

That fire-stoking Gnome certainly deserved to die! But the Dwarves brothers and the other brothers shouldn’t have! The Dwarves brothers had saved Jefflyn more than once, and he had sworn to repay them. Every time they distributed money or praise, they would receive more than the others, and although the Dwarves never spoke of it, whenever Jefflyn had a job, they were the ones in the vanguard.

Just because that idiot stoked a fire, he’s dead... Damn it! Are they Nobles human and us commoners not?!

Were they not brothers, were those high and mighty guys sitting in their offices supposed to be his brothers?

No, never, they were never brothers, not even Catalia the old fart ever saw him as human.

Having washed away his grief and rage, Jefflyn collapsed onto the sofa.

In the face of anger and reality, Jefflyn ultimately chose reality. He decided to send everyone out tomorrow to find that target, no matter what, he still wanted to live, not waste his time in this damned Brotherhood.

Being a half-human, he didn’t have much time to waste.

He wanted to be buried next to his parents, not discarded by the roadside someday after his death.

If people don’t take care of themselves, they are doomed to destruction.

With that thought, Jefflyn stood up.

He would have the maid come and clean up while also dispatching his people. After all, besides the target, there was also the trouble with Lord Malin—it was not his wish to cross Malin, going head-to-head with the favored child of the Church head was undoubtedly the quickest way to seek death in this world.

But if he couldn’t find the one who stole the wallet, Malin was a being capable of rage at any moment, and nobody would blame Malin for Jefflyn’s death.

So what Jefflyn was doing now was not helping Malin, but helping himself.

After ringing the bell, when the maid inquired, Jefflyn told her to come up and clean, just that he had broken some things.

Then, Jefflyn opened the window; he needed to disperse the smell of alcohol.

As he opened the window, he saw an eagle, a pair of blue eyes... quite beautiful.

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