The black sun hangs high

Chapter 302 Pest Control
As Felix said, these first "spies" who joined the "Dawnblade" were all members who had passed through layers of vetting, were committed to maintaining the stability of the Dawnblade, and were prepared to give their lives for it.

Although their familiarity with the Black Sun Society is limited and they are still inexperienced in the fight against it, this does not mean that they lack the necessary qualities.

At the request of Darth Vader and Felix, these Dawnblade spies are undergoing training with a group of veterans. They are required to infiltrate the towns of the Duchy of Bult under various identities, to live as genuine townspeople, and to completely integrate into their surroundings.

They are like naive spiders just learning to weave webs, eagerly waiting for unsuspecting insects to fall into their webs.

When the strangers, who clearly bore the marks of the Black Sun Society, arrived near the old fisherman Glenn's residence, the eager and impatient members of the Dawnblade immediately became active.

Therefore, these "vendors," "fishermen," or "police officers" who had been clearly notified immediately stopped their original work, quietly took out their weapons from their hiding places, and then began to move towards the designated location from different directions.

However, some people were faster than them.

Although Hugh himself was still at the port when he received the news that the "target had appeared," his efficiency in action far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.

After giving General Bernhardt, who was in charge of surveillance, the Running Rat, which had been resting and slacking off inside the metal disc for quite some time, was summoned back by Hughes.

Upon receiving Hugh's command, Sniggy deftly flicked his long tail, quickly wrapping it around Felix and securing him to his back.

It then sped off towards the town with two adults on its back, even faster than the other vehicles.

The town was ultimately quite small, and in just five or six minutes, the Running Rat had brought Hugh and the other to the edge of the town. Under the cover of a magical ritual, Sniggy used his agility to move quickly through the bushes and the shadows of the secluded houses.

When it stopped, old Glenn's residence came into Hugh's view.

Through General Bernhardt's surveillance, Hugh learned that the elusive members of the Black Sun Society had entered old Glenn's house and were "inspecting" the special items he was about to buy in the basement. Meanwhile, the old fisherman, who had originally planned to make a profit from these "collectors," was now firmly bound by magic in the living room.

Although his life was not in immediate danger, the old fisherman was so frightened he almost wet himself.

At this moment, he finally believed completely what Hugh had said before.

These people were indeed interested in those strange fish, but they would never be like normal buyers, honestly paying the balance and taking these "goods" away—they clearly had some more secretive and sinister purposes, so anyone who knew about them was destined to be silenced.

However, old Glenn was quite lucky. Although there were two mages among these Black Sun Society members, they clearly did not have extensive knowledge or experience with fish.

Faced with the enclosed tank and the strange, deformed fish that were restless inside, they were momentarily at a loss. Therefore, they could only ask the old fisherman to move the fish to his portable tank without harming them.

Just as the trembling old Glenn was being led to the basement, a second-floor window of a nearby building was pushed open. The Black Sun Society member who was on guard at the entrance to old Glenn's residence looked up slightly and saw a long wooden stick being slowly pushed out of the window.

Then, a young girl of ordinary appearance yawned and hung some freshly washed clothes on the wooden stick.

This is a common occurrence and nothing to worry about.

So the member of the society, who had been preparing to cast the spell, lowered his head again, leaned against the wall, and continued to scan his surroundings.

Felix was also staring at the window. After seeing the girl hang out two yellowish dresses, he whispered to Hughes, "Ten of our men have arrived. They're all nearby, and they're all armed."

"It's not slow."

Hughes nodded slightly, acknowledging the speed of the Dawn Society spies.

Having personally experienced the catastrophe in Seren, Felix remained remarkably calm, responding calmly to Hugh's praise. He drew his revolver, checked the ammunition, and then asked, "What... do you plan to do next?"

Hugh gently rubbed the Black Sun Scepter in his hand, and the obscure magical energy immediately spread in all directions, gathering up all the faintest information.

After confirming the surrounding situation, Hugh smiled and reached out to take the portable cipher from Felix, which was used to contact the other Dawn agents.

After infusing magic to activate the ritual, Hugh said to it, "There are six of them in total: four Society followers with military backgrounds and two Stream-level mages."

"Currently, three of the six are in the basement, supervising Old Glenn's work. One of them is a mage... Another mage is on guard outside, and the last one is the driver, who is at the end of the street, where a disguised fisheries association truck is parked."

Hughes methodically relayed these extremely important messages, then grinned at Felix beside him: "Gentlemen, you can start now. Let me see what you'll do... Don't be shy, just pretend I'm not here."

After saying that, Hughes ended the call. He shoved the cryptic device disguised as a pocket watch back into Felix's hands, who was filled with worry. Before Felix could speak, Hughes patted him heavily on the shoulder: "You too, Felix. You're also involved in this mission... Leading a group of special agents, words and plans alone are definitely not enough. You need to demonstrate more capabilities in front of them."

Seeing Felix's worried face, Hughes smiled, raised his hand, pointed two fingers to his eyes, and then pointed to the house not far away: "Go for it, I'm watching."

……

Old Glenn finally couldn't hold back any longer.

