Chapter 598: Pincer Attack and Ninth Rank

"Boring tricks."

By the time the so-called discussion regarding the Campbell criminal family concluded, evening was already approaching.

Rod forced a fake smile, passing by the high-ranking officials of the Conscription Corps one by one.

Grand Commander Carter, Deputy Commander Harper, even the critically wounded Deputy Commander Levi, and the Wind of the Hunt's Commander Elf.

The entire group of high-ranking officials.

Not a single one failed to fix their gaze upon him.

I heard a Cardinal of the Yige Sect was also present, but he simply did not appear during this meeting.

Rod lazily disregarded the indifference, hatred, fear, or surprise in their eyes.

Stepping out of the Argyle Manor, which served as the temporary office, the air suddenly felt fresh.

He walked against the flow of the Conscription Corps members, heading toward New Rank Street.

Things have been sensitive lately.

Some people, afraid of the Conscription Corps, did not choose to wander outside, so few restaurants remained open.

The sign recommending the half-cooked roasted meat from the Orc Auntie was still displayed.

Rod curled his lip and pushed the door open to enter.

"My lord Rod!"

The Orc Auntie, still cleaning up, turned around; under the dim yellow light overhead, she smiled warmly.

"Business is still okay?"

"Much worse than before, but fortunately, my lord Rod and others are willing to waive the rent for these days!"

"Heh, mutual benefit, after all."

Just as Rod sat down, the copper bell on the door rang frantically again.

The Witch Dimia, wearing a simple beige wrap dress, panted, sweat on her forehead sticking to her dyed golden hair, her cute childlike face flushed red.

The wrap dress was still the high-waisted type, with a palm-wide strap running from below the chest to the waist.

The strap above was slightly form-fitting, while below it was a normal long skirt.

Not only did it outline and support the Young Lady Witch's soft, massive breasts, but it also made her already not-tall stature appear as if her legs extended from below her chest.

So beautiful.

"Rod!"

"Good evening, come eat together."

"I saw you at the street corner; why didn't you call me to join the meeting?"

"Oh, I heard from Sharon that you had some private matters during this period, so I didn't send anyone."

Rod glanced at Dimia, who was walking over slowly.

Her face was haggard, her eyes full of bloodshot veins.

Looking at her hands again, her right hand was covered in ink and ink stains.

Her left hand was not, but the fingertips seemed shriveled and wrinkled; why, it is so hard to guess.

Rod politely did not elaborate on this matter.

"What do my private matters amount to? If those guys are going to do something to Shi Ying Town again..."

"Humbert is there too, it's fine; moreover, this meeting should have little to do with Shi Ying Town."

The Young Lady Witch took her seat opposite, carrying a faint scent of sweat.

This sweat scent was actually the minty fragrance of mana consumption; one can only say it is no wonder she belongs to a race with mana-filled internal organs.

Naturally, it also carried a seductive hormonal scent.

This Tally often preened herself in front of Rod, so he was quite used to it.

Dimia asked for a glass of water.

After slightly calming her breathing, she wiped the sweat away somewhat embarrassedly.

She reached for her waist, then suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?"

"That... I came out in a hurry... forgot to bring my spell satchel. Rod, do you have a mirror? No, I'll borrow one from the Orc landlady."

"Do you think an Orc would keep a mirror in stock?"

Rod then realized the girl had not put on makeup today, looking much more fresh and clean than before.

Smiling, he handed her a small round mirror with a dark blue mineral-studded back frame.

"It's for you."

"Oh, oh, thank you."

Dimia's face turned crimson; she left her seat and moved slightly away from Rod.

Anyway, there was no one else in the shop, so it didn't matter.

Quickly.

After tidying her appearance for a while, she returned.

"So, what was the content of the meeting?"

"They said they want to join me in punishing the Campbell family, and even invited a bunch of bards to attend as observers; it was very boring."

Rod shrugged, cutting off a piece of well-done beef.

Pink blood juice oozed out, dripping drop by drop...

Hmm...

I forgot that 'well-done' at this Orc steak restaurant actually means medium-rare.

It can only be said that the beastfolk's concept of meat is indeed quite different from that of humans.

Doesn't matter anyway.

One bite.

Dimia knew that the conscription group had once secretly made contact with people from that underworld family, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"What do they want?"

"What else could it be, they want to make a move on me. When the time comes, lead them into the black pit, and with a pincer attack from front and back, heh heh."

The Witch Young Lady immediately grew tense: "You agreed?"

"Of course."

Rod cut off a large chunk of the blood-soaked beef, smiling as he glanced at her wrinkled fingertips.

"I was still worrying about not finding anyone from the Campbell family, and they delivered them right to me."

The conscription group's inn.

In the top-floor room.

Commander Carter sat in his usual spot, a fine wine in a brown-green bottle spinning idly in his hand, his eyes clicking with wonder.

This was a good thing he'd gotten from the cellar beside the Argyle Estate.

Truly unexpected.

The quality of the liquor in this little Shi Ying town was indeed beyond imagination.

Rolling his throat, he still chose to set the bottle down and poured himself a glass of Giant's Brew bought from the Violet Tavern.

That stinky kid Levi's injuries had improved quite a bit, but he was still not fit for drinking; he'd wait until Levi healed before giving it to him.

"Is the Campbell family side settled?"

Cardinal David folded his hands together, leaning on an exquisite gold-inlaid cane.

Old and doddering, he still gazed indifferently at the full view of Shi Ying town outside the window.

"They were still reluctant to give up that hideout, but upon hearing it was an order from Cardinal my lord, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and swallow it. Heh heh, even if they have requests, they must fulfill our demands first. As long as Rod isn't dead, they shouldn't even think about it."

Commander Carter sneered.

After taking a swig of Giant's Brew, his whole person froze for a moment.

It was clearly disgustingly bitter to drink, with even a whiff of urine stench.

But for some reason.

He always felt this taste was very familiar, and seemed... not bad.

He nodded slightly.

The liquor in Shi Ying town really did have something to it.

"Since the experiment is already complete, that place has no further reason to exist, lest we get caught by the tail. Do it cleanly, Commander Carter."

"I understand."

In Cardinal David's drooping, kindly eyes, a strange glint flickered.

Gazing at the shop on the dark New Lanke Street outside the window with a large steak model displayed at its door, its lights still on, an inexplicable unease welled up in his heart.

"Is there a targeted plan?"

"During the day, Vice Commander Haber went to verify it. The Campbell side indeed possesses quite powerful breakthrough defense techniques."

Carter paused, then said: "Mr. Forester's defensive power is astonishing, it's his foundation for survival. As long as it's dispelled, killing him becomes possible. I've heard there have been precedents of it being dispersed."

"Not enough, still not enough."

David shook his head. "The Divine Ascension Blood incident has come to an end. Have the Campbell side go invite a ninth-tier who has returned from Purgatory."

"Is that necessary?"

"If needed, I will personally make a move."

"You, Cardinal my lord?!"

The Commander turned his head in shock, looking at the old man's plain back.

No matter how glorious the record, was one Rod worth deploying two ninth-tiers?

(End of this chapter)