What does this mean?
These seemingly random words left Lin De somewhat bewildered.
Is this a warning? Or a cautionary tale?
Although Linde didn't trust this organization with its suspicious name from the beginning, it seems that the information provided by these Shadowbinders Alliance members is quite accurate.
Moreover, the fact that Viscount Swift said the Shadowbinders Alliance was untrustworthy actually boosted Lind's credit rating.
As the old saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
So Linde nodded in agreement and said:
"Indeed, these people don't look like good people, and they've made me do intelligence gathering. Really, don't they know I'm a nobleman?"
Linde feigned resentment, as if he had been insulted.
"Oh? What did those men in black robes say?"
"It's nothing, they just want me to keep an eye on an orc caravan I've seen before. What's so special about an orc caravan?"
Linde waved his hand dismissively, pretending not to care.
"This caravan caused some trouble here. I don't know if it was a rebellion or something, but the leader of the merchants is dead. That little fox spirit was quite pretty. What a pity."
Upon hearing this, Swift pretended to remain calm and asked:
"Is that so? Tell me more."
Hey, they've taken the bait.
Linde deliberately steered the conversation toward the caravan, and Viscount Swift took the bait.
"well……"
Lind sighed and led Swift to the military camp in front of the castle.
"It's quite strange, actually. Before I came to the Fortified City, I had seen this caravan and bought some things from them. It was just a brief encounter."
"Later, after I arrived in the territory, I met a slave trader who said he was from the Shadowbinder Alliance... It was their leader who told me to investigate that orc caravan."
At this point, Swift interrupted Lind and said:
"But a chubby man who doesn't stand out in his appearance? His name is Eugene?"
Linde feigned surprise and asked:
"Does Your Excellency know him?"
Swift smiled and took a sip of tea.
“How could I not recognize a merchant in my city? He’s been stationed here for quite some time.”
Linde feigned anger and said:
"He's the one who asked me to investigate this caravan. When did nobles have to stoop so low as to work for these merchants?"
At this moment, Viscount Swift said:
"That's not how it works. The Shadowbinder Alliance is a powerful and well-connected organization. Although it ostensibly serves the nobility, it has been quite involved in the affairs between the nobility behind the scenes."
"You should say less, those scoundrels behind the wall are just listening from somewhere."
Upon hearing this, Lin De pretended to be startled and cautiously looked around.
Swift witnessed all of this and couldn't help but laugh at him inwardly.
As expected of a dissolute noble brat, he gets so easily alarmed by the smallest thing.
Viscount Swift looked around and saw that Lind had been there for more than half a month and was still living in his tent. What a useless piece of trash.
If I were also a son of an earl, I would have had a castle built long ago and would be sitting inside enjoying my life.
Although there is indeed a considerable amount of cultivated land outside, and the houses are built quite well, unfortunately, they are ultimately not up to par.
After confirming Lind's quality in his mind, Swift went straight to the point and asked about the orc caravan rebellion.
"It's that group of orcs at the gate, they're still holding a funeral. That little fox girl died right next to me, she almost got my clothes dirty, I'm speechless."
After repeatedly tapping around to confirm that Nazra had died beside Lind, Swift felt relieved and changed the subject to other topics.
As dusk fell, Swift, not wanting to linger in this rural place any longer, got up to leave.
"Alright, I don't have anything else to do, so I won't bother you any longer. Herman, let's go."
Just as he stepped out of the tent, Viscount Swift brushed past Lind, and an indescribable smell wafted into Lind's nostrils.
Lind sneezed instinctively.
Swift tightened her clothes and casually said:
"It's still a bit chilly in early spring, Baron Linde, remember to take care of yourself."
After saying that, he left the tent.
At this moment, Lin De verbally agreed without any change in expression, but inwardly, a storm was raging.
Just now, as Viscount Swift brushed past Lind, Lind smelled a familiar scent on him.
Cultists!
Viscount Swift was a cultist!
To confirm its authenticity, Linde even activated his active vision and saw the pulsating 'core' on his chest.
It's almost exactly the same as the one that was in the body of the person in charge before!
Lind forced himself to remain calm and finally managed to see Viscount Swift off without any major incident.
"call……"
Linde let out a breath as he watched the figure disappear from sight.
"Finally, we got rid of that plague god. Damn, I really didn't expect this..."
"It seems the water is deeper than I thought..."
…………
Viscount Swift, having left the Linde territory, was riding his tall horse leisurely along the road.
He's in a good mood now, and he feels he's completely completed the task assigned to him.
That fox-human royalty really did die here, and the even better news is that this silly boy from the count's family is completely unaware of it.
It's hilarious! It seems the plan is progressing faster than expected.
Just now, while he was visiting the Linde territory, he had secretly sent people to investigate the entire Linde territory, especially the fox-people caravan.
Indeed, the fox-people caravan was seen wailing as if in mourning. Although no bodies were found, Lind's reaction suggested that it was almost certainly a corpse.
It's practically impossible for an orc poisoned with the Bone Ember Poison to survive.
The only thing that puzzled him was how this brat managed to kill Manager Muli without saying a word, and without letting a sound out.
Theoretically speaking, some of these cult members should be able to survive.
The fact that not a single one survived really angered him.
"I was hoping to use this to advance my career, but I never expected this kid to thwart it in the end..."
Swift gripped the reins tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and he even exuded an aura of evil.
Even his warhorse was affected and became restless.
Realizing her loss of composure, Swift composed herself and instructed Hermann beside her:
"After returning to Fortified City, secretly forbid these merchants from trading in Linde's territory, and the prices of the goods they purchase will increase by 20%."
"yes."
Herman, who was standing to the side, was unaware of the reason and was about to speak up to remind her when he was shut down by Swift's piercing gaze.
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