Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

"This is the most barren region. The company will not deploy troops here. It is enough to guard the more inland cities. Only the poor gather here, and the company has no interest in the poor."

Big Bob seemed to know this place very well. On the way, he mentioned that he used to work as a gold hunter, so it was normal for him to be familiar with the area.

As for how to find the treasure, they had nothing in their hands, neither a treasure map nor a specific direction, so that was definitely not going to work.

However, Big Bob acted as if nothing would be a problem as long as he followed me, so it seems this guy has his own methods.

“This is the generation we need. Security in big cities is very high, making it difficult for us to infiltrate, let alone obtain intelligence.”

The man ordered his men to find a place to set up camp. The barren area was relatively safe here, although it was very chaotic. Kazimir was one of the gathering places for mercenaries. Apart from the deserts and Kazdel, which were surrounded by no-man's-land, there was only Kazimir.

This place is home to countless bounty hunters, bandits, gold prospectors, robbers, wanderers, and even monsters and bizarre legends from the wasteland—you name it.

However, since the company has almost no facilities here, it is essentially an undefended zone. As long as no one recklessly invades the city of Kazimierz, the company turns a blind eye to this gray area.

After all, the existence of gray areas indicates business opportunities; even companies can do business in such places.

The Reunion Movement, known as the White Masks, is naturally safer here because of its large numbers and influence; it's much better than being dealt a heavy blow by the company's power.

"I plan to look for opportunities here. There must be many intelligence dealers around here, and I'm sure I can find out a lot of useful information."

The man pointed to a point on the suggested map and said.

That's a nearby town. This map is quite old, but after all these years, whether that town still exists is questionable.

"I used to work in this area as a bounty hunter. Towns generally don't move around unless there's a major catastrophe, so..."

Do you want to come?

Big Bob was ostensibly inviting his superior, the warlord, to go along, but in reality, he was just putting on a show.

Since it's surveillance, the other party will definitely go even if you don't invite them, so you might as well give them face.

The woman nodded.

"Let's go to Armadillo Town first. Too many people will only attract unwanted attention. It will be easier if there are only two of us."

P.S.: I'll stop here for now and continue updating later.

Chapter 270, Section 294: [New Intelligence]

Armadillo Town.

It's a godforsaken place that's almost as bad as some nameless little town.

In the dilapidated tavern, it was common to smash windows and throw out drunken brawlers.

Although Kazimierz is a kingdom of knights, knights are mostly titles, and the vast majority of people are still just poor people.

Moreover, this is a poor place where even the company is too lazy to care about it.

A place where people from all walks of life gather.

Stepping onto the road surface that had been crushed for years and turned into gravel, I looked at this dusty little town.

The vast majority of the houses were made of wood, with carriages and dilapidated land vehicles mixed together.

Ignoring the surrounding noise and the suggestive glances from the streetwalkers, Big Bob, who was fairly familiar with the area, headed toward one of the pubs.

Even inferior alcohol is still alcohol; though it may irritate the cheeks, it's enough to numb the nerves of many poor people, allowing them to continue living in a daze.

But this place is clearly different; it's much cleaner than other places.

It was also much darker; the upper level was just an ordinary shop, but there was clearly a staircase leading to the lower level.

The man walked effortlessly through the store and headed down the stairs.

After walking through the dimly lit corridor, I finally saw the tavern's door.

And there was the burly man at the entrance. He looked quite robust, wearing a black suit, and stood at the door like a guardian deity, separating the inner cubicle from the outer meeting area.

Of course, Big Bob wasn't looking for him; he was looking for an acquaintance of his.

"No unauthorized personnel allowed."

Since the man had said that, the big man certainly wouldn't let the two guys who looked like outsiders pass.

However, Big Bob just casually took some money out.

“Brother, we have a big business deal and we need to see your boss, Boris.”

"...You know the boss, huh? Be careful, this isn't a place for outsiders like you."

The gatekeeper accepted the money, waved his hand, and gestured for them to go inside quickly.

As the saying goes, you hear a voice before you see it. Before the two even entered, they could already hear the somewhat slick and sarcastic voice coming from the cubicle.

"Of course, of course, business is naturally good business, hehehe. Peter, you should know that God is forgiving and merciful. It only takes a little bit to get enough money from those young people to buy their sins."

"Five hundred thousand, of course, absolutely not less. God's mercy isn't so cheap... Sigh?"

It was a somewhat thin, black duck, looking rather comical in its top hat and black sunglasses. Its black church attire and round black sunglasses perched on its nose only enhanced the comical effect.

A glib and smooth-talking first impression.

