Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 325 Please Call Me Kind Master
Behind the stone giant was a demon, whose size was far smaller than the giant's, but still larger than that of an ordinary human, and it was holding something in its hand.

Although his face was not clearly visible, his robes and hairstyle told Ronald that this was the mage advisor of the Bloodsail Gang.

Mr. Burke.

Even though they hadn't thought much of him before, they never expected him to be defeated so quickly. A high-level mage was now being treated like a chicken and held in someone's hands.

Ronald had the decisiveness to back down. He didn't care about organizing the retreat anymore, and of course, few people asked him to organize it. He immediately gathered a group of his confidants and ran to the side, intending to go to the Arcane Tower via the dock area to report the incident and ask for protection.

Does that mean the enemy will be so audacious as to attack the mage tower?
I glanced inside the stable as I passed by, and sure enough, there was no sign of any horses; some quick-thinking fellow had already ridden them away.

Fortunately, they weren't without a backup plan. They gave an order to the bard beside them, and with the help of an acceleration spell, they all dashed away as if the wind was blowing through their feet.

On the other side, Master Zhang also saw the waves of people fleeing, but he thought it was better to avoid trouble. Time was already limited, and the purpose of this trip was not to kill everyone, but to rescue people and loot.

When the Canaanite group entered the camp's perimeter, the once vast encampment was now almost deserted, with only a handful of people left breathing. Those who could run had all fled, leaving behind a dozen or so severely wounded soldiers who were too weak to move and had only received hasty bandaging, groaning and moaning in pain.

Looking coldly at the group of wounded, Zhang Yuan had no intention of helping them out, but he also wouldn't be so ruthless as to eliminate these pitiful creatures completely.

He walked up to the wounded, meeting the fearful and timid gazes of the group, his face kind and his tone compassionate:
"I deeply sympathize with the misfortune you have just suffered, and I am also very happy to provide you with some necessary medical treatment."

The wounded soldiers' eyes lit up, but then they were somewhat skeptical. Zhang Yuan didn't disappoint them, and changed his tune:
"Of course, this opportunity is precious and limited. If anyone can tell me some trivial information, such as where the warehouse is, then it would be perfectly reasonable to give them priority treatment in return."

A philanthropist is a philanthropist after all. Master Zhang couldn't bear to see others suffer, so he immediately took pity on the other person and gave him a chance to redeem himself by making amends.

As for who brought this suffering upon us…

The missile was made by old Bausch, and the launch button was pressed by the tinkerers. What does it have to do with Zhang Yuan?

The wounded men in front of them looked at each other, somewhat tempted, yet afraid of being reported and punished later. Zhang Yuan noticed their hesitation.

"As for those who refuse to speak, there's no need to worry. Ambushes have already been set up on the perimeter to intercept and kill those who try to escape. With your injuries, you'll probably be dead by the time the rescue arrives."

This is purely a bluff to scare someone, but it's also well-intentioned. What if the other person doesn't understand and misses the window for medical help?
Fortunately, they were all pragmatic and none of them were willing to gamble on whether their lives were tough enough.

Amidst the scrambling and chatter, Zhang Yuan easily obtained the relevant information. After leaving behind two Enchantresses and an Ice Maiden for healing and sustain, he led his team straight to the Bloodsail Gang's warehouse and dungeon.

With a small step, he crossed the compound wall and arrived at the warehouse door. He stretched out two fingers, gently pinched and pulled, and no lock worked. The entire warehouse opened its doors in front of a group of strangers.

"So beautiful, so beautiful, it's all mine!"

They ransacked the storage room, the armory, and most importantly, the slush fund! They were able to find the latter thanks to one of the wounded soldiers who happened to be in charge of the cashier's duties. Although he hadn't infiltrated the inner circle, he still knew quite a bit about the business.

Goodness, this trip was so busy that even the storage bag couldn't hold everything. Fortunately, Zhang Yuan had prepared in advance and had tidied up his portable laboratory beforehand, freeing up a lot of space. He even went so far as to use up a five-ring Li Oumeng's secret treasure box.

Even so, they couldn't loot everything. Master Zhang was forced to improve his eating habits. He took all the well-preserved military weapons, valuable material resources, and of course, coins, leaving only most of the copper coins for the victims who had been robbed.

The only pity is that the two most valuable items, magical items and gold vouchers, that were looted were extremely scarce.

However, it's understandable that these small, high-value items are either carried around or stored in a dedicated, secret room.

But where would we find the time to search and confirm this?

Bearing this unwarranted huge loss alone, Zhang Yuan reluctantly led his team into the dungeon.

It's called a dungeon, so how good can the environment be? Zhang Yuan felt nauseous as soon as he stepped inside, but he didn't have time to worry about that. The team members dispersed and searched the cells one by one. Finally, they found the two unfortunate guys, who were bound tightly, in two separate cells deep inside.

As for the endless cries of pleas, wails, and empty promises of benefits during the process, all for the unexpected chance to regain freedom, they were all ignored by someone.

The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend, and the opponent of a villain is not necessarily a champion of justice. In fact, the filthy strife of evil forces fighting each other is no less than the struggle between good and evil.

After all, not everyone who opposes evil forces fights with love and justice like I do.

While lamenting the decline of morality, Zhang, the philanthropist, kept adjusting his belt.

There was no way around it; there were just too many adorable gold embellishments around my waist, making my purse bulge so much it felt like it was about to burst, and it kept dangling down my waistband.

“Lucky lads, you now have two choices: either come back to Neverwinter with us immediately.”

Facing the two young mages who had just been rescued, exhausted but unable to hide the joy of escaping death on their faces, Zhang Yuan's tone was somewhat firm, carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"Or perhaps you would rather stay here and perpetuate your predetermined fate, hoping that the returning Luskans will suddenly show you mercy?"

It didn't take much effort, and those who can become mages are rarely fools who lack common sense or can't see the situation clearly.

After the two unlucky children were freed from their restraints, they managed to perform a perfunctory bow and then obediently followed behind the group.

It wasn't that they were cowards; firstly, the situation was beyond their control, and secondly, they were quite clear that no matter who the person in front of them was or what their intentions were, just by looking at the tall demon beside them and the high-ranking Bloodsail Gang mage they were holding, they immediately knew that they absolutely could not afford to provoke him.

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