When Powell came up with the 'exquisite' idea and planned to implement it, Adrian was making similar plans at the other end. The latter's plan was obviously more rigorous and more organized.
In the furniture store that served as a safe house, Adrian spread out a map from Banshee Castle to Cold Wind City. This was a map that had been repeatedly surveyed and drawn by Cold Wind City caravans and intelligence personnel in the past year, and many of them had never been marked before.
villages and roads appeared.
"According to the lord's order, we have to publicly execute Baron Bishop and use a sensational method to scare the enemy. I originally thought about mobilizing a hunting team to assassinate him, but the lord said there is a simpler way."
Adrian is the person in charge of the task. According to the responsibility system principle of Cold Wind City, even if Mondino and Old Bank have higher status than him, they must obey him when they are deployed.
"Monsignor Hugo said that the alchemy laboratory produced an explosive. It was a mixture of some magic potion and diatomaceous earth. It also produced highly toxic and corrosive gases after the explosion.
But it is a pity that this kind of explosive is less powerful and must be used in sufficient quantity to achieve the desired destructive effect. So the lord sent someone to secretly transport it to me later.
But now the Butchi family has sealed the border. Not only do they charge huge tariffs, they also send wizards to inspect the transported goods. That kind of explosive contains strong magical fluctuations, and it is impossible to deceive wizards.
It is very troublesome to transport a whole carriage of goods from the wild, and it is difficult to enter the Banshee Castle. We have to use roads, so I thought of the corpse collector."
Adrian's idea is similar to Powell's, both relying on the special status of corpse collectors. As for the two chiefs sent to assist...
"Bishop is quite cunning and has many guards around him. There are also many masters in Banshee Castle. It is difficult for me to act openly, and I cannot control the target's trajectory.
Therefore, I need Master Bank to make certain predictions and help me determine Bishop's daily activity patterns. In addition, accidents are likely to occur during the operation, and Master Mondino's assistance is also needed."
The two chiefs had no objection to this and nodded slightly. Only the black cat squatting by the table made a "meow" sound, indicating that he had not yet completed his mission.
A level 10 alchemy beast assassin, even if she was one of our own, made everyone present feel fear in their hearts.
Hugo's strength improves very quickly. Every time he upgrades, he is not the only one, and all the maids are upgraded and strengthened, including the mechanical dragon.
In the eyes of others, Hugo and his personal maid alone can travel wildly in the North. Therefore, people like Old Bank obeyed obediently and did not dare to make any mistakes.
Adrian couldn't just assign this black cat to him at will. He spread his hands and said, "Meow, you can do whatever you want. Just go for a walk around the city and don't get into trouble."
The black cat meowed again, approved the arrangement, and swooped out of the furniture store, disappearing without a trace.
On the other side, Powell felt that he had taken care of the body collector, so he came back to join Johnson.
The illusionist cheered to his companions in an ecstatic tone: "It's really unbelievable. It turns out that many people have the same idea as us."
With ‘many people’ adding ‘the same idea’, Powell instantly felt that something was wrong.
But Johnson was unaware and continued happily: "I found a dozen wizards this afternoon, and all of them expressed their willingness to cooperate. I easily raised 150,000 gold coins."
Hearing that there were funds of 150,000 gold coins, Powell felt better again. He asked: "Where is the money?"
"Of course you won't give it to me now. We won't get the money until we set off." Johnson shrugged, "Besides, there is a little trouble."
Judging from Johnson's expression, Powell felt that something must be in big trouble.
"Those wizards were not worried about handing over the money to us, so they decided to do this deal together." Johnson rubbed his hands with a somewhat embarrassed expression, as if he was considering whether his next words would lead to a beating?
Powell also frowned and waited for a while without waiting for the next sentence. He could only ask Dudu, who was squatting above Johnson, "Has your master promised that the others will also join?"
Dudu didn't answer directly. He tapped Johnson on the head with his paw and said in a regretful tone: "Look, I just said you are smart. How will you divide the money after you have recruited so many people?"
Johnson groaned, not daring to refute his magic pet.
Dudu said to Powell again: "My master not only recruited a dozen wizards to join the gang, but he also shared your idea about the 'corpse collector'."
Johnson quickly interrupted, "I am doing this to increase my persuasiveness, otherwise how could others leave hundreds of thousands of gold coins to us to take care of? Anyway, the profits are so huge, we only need to earn a little bit."
Did you tell it?
Still want to make money?
Powell suddenly became furious and was so angry that he didn't know how to scold him. He looked at his companion blankly and remained silent for a long time, and finally he could only yell:
"Johnson, I've always thought you were a fool. But your ability to be stupid is beyond my imagination.
If you tell others all your trump cards, how can we still make money? Wouldn't it be better for others to do it themselves? Why should we make money?
You have the nerve to come back and seem to have accomplished great things. I've had enough of you, and I've had enough of this stupid bird. Goodbye, I don't want to cooperate with you anymore."
Powell was so mad that he couldn't bear it, and his blood filled with enthusiasm for getting rich became colder and biting than the north wind. He turned around and left the hotel room they rented, opened the door and left without looking back.
Just waiting for everyone to disappear, Dudu whispered in Johnson's ear: "Master, you left out a detail. Don't you want to make it clear?"
Johnson said: "Wait a minute. If we say it in person, Powell will definitely want to beat me to death. It won't be too late to wait until he comes back."
One person and one bird were waiting in the room. Powell had just come down from the second floor of the hotel and was about to leave the door. But before he could reach the door, a wizard wearing a robe came in.
The other party brought two apprentices with him. When he saw Powell, he raised his hands enthusiastically, "Ah... isn't this our dear 'Mr. Fortune'? I'm so happy to see you."
What... Mr. Fortune?
Powell didn't know the other person. However, the wizard who came in came up to talk to him very familiarly, praised him for his courage and courage, and expressed his trust in him and his willingness to cooperate.
Powell couldn't understand it at all. He was full of anger but couldn't be rude to the wizard, so he could only respond with a few words of 'hehehe'.
After chatting for less than two minutes, a carriage rumbled outside the hotel door, and the door turned into the entrance to the vegetable market, and many people came in one after another.
They are either wizards, nobles, or big businessmen, and even include the subjugated people of the Principality of Os.
These people had different backgrounds and identities, but without exception they greeted Powell like old friends and gathered around to praise him loudly for his wisdom and courage.
The more others praised him, the more frightened Powell became. He vaguely realized that the situation was out of control, and it must be Johnson, the bastard, who pushed him into the fire pit behind his back.
At this time, the stairs on the second floor of the hotel.
Dudu grabbed the floor and hung upside down, with half of its head exposed, just in time to see Powell who was surrounded in the hotel lobby. It said to Johnson who was hiding behind the stairs:
"Master, Powell can't get away and has been tricked by you. He definitely won't be able to use his hands to kill you now, but it's hard to say in the future."
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