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Aiduke led his three subordinates and followed from a distance the convoy of the "Lady of the Long Night."

As for the so-called "Lady of the Long Night," Aiduke had always scoffed at her, previously deeming the mercenary lucky to be selected and used by some influential figure as a mere pawn, and the latest rampant rumors further proved his conjecture.

"Humph, just a 'plaything' after all!"

The mercenary leader sneered inwardly.

Subsequently, he let out bursts of cold laughter.

This time he was hired by "Mr. Bernice" to keep an eye on this "Lady of the Long Night"—merely to watch and report back.

To Aiduke, this was simply money being handed to him.

And a substantial amount at that.

Because "Mr. Bernice" was generous enough.

But who would mind earning a little extra?

Looking at the convoy, greed flickered in Aiduke's eyes.
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Now, the convoy was still empty.

But soon, it would return full.

And that would be his opportunity.

Thinking of this, he gestured to one of his subordinates to come closer and spoke in a hushed tone—the situation was different this time, to gain sufficient profit, they needed enough manpower.

It wasn't just that the convoy had many people; there were also many others like him.

However, he had an advantage.

Because, as far as he knew, "Mr. Bernice" had hired not just their team but at least three teams. If he could unite these teams, then he would have a say.

Exactly!

A say!

Aiduke understood that to attack a convoy so numerous and well-armed, those nearby would inevitably form a temporary alliance to act together.

And to secure ample spoils, a say was indispensable.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The contemplating mercenary leader's thoughts were interrupted by a mosquito flying before his eyes.

The mercenary leader raised his hand and gave a fierce slap, the crisp sound startling the subordinate behind him.

This subordinate, who held a crossbow, shuddered violently and accidentally pulled the trigger.

Whiz!

Thud!

The arrow pierced precisely through the mercenary leader's neck.

Feeling the pain, Aiduke's face was filled with disbelief. Without looking down, the mercenary leader saw the protruding arrow.

Bright red stained the sharpness, reflecting the afternoon sun in a strangely eerie light.

What happened?

Until his death, Aiduke pondered this question.

What the mercenary leader didn't see was that, upon witnessing his death, his two subordinates were about to scream when an invisible hand covered their mouths, and then an invisible longsword swept across their throats.

Thump, thump!

Two bodies fell to the ground shortly thereafter, motionless.

This squad of mercenaries was entirely annihilated.

As for the mercenary sent to make contact?

He was the first to die in this squad.

And the killing continued.

An invisible Grim Reaper harvested lives in the wilderness near Mount Gale Region, the scent of blood gradually intensifying, beginning to slowly drift to the surroundings—

"I want fifty percent!"

The steward of the Bernice family, his face concealed by a bandana, spoke in a shrill voice to the leaders of two scouts surrounding him.

Just like Aiduke had thought, facing the "Lady of the Long Night's" numerous and fully armed convoy, the stalkers began to unite.

However, they hadn't invited him.

Similarly, what "Mr. Bernice" desired was not just to gather information.

"Ha!

You take fifty percent?

What's left for us then?"

The current leaders of "Coste Commerce" and "Emmond Commerce" emitted cold laughter in unison, wearing bandanas and disguising their voices like the steward of the Bernice family.

For the two trying to rebuild their commerce, letting a stranger take away fifty percent was utterly unacceptable.

They would offer no more than twenty percent.

They themselves only take twenty percent, while the remaining two were to take forty percent each?

Mr. Bernice's butler, unless insane, would never agree to such terms.

Everyone had exerted effort, why should he only receive half?

This butler, without consideration for his prior willingness to offer only half to the other two, began to argue his case vehemently.

The current heads of both 'Coste Commerce' and 'Emmond Commerce' were unyielding.

The three of them argued until their faces turned red and their ears grew hot.

It wasn't until a faint scent of blood drifted over that all their expressions changed.

"Gather everyone here!"

The butler of the Bernice family shouted into the brush that stood over a meter high behind him.

Although it was unclear what was happening, gathering everyone close was never the wrong move.

Clearly, not only the Bernice family's butler thought so; the heads of 'Coste Commerce' and 'Emmond Commerce' shared the same thought.

For a moment, the sounds of whistles and bird calls were incessant.

The brush shook incessantly to the left and right.

Edwin saw this scene.

He also heard those signals that were clearly for communication.

He smelled the faint scent of blood as well.

'Internal strife has erupted!'

Edwin thought subconsciously and signaled his men around him to be on alert—He, of course, wished that those bastards who had been following them since they left South Los would all drop dead, but internal strife among them could implicate 'innocent bystanders.'

Moreover, the cause of their internal strife was likely due to the uneven division of spoils from the caravan he was leading.

Thus, once the internal strife was over, it would be time for these bastards to jump out.

And that would surely usher in a tough battle.

As for all these bastards fighting each other to death?

Edwin of course hoped for such a scene.

But unless those bastards were cursed, it simply wouldn't happen.

Once a few more of them died, these bastards would cool down and remember why they were here.

The caravan members quickly took action—

The caravan split in two, the front half continued slowly forward but not directly, instead veering to one side of the road.

The back half sped up, veering to the other side of the road.

Then, the front and back wagons blocked both ends respectively.

Suddenly, a defensive fortification based on the wagons rapidly took shape.

Inside the formation, each person in the caravan began to load their firearms.

Everyone held their breath and focused, their eyes scanning the surroundings.

Then—

Step, step-step!

When clear footsteps reached everyone's ears, it immediately drew everyone's attention.

A dark figure walked from the end of the road.

"Arthur?!"

Seeing this figure, Edwin couldn't help but be stunned.

The young 'Spirit Medium' smiled, nodded slightly, and tapped his cane on the ground while clutching a terrifying puppet, continuing forward.

"Be careful, there's danger!"

Although Edwin didn't know why Arthur was there, instinctively, the coachman warned.

While calculating angles and distances in his mind, Arthur asked the coachman.

"Do you know the Core Mystical Arts of the Kledos Family?"

Edwin was a bit dazed and bewildered, merely shaking his head unconsciously.

"Swordsmanship!"

"A swordsmanship filled with pure killing intent and death!"

Arthur spoke softly.

A chill ran down Edwin's spine.

The people in the caravan, upon hearing this, opened their eyes wide.

At that moment, everyone's full attention was on Arthur.

They watched as the young 'Spirit Medium' slowly raised his right hand, listening to that faint voice—

"Watch closely!"