As a fisherman with extensive experience who had weathered many storms on the ocean, he originally possessed a strong heart. However, the naval battles that had taken place in the surrounding area, the various terrifying armored warships, the strange rumors about the city of Seren, and the bizarre events he had witnessed firsthand had finally made him timid.

Previously, when facing those two young mages, old Glenn was able to maintain his self-control. After all, although Hugh and Vilin were quite intimidating, their official mage credentials also gave people a sense of security.

However, the "collectors" who visited today are clearly different.

The eerie, oppressive feeling emanating from them completely shattered old Glenn's psychological defenses and finally broke down his bladder, which had become somewhat fragile with age.

When the gloomy middle-aged mage untied the magical ropes binding him and dragged him into the basement, old Glenn's crotch was already soaked, which obviously displeased the mage. As a result, old Glenn was kicked hard in the back, which sent him rolling to the ice pile in the basement.

When old Glenn finally managed to climb out of the pile of ice, he was horrified by what he saw in the cramped basement.

The other two who had entered his house were now kneeling beside the huge water tank, their hands clasped tightly, their eyes slightly closed, their heads raised, and low, indistinct words flowing from their mouths.

They looked exactly like the believers who prayed before idols.

Old Glenn noticed that both men had a strange pattern on their profiles, which looked like several dark tentacles twisted together. When the deformed fish in the tank swam, these tentacles seemed to come alive, writhing in the dim light.

"May the Lord of the boundless seas be as eternal as the black sun... May His grace always be upon us... May the world return to the embrace of Charon."

They chanted strange prayers, repeating them several times in a row.

After the prayer ended, they slowly rose and gave the space to the terrified old fisherman. One of them dragged over a huge tank made from an alchemical vessel that was placed next to them, indicating to old Glenn to move all the deformed fish in the tank into it.

Just as the old fisherman was cautiously mixing seawater, ice, and those special alchemical solutions, the sorcerer who had been waiting outside the door suddenly looked up. He saw a young man dressed as a fisherman walking towards them with a cigarette in his mouth.

The young fisherman stopped a few steps away from the sorcerer. He frowned and looked the sorcerer up and down in front of Old Glenn's door. Just as the sorcerer sensed something was wrong and was about to cast a spell to resolve the issue, the young fisherman suddenly asked, with a cigarette between his fingers, "Sir, are you also here to collect a debt?"

The young man had a heavy accent, a very standard coastal accent of the Duchy of Burt. He was dark-skinned, with flaxen hair and rough skin. His hands were also quite large. All signs indicated that he was a local fisherman.

The monks of the association reacted just as quickly.

He knew very well that this town was already Dawn Society territory, and several dangerous figures that the society was focused on were nearby, so he did not intend to make any rash moves.

Faced with the young man's skepticism, he calmly nodded and replied, "Collecting debts? Ha, yes... but you're too late. If you want to collect debts, just line up here, or come back tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? No way, I'm waiting to drink..."

Like all the locals addicted to alcohol, the young fisherman shook his head vigorously: "Old Glenn hired me to go out to sea a while ago, and he still hasn't paid the agreed-upon share. This is outrageous!"

The monk guarding the gate frowned. Judging from the various signs, he concluded that the young man's visit was indeed an accident. However, he didn't want to waste any more time here, so he waved his hand impatiently: "Or you can come later, half an hour later will be enough... The people in front are busy teaching that old man a lesson! There was a big problem with the batch of fish he sold earlier, and it almost killed someone!"

"hiss……"

The young fisherman shrank back: "Won't he be beaten to death?"

"Maybe, but by then, we can take whatever we want from this house, right?"

"Ha...that's true."

The young man seemed convinced. He licked his lips, chuckled strangely, and turned to leave. However, after taking only two steps, he turned back and said to the gatekeeper mage with concern, "No, what if you take all the valuables? That would be terrible!"

This greedy look disgusted the Black Sun Society mage. He slightly raised his eyes and glanced around. He saw that the young girl who had hung the clothes out to dry had left. The window was empty, with only the clothes hanging out to dry swaying in the wind.

Seeing that there was no one else nearby, the sorcerer raised an eyebrow at the young fisherman: "That's right, if you're worried, you can wait here with me!"

As he spoke, he turned slightly to the side, making room for the wall he was leaning against. At the same time, he slowly withdrew his hand from behind his back and began to construct the lethal magic imprinted on his body and in his memory.

The young fisherman walked forward with a smile, and just then, a shadow flickered near the window of another house.

The mage glanced warily in that direction, but before he could see clearly, a violent tremor suddenly struck. To his horror, the mage discovered that the protective ritual he had set up beside him had suffered a severe impact. A metal bullet, propelled by magic, successfully broke through his protective barrier and arrived directly in front of his chest.

At the same time, the approaching young man strode forward, swiftly drawing a Demon-Slaying Silver Dagger hidden at his waist and precisely stabbing it towards the mage's shoulder.

His movements were extremely swift and carried the distinct skills of a Wotel spy. Before the mage could successfully cast his spell, his shoulder was already pierced by the Demon-Slaying Silver Dagger. The magical lines that had already taken shape were immediately disrupted. Then, the young fisherman, revealing his true identity, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, pressing his hand, which still reeked of fish, heavily against the mouth of the sorcerer, silencing the warning and cry of pain.

(End of this chapter)