Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 287 Pan Fengyong at Hulao Pass, Daring to Laugh at Guan Yu for Not Being a True Man

Needless to say, after selling the spoils of war in Waterdeep and managing his finances in Luskan for nearly two months, the mage's coffers have been replenished, currently holding nearly seven thousand gold coins in savings. Combined with the team's reserves, the total has reached a comfortable eight thousand.

This figure already deducts some of the mage's experimental expenses; otherwise, the savings would have been even greater.

It’s just~
The monks' money is all for burning; there's no reason to just save it!

Aside from money and valuables, the captured weapons, armor, and some supplies could be sold for a little money, but these secondhand items weren't worth much, so they were given to the team members as an extra reward.

In addition, they also managed to find some magical items, but with Zhang Yuan's current limited perspective, how could he possibly be interested in them? He simply let his teammates divide them up as needed.

The land-for-goods deal was actually a win-win situation. For the Canaan team, who were going to leave anyway, the long-term benefits couldn't compare to this one-off deal, and they also gained a favor.

And while the Canaan squad was happily counting their gold vouchers, the Bloodsail Gang was in an uproar.

Although the minor territorial changes in the market area were not enough to alarm the big boss, Kurze, to personally intervene, the lower-level leaders were constantly pestered by the fleeing remnants, who begged for his intervention.

When they're taking advantage of others, they put on airs and act like their word counts. Now that they're on a big stage, I'm afraid they'll lose their airs if they get too big for their own good.

In the emergency, the gentlemen of the Bloodsail Gang made full use of the efficiency of their system, holding meetings of all sizes for three days in a row, and in the end, they were still terrified.

Logically speaking, given the size of the Bloodsail Gang, they shouldn't be helpless against a small glittering gold coin, but some things can't be calculated that way.

As the gang leader, Kurzer actually delegated a great deal of authority to the gang's specific affairs, since serving his master behind the scenes was his primary task.

The other leaders and gang members outwardly cooperated in the power structure, but secretly they were also vying for power among themselves.

It's perfectly normal, after all, you can't expect these guys who came from pirate backgrounds to have any kind of unwavering determination or resolve.

The Bloodsail Gang, or rather all of Luskan's gangs, are essentially a collection of guys who rely on violence to pursue profits, and can be infinitely subdivided within the organization.

Gangs, factions, branches, and even individuals—every small group has its own interests and demands. When it comes to getting the meat, everyone is scrambling to get it, but this newly emerging Shining Gold Coin is definitely a tough nut to crack!
"How about we ask Boss Kurze to take action and wipe out this ungrateful little gang?"

A minor leader with vested interests in the market area finally couldn't tolerate the high efficiency of his own operations.

"Oh? Who's going to ask for this? Just because you, Roland, lost some profits in the market district, the boss has to personally avenge you? Are you also a member of the Arcane Brotherhood? Or are you actually some tower master's long-lost illegitimate son?"

Some people got angry, while others remained calm and collected. This barrage of insults from the crowd infuriated Roland, and the meeting hall became more lively than a vegetable market in an instant.

Some suggested sending the Bloodsail Gang's headquarters forces, disguised as subordinate gangs, to raid the Money Gang's stronghold.
But there are still people who oppose it.

"Everyone has witnessed the strength of that Shining Gold Coin this time. If we send too few troops, we won't be able to defeat them. If we send too many, we'll give them leverage. If this really triggers a war with Black Flag Fish and the Sea Demon Gang behind it, who will take responsibility?"

"They're fucking riding all over us!"

“They’re riding on your head, Mr. Deschamps. The other side is merely condoning the power struggles among their affiliated gangs. No matter how you look at it, it’s within the tacit approval and tolerance of our five captains. But your plan has crossed the line.”

"Are we afraid of him?!" Deschamps forced a show of force. "Not afraid, but do you deserve it?" The other party was completely unconcerned, casually tossing out a question: "Or do you think you're qualified to represent the Bloodsail Gang and overturn the table?"

Sarcasm and irony were already considered refined and easygoing; the hot-tempered one directly pointed at the other person and expressed his close concern for their immediate female relatives, making the situation tense again.

Just then, a hearty laugh rang out:

"Looking at all the gentlemen in this room, their brows are furrowed with worry. I wonder what brings them here."

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that it was none other than Gan Molin.

Everyone chuckled and said, "Isn't it because your market area was lost to someone else that things have turned out this way?"

"Oh?" The newcomer feigned surprise: "Our Blood Sail Gang is full of talented people, and its members are all present. On the other hand, the Money Gang has a shallow foundation. Its leader, Cha, is famous for pleasing women with his bedroom affairs. Everyone envies him, but no, they are ashamed of him. And now there is no one who can control him?"

These words caused an uproar, like water being poured into a pot of oil.

"You bastard Gan Molin, are you here to make fun of me?"

Those filled with rage slammed their fists on the table and stood up, their eyes like copper bells.

"Alas, I am here today to help you all solve your problems, not to pass the time."

"Why all this idle talk? What plan do you have?"

Gan Molin, with his hand on his chin, gently stroked his long beard, exuding composure and revealing a strategic mind within him.

"I have General Arden, who can slay the enemy chieftain."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately laughed and said, "Why are you talking nonsense? Arden is a fool! He held a stronghold in the city and was known as the Iron Wall, but in just one day, his entire army was wiped out, his territory fell into enemy hands, and he only escaped with his life. How can such a person be entrusted with great responsibilities?"

Upon hearing this, Gan Molin laughed instead of getting angry, and pointed at the crowd with his hand: "Gentlemen, as the saying goes, 'A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation.' This boy is no longer the same Wu Xia A Deng of today."

Next came Gamelin's personal stage, where he embellished the Ardennes and Maginot's recent glorious exploits in the North Shore warehouse district, adding some exaggerations but generally making it true.
The leaders, with their keen eyes and keen senses, would easily find out the truth with a little questioning and investigation, and the other party wouldn't stoop to such a clumsy lie.

“I didn’t expect we had such a talent.” Roland pondered for a moment, then looked at Gamelin: “If that’s the case, then it’s somewhat feasible. But that Chanem is not easy to deal with. Besides, Arden was defeated once before. Does he still have the courage?”

"Speaking of which, the lads in Maginot have been really excited lately, probably because the mage they joined gave them confidence."

Roland was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, somewhat incredulous: "Can these small gangs afford to hire a mage to join them?"

Gan Molin shrugged and guessed, "Who knows? Saying they're joining, I think the mage just wants to find some errand runners, and they just happened to get lucky."

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