Chapter 132: Intelligence (A Tribute to Alliance Leader Yushin Jiangxiangluan!)

September 5th, Sunday, night.

Aaron once again obtained intelligence from the Iron Fist Gang, learning that there was a gathering tonight.

He put on the "Rapier" mask, passed the inspection by the ugly, hunchbacked gatekeeper, and entered the underground space.

He was very expectant about this trade, because he might be able to gain something from "Cleric" Nicholas Inamu.

After sitting down, Aaron habitually looked around and saw the "Cleric," who also nodded at him.

Seeing this, Aaron felt a weight lift from his heart, knowing that the final piece of the "Light Shepherd" puzzle was within reach.

After confirming this, he relaxed his posture and leaned back into the high-backed chair, sizing up the traders attending the meeting.

"Hehe..." Aaron smiled with an air of mystery and said nothing.

Finally, after the trading session began, an attendant handed a note to him.

In the "Golden Marigold" room.

Nicholas said firmly.

The request session continued, and when it was Aaron's turn, he reported his needs as usual, while feeling somewhat vigilant inside.

Immediately, he saw Clark press down on Bruce's shoulder, causing the other party to swallow back the words he wanted to say.

'Hmm, Clark and Bruce are here too... Miss "White Dove" is also here... She cannot recognize that I am the God's Messenger from that day, but her gaze is slightly evasive; is this because she feels guilty after selling the "Rapier" to the God's Messenger?'

'But... I only have over five hundred Pounds on me... Among this, Clark's employment fee and the Iron Fist Gang's contribution fee take up the bulk, but I still need to spend on daily expenses, and I still need to pay the wages of several maids; Sylvia is even planning to long-term rent a luxury carriage, after all, taking rental carriages often is not dignified...'

Aaron crossed his fingers and placed them on his knees, saying very leisurely.

Aaron pushed open the private room door and saw the "Cleric" Nicholas Inamu sitting and waiting.

The man in black who had just been watched by Aaron stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "I am 'Hound'! A former collaborator of 'Beast'; although he is dead, we are still looking for companions to explore ruins. Those interested in this can come find me!"

He behaved very normally and remained silent during the free exchange session.

'This "Hound," coming from the organization that might exist behind "Beast," is this fishing? No wonder he had a faint hostility toward everyone at the beginning; because he looks at everyone like a murderer?'

'Clark is as cautious as ever... Is it because the death of "Beast" makes him suspect the danger in the ruins is too great? He has already had a significant improvement, comparable to an Extraordinary of the Third Primordial Substance, yet he is still so afraid of death...'

Aaron analyzed Liliyat's reaction with amusement, his expression under the mask suddenly shifting.

Immediately, he saw the body of Nicholas, covered under his robe, tremble slightly: "Impossible..."

He sat down opposite Nicholas, idly toying with a Pound coin in his hand.

Aaron glanced at a glowing feather well-preserved inside a box; it was about a foot long, entirely crimson, yet blooming with a layer of hazy white Light around it.

"..."

Aaron looked at "Hound" calmly, as if the person who killed "Beast" was not himself.

Liliyat was accustomed to this; even for the believers of the Ages, it was impossible to receive a response every time they offered a Prayer.

He glanced at the "Cleric" but brought up another topic: "Are you interested in the fallen Cleric of the Green Forest Cathedral? I have a very interesting piece of intelligence in my hands..."

As someone who had once traded with "Beast," "Rapier" was likely a key target of observation for "Hound."

He tapped his mask and looked at a strange man in black.

"This is exactly why I have been craving the inheritance of 'Yao'! The church is too corrupt... We need the salvation of Light!"

Aaron spoke slowly.

"You are a gentleman full of justice!" Aaron was waiting for this exact line.

"White Dove" Liliyat felt a moment of temptation, but quickly suppressed it.

Immediately, whether it was the intuition of his own Spirituality or the result of divination, both told him the authenticity of the Spirit Material before him.

Seeing this, Nicholas instead became hesitant: "If it is truly valuable intelligence, I can purchase it..."

'It is more like a state of generalized hostility where the enemy is known to be among a group, but no definite target can be found...'

Nicholas shook his head, his tone slightly hesitant.

"I have obtained a complete feather of a Sun Bird; this is a relatively high-level material in the domain of 'Yao'..."

His own sense of danger made him feel a faint sense of peril and hostility, but not much.

She had been praying devoutly to the "Spirit of Falsehood" these days, but had not received a response.

Aaron looked deeply at this man in black and remembered him.

"How can you ensure the intelligence is correct... and not misled?" Nicholas took a deep breath and asked in return.

Even with a fixed Ritual, it would at most attract the instinctive feedback of the power of the Ages, rather than the gaze of the Ages!

Aaron saw that Liliyat did not speak and felt somewhat relieved.

"Alright... I will say a little first, you weigh the value... First, Chris is just a scapegoat! He was framed... The mastermind behind the Benjamin case is not him!"

A moment later, "Jazz" held a candlestick, walked to his seat, looked around, and said in a low voice: "Recently there has been a big client, and my share of potions has been prioritized for them, so I am not trading any items this time."

'Be cautious, Liliyat!' She said to herself in her heart: 'Besides being interested in the Sotos great nobles, who are my ancestors, another reason I wanted to find that ruin before was to find the source of the ring's curse... Now that the second goal has been resolved, I cannot appear too anxious... At least, I must first discuss it with my Lord's messenger...'

Aaron's thoughts wandered, but he still maintained his persona as a "wealthy man," leaning back on the sofa and chuckling: "Very good... It perfectly satisfies my needs; 750 Pounds is worth the price!"

Nicholas glanced at Aaron with speculation in his eyes and opened a copper box on the table: "750 Pounds! This is its price, and my commission is included in it..."

"Very good..."

"Cleric Chris has already received the sanction of the law..."

"Believe it or not, do you want to continue listening? The following is paid content..."

"Next, allow me to introduce a newcomer to everyone—Mr. 'Hound'!"

"Can we ask Mr. 'Jazz' to guarantee it? It seems he has such a service?" Aaron had already thought of the follow-up.

It was clear that Nicholas was struggling; he let out a long breath: "No need, you tell me directly, I will verify it myself; the fewer people who know this news, the better!"

(End of chapter)