CIATB Chapter 711 Targetted
Chapter 711 Targetted
Meanwhile, Ero mapped out the sentries and gathered as much information as possible about the level of people here. Seto had just found where the Re
"Bastards bastards I hope they all fall to hell," Balon yelled like a shrew, while her son nodded, punching his fist to his palm as if it was the face of his enemy.
"I swear, I'll teach em a lesson myself someday!"
This happened to have been heard by Seto, who grinned, realizing it was finally his chance! He followed the pair as they dragged themselves and headed towards the dormitory.
At the very least, they had enough money (much of which were taken from Amos' salaries while he was here) to ensure they had a roof on their heads.
However, the cost of the food and other things had risen since the first aborigine guests arrived. Something about balancing things out to the outside world, but they didn't understand it nor did they care.
The month salary left by Amos was gone in a day. They were hungry and they wanted to smack those jerks to pieces!!
They neared their dormitory while cursing, with the few people stepping away—not in fear, but in disgust. They were too immersed in their annoyance to notice though. In fact, if the people didn't give way, they'd have bumped into them.
Before they entered the dorm premises though, a whisper came from a small alley, making them halt their steps.
"Hey, what about we give you a deal."
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After a bit more study, the Guians met the others in the viewing deck
At this point, Garan had long left them after a non-productive talk. They rented a gazebo there to discuss, though some couldn't help but admire the designs.
"This is pretty cool," they said. After all, such an aesthetic thing wasn't normally found in villages, or maybe even in towns. Even if it was, it wasn't accessible to non-nobles at all.
It didn't help that the sun was setting and the view in their area was magnificent.
They couldn't bear to destroy this. But then they knew the lord wouldn't either—after all, it would be his property, so they let go of their worries.
But then he met the lord's eyes staring at them and tensed. "What have you found about the lord?" he asked.
"There is no one who has claimed the lordship since it was established," Ero said, making Seto look at him.
"Why would they do that?"
"Who knows how these inferior creatures think."
Seto looked at the lord and told him of what he discovered. "It was Ms. Mathilda, the elder of Diplomacy, who is the most likely target. She had been here almost as soon as it was established and her influence is palpable."
"What about professionals?"
"There are an amazing number of professionals here and elementalists," he paused, heaving a deep breath. "I have never seen so many milord. It's like every one of them triggered something."
"They're weak, but that's because they have just awakened."
There was silence around them. The longer they stayed here, the more their arrogance got toned down.
Baltimore's eyes were dark. "We have to attack before they gather strength."
The men nodded at this, already imagining the win.
Imagine defeating this place. At worst, they would get half as slaves. How many elementalists would that give them?
The greed in Baltimore and his men's hearts heated up.
"What about the people behind the unique things here?"
"The main person to target, milord, is a woman named Althea Witt," Seto said.
"Oh?" Did they finally get some information?
"She is the elder of Plant Studies, and is responsible for a lot of the things we see in Alterra. Also, milord, she's the most beautiful woman I've seen."
Baltimore looked on with interest.
Although he could just force her to work for him, especially after the war, after so many years he had come to realize those who were not forced—or more accurately, those who believed they were not forced—worked best.
At the very least, they were the ones who didn't kill themselves.
Look at Piko here. The first few years he became a slave, the number of times he tried to take his own life was innumerable. He usually didn't complete it or survive by some miracle. But Baltimore realized the slave's worth and made a promise he may or may not keep.
That was what he planned to do to that woman.
"Find out more about her," he ordered. "Find her weaknesses.
"I want her."