Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 661: Section 462: Rongma Holiday (Part 1)_2

Chapter 661: Section 462: Rongma Holiday (Part 1)_2

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"Great, Wargen, I knew I could trust you. So, Casaman, what intelligence do you have?"

"This past week, aside from gathering information on the new tenants in the old city district just like Wargen, I’ve also confirmed the midway transfer and route of the gold transport. If our timing is just right when we complete the mission, I suggest we hit the transfer center. There should be plenty of gold bars there. I’ve even had my subordinates confirm the guard rotation times. As long as we can ambush the rotating guards and don their uniforms, we could very well complete our operation without spilling a drop of blood."

"So the guards don’t know each other well?" The Sect Hierarch, now interested, asked.

"They’re not familiar with each other. They use objects to confirm each other’s identities. I’ve seen them comparing objects through a telescope. As long as we find the objects, we can do all this." Casaman had clearly put a lot of effort into this operation.

Even Malin had specifically conveyed this intelligence to him, with the intention of having this cult’s main members enter the transfer center and then be completely wiped out in one fell swoop.

Of course, Malin had even decided who would be the sacrificial pawn—Casaman left the name of an officer he did not get along with to Malin, and during the operation, the action team would deliberately target and kill that officer first, then feign a commotion as if they had killed the wrong person, shifting the blame for being tricked from Casaman to the sacrificial pawn.

Then, as usual, Casaman would lead his men to escape the scene through the underground sewers.

Because both Malin and Casaman felt that an old and frail troublemaker was far easier to deal with than a strong young one.

Moreover, by saving this individual twice, Casaman also got closer to the core of the cult, to verify whether they were indeed colluding in secret with some nobles in the Farole region. If so, Malin would personally ensure they met their end—these traitors would not meet a pleasant fate.

Casaman thought this was a good plan, so the two parties hit it off immediately.

"I think it’s a good idea, Your Excellency. As long as we can kill that little thief, we would have completed the ritual, and then we can take the opportunity to grab a big score before we leave the region and return to our lair," Wargen said.

"I think that’s feasible," the remaining two hurriedly chimed in, showing their solidarity with the cult.

"Very well, Casaman, leave the little thief to Wargen to deal with. Hand over the intelligence you’ve acquired to Wargen, and then go keep an eye on our money," the Sect Hierarch said with a smile.

Casaman saluted, his hand on his chest: "Please leave this matter to me; I will certainly handle it well."

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A certain Mimicking Bird cult was searching for a little thief named Larraya. Malin had confirmed this a week earlier—helplessly, on the streets of Rongma, he had encountered Casaman, and after the two of them got talking, Malin found out what trouble the kid named Larraya had caused.

The kid had actually stolen a Chaos artifact carried by the Mimicking Bird cult’s messenger and even lost it, now hiding while disguised under his "Impersonator" Sequence.

According to Casaman, the cult had spent considerable effort to recover the artifact, but the kid had unscrupulously discarded it into a cesspool.

Therefore, the cult was adamant about not letting him off and was now gathering intelligence, preparing to capture him for a sacrificial offering to the so-called holy artifact.

Malin thought this was ridiculous, holy my ass.

But considering that all the senior members of the cult were currently in Rongma, Malin thought it over and decided to take down them all in one fell swoop, and then there would be no need for further talk, just naming names.

Also, Malin and Casaman had everything prepared, so when the time came, there would be someone to take the fall, and Casaman would still emerge as the hero of the cult. He would even take the Sect Hierarch and a few small fries with him as they escaped—Malin had made sure to have their escape route all mapped out.

For the plan to succeed, Malin had moved many soldiers into the transfer center with the gold carriage over the past week, securing the district where the center was located tightly, inside and out, just waiting for these guys to storm into the transfer center for a door-to-door delivery.

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Of course, to facilitate Casaman and his people’s escape, Malin had specifically dug a so-called self-supervised underground tunnel used for smuggling gold bars.

When the time came, Casaman and his crew could directly leave the scene, emerging in a small building a kilometer away, near the ancient sewers, and then entering the ancient sewers to depart from Rongma.

Of course, there were some details that Malin and Casaman needed to hammer out, so they agreed to meet at a coffee shop in Central Square the next noon. It was close to the transfer center, and Casaman’s presence there could be considered a form of close reconnaissance.

Malin would disguise himself as the beautiful young woman, Malin, for the rendezvous.

Ah, to sweep evil out in one fell swoop, I have made tremendous sacrifices.

Malin placed his hands on his hips for this.

As for that kid Larraya, Malin planned to save him, so Malin decided to go find him tonight, hoping the kid would cooperate with him in staging a play where he pretended to be killed. After all, Casaman had said that he only needed his blood to cleanse the relic. Malin could use a death-row inmate with a similar body type to replace Larraya—since Larraya was a pretender, even if the appearances were different, he could still be passed off as the real Larraya, as presumably no one had seen his true face.

Regarding the death-row inmate, Malin would personally rewrite his memory. Although this man was doomed, his family would receive a sizeable reward, and Malin would promise to take good care of his children, to prevent them from suffering at the hands of a cruel stepfather after their father’s death.

So-called equivalent exchange, making the best use of everything, was the simple truth of the matter.

The old man with white hair knew Malin’s plan and didn’t have much to say. Of course, in his view, the reward for the death-row inmate was too generous, but Malin was now the prince of the nation, and he seemed to also think he could not beat Malin, so in Malin’s opinion, the old man probably preferred to avoid trouble where possible, especially since the money wasn’t coming from the Farol Principality.

Moreover, Malin’s idea to destroy the local Evil God Cult in one fell swoop and capture bigger fish over the long term was more to his liking. Compared to that, he didn’t have much else to say.

However, the old man was interesting, saying that if the kid Larraya was willing to join the military intelligence organization, he would definitely recruit him.

Malin thought this old man indeed had some problems—for if it weren’t for the kid’s heightened vigilance last time, he probably would have died in that safe house. And you still think he might join you? He’d better join Malin. At least Malin’s here setting up an intelligence organization. If he’s willing, he could at least be a manager of sorts.

If he really could make Malin trust him, with his abilities, his achievements would be more than just a manager. In Malin’s view, the kid’s potential was boundless.

But before all that, the Seafloor Base had already claimed Malin’s lunchtime—another wizard gathering was imminent, and Malin was needed to preside over it.

Honestly, ever since learning that wizards could purify their souls using the Holy Oak Tree near the northern part of Carterburg, Malin couldn’t wait to put these wizards at his service.

They would serve Malin, and he would provide them safe purification.

He hoped the attendees would be pleased with the arrangement.

As the host, Malin didn’t need to hide his identity, so he chose to bring Clovis with him to the meeting.

This shelter would be Clovis’s eternal home; Malin never put all his eggs in one basket.

Arriving at the base with Clovis, Malin’s first order of business was to greet Dorothy, "Good afternoon, Dorothy."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malin, and Mrs. Clovis," the artificial intelligence responded to Malin’s greeting in a very cheerful tone, and using her mechanical body, she pushed open the door, "The meeting is about to start, Mr. Malin."

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