Don't move, it's a robbery!

(˶╹ꇴ╹˶): "Hahaha~"

"What are you laughing at?"

(˶╹ꇴ╹˶): "I remembered something happy."

"What made you happy?"

(˶╹ꇴ╹˶): "I ate the tribute food, and it tasted amazing."

"Oh, so that's what it was about. I thought you were making fun of me. By the way, you won't laugh at me for what happened just now, will you?"

(˶╹ꇴ╹˶): "I can't lie, so I choose not to say it."

Faced with the sarcastic tone of "West Copper," I sighed helplessly.

Honestly, I don't really care about a few dancers. If I really cared about them, I would have paid them to keep me company when I watched their performances before. But I didn't, which means I didn't have that kind of thought at all. I just wanted to experience the story told by the bards.

(˶╹ꇴ╹˶): "Yes, yes, that's a great explanation, it will definitely convince a lot of people."

"Shut up, can't you see I'm lurking?"

I silenced 'West Copper' and then quietly peered into the military camp.

Perhaps because the prisons were already full, most of the citizens arrested last night were detained in the military camp. Due to the suddenness of the incident, the military camp did not have enough cages prepared, so they simply fenced off an open area, built a fence around it, and created an open-air temporary prison.

Letting people out is easy; these fences can be pushed down with a push. But there are quite a few soldiers around, and this is a military camp, so a large number of people can rush out afterward.

To ensure the safe escape of these innocent civilians, I must find a way to deal with the soldiers in the military camp.

A direct breakthrough is basically impossible; there are over 3 people here. Even if they just fire arrows randomly, I'll be forced to run away with my tail between my legs.

Creating chaos won't work either. I used up all those gangsters yesterday. They're either already killed or locked up here. Without their help to create trouble, I can't even lure the tiger away from the mountain.

In that case, the only option is to kidnap high-ranking military officers and force them to issue orders.

I waited patiently, hoping to find the commander alone. And I was lucky today. After only two hours, a man who looked like a commander left the military camp and headed to the commercial district.

The only problem was that he had brought a lot of people with him, more than 30 in total.

Kidnapping someone in broad daylight is no easy feat, especially in front of so many soldiers. I could only follow him quietly, hoping to see where he was headed.

Then I discovered that this guy had brought people to the Green Flag Society, and besides him, there was also a military nobleman there. This guy also brought more than 30 people, most of whom were soldiers, and there was also a nobleman wearing shackles.

Well, they're really on guard. I wonder who they're trying to protect themselves from.

Compared to open ground, there's a greater chance of being alone indoors. So after the two entered the Green Flag Society's house, I quietly climbed in through a second-floor window.

As soon as I entered, I discovered that there were other people in the room.

Several people dressed as craftsmen were carving some kind of claw-shaped mold in the room. They were so focused that they didn't even notice that there was another person in the room.

I didn't know why they were here. To avoid alerting them, and since they hadn't noticed me, I didn't attack them. I just quietly slipped out of the room and continued chasing after the commander.

After searching for a while, I quickly found the room where the commander had entered, because there were many soldiers standing outside.

I pressed my ear against the wall, trying to hear what they were saying inside, but the walls seemed to be soundproof, and I couldn't hear anything clearly.

Just then, I suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

The smell produced by the mixture of spices and sleeping powder immediately alerted me. I quickly climbed up to the ceiling, wary of any potential enemies. But I soon realized that the sleeping powder wasn't aimed at me, because the soldiers guarding the room's door were also somewhat drowsy.

Oh, it seems there's another conspiracy brewing.

I waited silently for a while, and then I found that the door to the room had been opened. The commander and the nobles who had gone in earlier were all injured and were trying to escape outside.

Unfortunately, they had only taken a few steps when they were blocked by a group of assassins.

"You broker! You damned bastard!"

The nobleman's roar went unanswered. The assassins swarmed forward, quickly subdued the two men, and soon they were taken back to their room.

I glanced around curiously and found that there were still quite a few people in the room. The prisoner who had been brought by the military nobles had been unshackled and was hiding behind a chair in fear and trepidation. In the main seat of the room sat a middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor.

"There's no need to be so angry, Sir Bart. This is the Lord's order; I was merely following orders."

"Impossible! This absolutely could not be the City Lord's order! You despicable villain! You must have tampered with the City Lord's order! We will not let you get away with this!"

"I understand your interest, but I urge you to face reality sooner rather than later. There's no point in deceiving yourself. Also, thank you for bringing Mr. Santorsen over."

Hmm? That name sounds familiar.

I peeked out from the ceiling with difficulty to check the situation inside the room, and found that the guy hiding behind the chair was none other than my old friend Santos.

When did this guy arrive in Mogosloar? And how did he become a nobleman?

"Mr. Santos, you need not worry. It was all a misunderstanding. I apologize on behalf of the city lord for what you have experienced these past two days. Also, regarding your suggestion to release the slaves, the city lord has given his permission. However, as you have seen the situation in the city, we can only release a small number of slaves to prevent further chaos."

Hiss! Freeing slaves?! Santors is something else, daring to make such an outrageous request of the city lord, his skills are growing!

"In addition, I would like to ask you to convey our wishes to the chivalrous thief. As long as the chivalrous thief is willing, we can discuss the matter of the ruins and the hero's relics at any time. I have prepared a gift for him, and I guarantee that the chivalrous thief will like it."

Huh?! What's going on? How did they start negotiating? And why is it Santorion who's delivering the message? Could it be that Santorion impersonated my messenger and went to the city lord to demand the hero's relics?

Wow! It's not impossible! When the Balbo people went to Linde City, they wanted to seize the 'tribute'. Now that they've come to Mogoslor, they must be after the 'Azure Peak'!

That's ruthless! Decisive! And incredibly audacious, daring to even wear my tiger skin just to get what you want!

I couldn't help but squint and carefully observe their every move. Santos was still putting on a show of fear and trepidation as usual. Yet, this same person was extremely good at hiding, deceiving, and putting on airs, and could even use them to achieve his own goals.

Perhaps I should learn from Santos.

Of course, that's for the future. Right now, I need to focus on releasing the prisoners in the military camp.

Just as I was pondering how to take advantage of the situation, the middle-aged man who had spoken earlier spoke up again, and he dropped another bombshell on me.

"Mr. Santors, please inform the rogue that the Desert Gods will launch their attack tonight."