Form a caravan

"Your little thing is interesting. I took it out for you. You know what to do."

The profiteer snapped his fingers, and Robbie disappeared from the ground, replaced by a metal ball in his hand. The think tank stared at it with a pale face and a look of fear.

"He took the initiative to find me. He was a man wearing a black mask, with the aura of a noble. He claimed that he could help me control the Black Zone. I knew that thing was unreliable! I have never used the silver ball actively, and I don't know how it got into my body!"

"It seems that you were already infected when you met him. The person you came into contact with had no intention of leaving anyone alive from the beginning."

"That guy...!"

The think tank gnashed his teeth and suddenly remembered something: "I also know that his right leg is lame. Although he tried his best to cover it up, it couldn't escape my eyes."

The lame nobles... we'll have to ask the Luo family to find them. The profiteer crushed the metal ball and said, "These people are in your hands. Monitor those who have recently left Partington, especially those who have gone west through gray means. I need detailed intelligence."

Bai bowed his head: "Yes, Master."

"As for you..."

The profiteer glanced at the rest of the people, and before he could speak, the group headed by the think tank hurriedly said, "We are willing to submit to the Black Forest Tavern!"

The black-robed merchant smiled and said, "Swear on your lives that you will never betray me?"

Everyone was cutting nails and cutting iron, fearing that if they were a step slower, they would follow in the footsteps of the troublemaker: "Never!"

The sound of imaginary treasures falling to the ground was endless. The person who made the promise was stunned, and then he realized that he might have stepped onto a pirate ship.

But facing Bai's gaze, they could not say anything even if they had complaints, and everyone competed to show their loyalty. For a while, the atmosphere was harmonious, and the brothers were friendly and respectful to each other on the corpse of the former boss. When they finally finished flattering, they looked up and found that the black-robed merchant had disappeared.

Bai glanced at them indifferently, and lazily nestled on the couch. It was not difficult for him to climb over, but it would definitely be more comfortable to sit. The man who carried the couch had obvious sweat on his forehead. Xibai patted the edge of the couch with his tail tip, and he said calmly.

"What are you still standing there for? The master has already left. Come back with me."

From this moment on, there is only one ruler left in the Black Zone.

That is the uncrowned king hidden behind the power of the Black Forest Tavern.

.......

The Luo family and the Black Forest Tavern were both very quick. The unscrupulous businessman received the report the next afternoon, and Shaken approached Oreius.

"This is the most recent list of people who have left Partington. All that can be found are here. And the lame nobles you mentioned, there are 65 of them in Partington."

Shaken had two big dark circles under his eyes and slapped a few pieces of paper on the table.

The red-haired young man took the document and asked casually, "Thank you. Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?"

The blond nobleman's face suddenly darkened.

"It's all because of those damned Black Mist followers. What on earth is wrong with the Barritt family that they have to collude with them? The association has ordered a thorough investigation of the internal situations of various noble families. Those guys are more difficult to deal with than one another, so we have to let the members of the Twelve Round Table families lead the team and go into battle in person."

At this point, his expression was already quite broken: "Aibo has been unable to find anyone for some time. Dan has gone to their house many times before. Now I am responsible for leading the team to search the family in Garcia. Every time I go, I am regarded as someone looking for trouble."

In just a few words, he expressed countless sorrows. Being a mortal enemy was a misfortune, but he still needed the other party to cooperate with him.

Aurelius was speechless for a moment, so he could only pat the other person on the shoulder encouragingly: "Come on."

Facing Shaken's resentful gaze, he flipped through the list and combined it with the intelligence he had received from the profiteer.

The teams heading to the West recently mainly belong to some chambers of commerce, the five major families in the West, and the Brainworm Family. Due to the intense war in the West and the tight control of the noble association, not many people went to the West through gray means. Only some black arms dealers tried to get through, but the results were not satisfactory.

Oreius focused his attention on the list brought by Shaken. These chambers of commerce traveled between Partington and the West all year round, doing business as itinerant merchants, and were also the next trading targets that the profiteers were ready to approach.

The Western family needs to go back to defend, they have stayed in Partington long enough. The Brainworm family is the battlefield commander, there is nothing wrong with them going to the West.

The problem is that the Black Mist Line has been plagued by problems recently, and the Western Family is suspected of being involved; especially the Siren Family, who belong to the new faction and share the same stance as Garcia; the Brainworm is Garcia's ally.

The three most likely members of the lame noble family also happened to come from these three forces. Oreius wrote them all down and planned to find a way to contact them later.

Finally, he wrote a name at the top of the information, which was also the person he suspected the most so far.

amber garcia.

This person always stirs up blood and gore wherever he goes, and for some reason he is always entangled in black fog incidents.

At the Black Mist Border, he found the location of the [Green Mist Tree] and was always able to find the location of the Black Mist followers first; in the Bloodline Academy, it was he and Sevich who caused the explosion that made the monsters appear; and Chief Barrit, a Black Mist follower, was his follower.