The fake priest seemed to be discussing business, but his shifty eyes caught sight of the people entering through the corner of his glasses. They were two people in white uniforms, one of whom was covered by a large suit of armor, with his head completely obscured by a full-face helmet, making it impossible to tell their race. The other was a tall, silver-haired Agor.

Judging from the style of the uniform and the orange-red X symbol on it, it is clearly an organization that has been quite active recently.

What are those people in white masks doing here?

The duck priest remained calm and composed. People come and go for profit, and as long as there is negotiation, there is something to gain.

For businessmen, there are no enemies who cannot cooperate. As long as there is profit, they can always take a long time to negotiate.

“Oh, Peter, I have a guest! We’ll talk later, my lost sheep, may the Lord bless you.”

With a "snap," the phone was hastily snatched away, and the man smiled.

"O lost lamb of the Lord, you have come to receive God's grace and baptism."

“The fake priest is me, Bob.”

Big Bob seemed to recognize the duck and sat down directly in the chair opposite the priest. His height of over 1.9 meters exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Sodium chloride sat to the side, arms crossed, adopting a hands-off approach.

"Bob? Ah, it's you, Bob! Long time no see! Where have you been making your fortune lately?"

"Stop changing the subject, fake priest. You must have heard the rumors about the treasure lately."

"Oh, you can't say that, Bob. I'm an honest and trustworthy person, and I've never heard of any treasure."

Big Bob just chuckled and stuck out a finger.

"Ten thousand dollars, give me the intelligence."

"Oh dear, why would I lie to you? I really didn't."

The priest seemed quite troubled.

“Fake priest, I, Bob, am doing business with you out of respect. You know me, so let’s talk this out. Don’t be stubborn and end up being punished.”

Big Bob seemed to know his way around, but as the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, and the fake priest didn't buy it at all.

"Since you put it that way, it's twenty thousand yuan."

The priest dropped the pretense, held up two fingers, and made an outrageous demand.

"Ten thousand? You're getting too arrogant now that it's more than that."

Big Bob slammed his fist on the table, causing the priest to sit back slightly, but the priest insisted that Big Bob wouldn't dare to do anything.

"Even if I sell it for 10,000 yuan, I'll still lose money. After all, I'm a businessman. I don't make much money after going around in circles. I really can't sell it for 10,000 yuan."

That's really true...

trouble.

Suddenly, a hand slammed onto the table!

Before the duck priest could react, he felt a hand slap his hat off and force him to tilt his head back.

There wasn't even time to let out a scream.

A pair of golden eyes instantly filled the guy's entire field of vision.

"Tell me everything about the treasure map."

The cold, questioning tone seemed to brook no dissent or disobedience.

"In...in..."

The man's eyes gradually became unfocused and widened, as if he had entered a sleepwalking state.

That was Antalya. Before Big Bob could say anything, his superior, who had been sent from above, was already prepared to take a hard line.

Although he wanted to take a tough stance, he couldn't suppress the local power, and everything had to be done according to the rules.

So this straightforward style is truly astonishing.

But what was even more unexpected was...

That fake priest actually... just blurted out all the information.

That person's state was like...

Is this a dream?

Chapter 271, Section 295: [Locken Laboratory]

"Aaaaaaah!! Danger!!"

Early morning, Rhode Island.

Aside from carrying out missions outside, the operators spend most of their time training.

"However, Rhodes Island's philosophy is focused on the medical field, not a true military organization. Therefore, the requirements for operators' abilities are not simply to maximize their combat power. Having other talents is also acceptable."

Warfarin led the girl toward the training room.

"However, those are just ordinary operators; elite operators are another matter."

"Elite operator?"

"Yes, elite operators. They are the backbone of Rhodes Island. But speaking of which, there should be people in the training room by now."

Just as Warfarin was about to swipe her ID to unlock the door, a very loud voice suddenly appeared behind her.

She felt her collar being suddenly pulled back!

"Ugh--"

Then, the immense pulling force made Warfarin feel as if her feet were already off the ground.

"careful!"

The oppressive heat was so distinctive, and it was accompanied by a clumsy and awkward manner.

Even with her eyes closed, Warfarin could guess who had pulled her.

"Huang, what are you doing?"

Lying on the ground, Warfarin was speechless. Huang was the kind of person who was very carefree and easygoing. It was not hard to imagine that he would pull her away with one hand, but why would he pull her like that? I don't think I did anything to offend him.

"Watch out! That girl almost killed all of us the other day, how did she end up here?!"

what.

Warfarin touched her head and sat up.

"Yelena is now an operator of Rhodes Island, and I'm leading her to the training room."

"what?"

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"Oh, so your name is Yelena. You're from Ursus? You were really something that day! You suddenly dropped the temperature so low that my hands almost froze."