It has been a few days since the fourth Black Mist Trial, and even Bai and the others have found out something. If Ai Bo wants to avenge his brother, he can't remain silent. The red-haired young man has a premonition that the other party must be a complicated person.

He stroked his chin and suddenly asked, "Do you think it's possible for me to invite Ai Bo to go west?"

Shaken looked at him in horror: "Are you crazy!?"

"I didn’t."

"You are crazy, how can you have such an idea? Do you know who you invited? It's Garcia! They want to eat our family alive recently."

But there is no risk without risk, and there is no more effective way than to verify the opponent with your own eyes. If Aibo is really a believer of the Black Mist, he will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to do something.

As long as he caught the flaw in his plan, he would have solved a major problem.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Shaken's mouth twitched: "Okay, okay, I can help you deliver the message, but whether it succeeds or not is none of my business."

"One more thing." Oleus suddenly remembered something. He had been too busy recently and had no time to do it. "Do you know where the Rodney family is?"

"Rodney..." Shaken thought for a moment, "Which knight family are you talking about?"

"right."

"More than a decade ago, there was a relatively large monster invasion on the western border. At that time, the first Black Mist counterattack plan failed and the manpower was weak. The central region organized a group of supporters, and the Rodney family all went to the west."

The blond nobleman paused and whispered, "This family is quite famous, but knights are no longer suitable for this era. If you go to the dark fog in the west and see graves buried deep in the ground, maybe one of them belongs to them."

They were all brave warriors, but their bravery was not enough to defeat the terrifying monsters, nor was it enough to defeat the surging black fog.

Aurelius was speechless for a moment. Shaken asked, "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

"Nothing, it just occurred to me."

The red-haired young man changed the subject: "Please help me send a message to Aibo. Tell him that I found out that the Black Mist followers are going west, and I plan to go with a caravan. Ask him if he is willing to join me."

Shaken was bewildered: "How come I didn't know there were caravans heading west? Haven't all those who are qualified to go already left?"

The red-haired young man replied: "Now I have it."

At the same time, a profiteer just walked out of a chamber of commerce in Partington City.

In the early years, this guild was a member of the city of Partington that could not be underestimated. But with the old man in charge, Mai, the caravan had no successors and gradually declined.

However, due to its origin as a merchant, it retains a precious title: the qualification to pass to the West.

An energetic old businessman personally escorted the profiteer out. The old businessman was all smiles, and even the strange mask on the black-robed businessman's face became a symbol of mystery in his eyes.

"I am old, so I am not worthy of being called an elder. Mr. Swindler, are you interested in joining our Chamber of Commerce? My daughter is naturally beautiful..."

The profiteer shook the other person's hand, cleverly interrupting the next words.

"Why do we need to maintain our friendship like this? You and I hit it off right away. I hope you will take care of us when we interact with each other in the future."

The old merchant immediately forgot what he was about to say and said enthusiastically, "No problem. Thanks to your financial support, our Chamber of Commerce has been able to raise enough funds to go to the west this time. We will definitely follow your requirements and form a qualified caravan in three days."

"I'm very optimistic about you. Your Chamber of Commerce is already in a trough. As long as you succeed in this gamble, all your investments will pay off."

Establishing a Chamber of Commerce in Partington is likely to be squeezed out by the local Chamber of Commerce, so the best way is to acquire it.

But there was another reason why the profiteer chose this place. As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently turned to the middle-aged man standing behind an old businessman.

This man was thin and had a disabled right leg. He was listening to the conversation between the two people in silence.

He is a descendant of a noble family who has fallen on hard times, and one of the most likely candidates on the list. His right leg was injured in a battle, so he became a guard at this guild.

The profiteer withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "Money is not a problem, please be sure to do what I ask."

"I understand. But your request is really strange. The caravan must recruit people from outside without checking their backgrounds. How can we be assured if we use them this way?"

The old businessman murmured something strange, but finally compromised for the sake of money.

The profiteer smiled and said nothing, this was not a caravan for making money.

He just hoped that the Black Mist followers would not disappoint him. This caravan had all the elements together and was the perfect choice for the Black Mist followers in the city to sneak across the border.

They'd better come faster and faster, and find out Ai Bo's background so that they can catch him in one fell swoop.

The various forces were entangled with each other, and both the profiteers and Aurelius were busy. Time passed in a flash and it was night.

The street lights came on one by one, and when everyone was sleeping soundly, an uninvited guest came to the Luo family.

“Knock knock.”

There was a knock on the window. The red-haired young man lying on the bed immediately turned over and sat up, and his right hand touched the sword beside him.

There was a rustling sound, and he opened the window. A faceless puppet was floating outside the window, bathing in the moonlight and staring at him.

The red-haired young man quickly recognized the other person's identity. The puppet landed lightly on the window. He was the only one who could come and go freely in the Luo family.

As expected, the puppet knelt down and bowed gracefully to him, then spoke calmly.

"Gui'an, Mr. Aureus, the president of the council wants to see you."