Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 551 The Homecoming Group Has Arrived

Even a novice wouldn't think that those madmen holed up in towers playing with witchcraft would have anything to do with benevolence or magnanimity.

In fact, beneath the seemingly bustling surface of the Maginot Party's steady expansion, the gang leader Arden and the ten members who signed the contract with him had created a secret inner society, firmly holding onto this deadly secret.

And the true core of power within the gang.

As time passed and the storm subsided, the Maginot Party emerged unscathed from the chaotic internal purge. The tension that had been building in Arden's men finally eased a bit, no longer so intense that they could hardly breathe.

However, more than a year later, what was bound to happen has finally happened.

"Male...man, are you Arden?"

Inside the seductive club, the gang leader, who had been eager to become a guest of honor and admirer of women since his gang grew and his business prospered, was once again slightly tipsy with beautiful women by his side. Just as he was about to go home after waving away his female companions, a woman with light brown skin and exotic features suddenly appeared in front of him.

Huh, is this a newly released product?

Before he could even process what was happening, the other person casually pulled out a gold coin and tossed it over.

What do you mean? Did this female customer mistake you for someone else?
Somewhat bewildered, Arden took the gold coin and glanced at it subconsciously, discovering that it was different from all the gold coins circulating in the market. The side lying on the palm of his hand was engraved with a horse head chess piece emblem.

He instantly became much more alert and quickly flipped the gold coin over. The pattern on the other side was simple yet strange: a slanted line with a small triangle on each side, looking like a shooting star or a claw mark.

If those omnipresent guys from my past life could see this, they would definitely exclaim in surprise:
Isn't this Dou Shouqi and its launcher?

The lingering effects of the intoxication vanished along with the sudden burst of cold sweat, replaced by a faint urge to urinate.

Realizing the situation, Arden quickly invited the woman inside and carefully closed and locked the door tightly.

"You come representing Lord Wilderlin's will?"

"exactly."

Viconia remained expressionless, but inwardly she was thoroughly disgusted. What kind of bullshit Wildlin was this? Where did he get such a typical drow name? Did Chanem have such a twisted sense of humor?

Leaving aside the alpaca herd surging through the female drow's mind, Arden's expression underwent a dramatic change, the last glimmer of hope of his being extinguished. The dramatic change was so intense that Viconia almost thought the guy in front of her was a Wax Molten Demon in disguise.

"Alas, it has finally come to pass. Tell me, what can we poor folks who beg for food on the streets do to serve Your Excellency?"

A hundred or so expressions congealed on the Maginot leader's face like bitter bile, making his old face look even more bitter than an old bitter gourd, with his wrinkles deepening.

"These frail mortals are still quite sensible," Viconia thought to herself.

The meeting didn't last long; a moment later, the two drow who were secretly on guard outside the door heard a startled exclamation:
"This is way too expensive! Is it made of gold?"

"Snapped!"

Then, Viconia, who appeared as a human female, slammed the door and left, her face showing a resentful and disgusted expression that said the deal had fallen through. Next to her appeared Mr. Arden, whose face was marked with a bright red handprint, and he slunk away like a rat in the corner.

Ho-ho!
The two drow were amazed by the acting.

"Leader, shall we continue to hide here as Revel?" Under the arrangement of the owner, Ms. Bella, they had been temporarily staying at the glamorous club as foreign dancers and guards for two days before their real boss arrived. However, even though things went so smoothly, they were still a little anxious.

Not only are they forced to adopt a human identity that these people don't really respect, but the enormous risks hidden behind the seemingly smooth path are like a guillotine hanging over their heads.

"I will inform you when it is time to take action. For now, stay put."

The spacious room contained a double bed and two single bunk beds, with a round table and chairs in the center. The three of them were gathered in the temporary bedroom of the club.

Viconia took it for granted and gave orders without feeling the need to explain anything to the team members.

The two seemed accustomed to each other's attitudes, and the drow female warrior casually asked:
"Since we're waiting anyway, could we take a break in the meantime? Perhaps trying some local-style services would be a good option?"

The Drow, whose conduct was already considered decadent, were not tortured after being captured, but they had no hope of the good days they had known before. Under control and reorganization, they were forced to suppress and endure for a long time.

I've finally been sent on a mission, and the place I'm infiltrating is such a brothel. It's only reasonable for me to make a small request, right?
Vicania hesitated for a moment, not wanting to cause any unnecessary trouble. The next phase of the plan was only a couple of days away, and if he let these two mess around, they might cause some trouble.

"You two useless idiots, you'd better grit your teeth and control your lower bodies these next couple of days, or else..."

The female pastor revealed a somewhat sinister smile; even her disguise couldn't conceal the chill within.
"You won't have to worry about these 'trivial matters' anymore. Do you need my help? Hmm?"

Both the male and female drows instinctively squeezed their legs together and waved their hands repeatedly to decline the other party's kindness.

"If things go well, we can consider applying for a vacation for you later. But if something goes wrong, a tool that has lost its value is meaningless."

Vicania used both soft and hard tactics, employing a combination of threats and inducements. Regardless of whether they were inwardly cursing and wishing the other would die on the spot, they always maintained a stern and obedient demeanor.

Two uneventful days passed. Then, on a frosty, foggy night, three shadows, deeper than the darkness itself, slipped out of the clubhouse and silently and nimbly rushed toward the storage area near the dock.

Finn Lindner, who was in charge of shipping and trade within the Sea Demon Gang, was considered one of the organization's minor leaders and carried some weight.

In other words, they are qualified to be the lucky ones chosen tonight, destined to suffer misfortune.

"Thanks to the boss and the gang leader, we've made quite a bit of money from those generous Karin guys lately."

"May the Ocean Goddess bless us, our business is booming!"

"Yes, yes."

Inside the stronghold, the gang members were clearly living quite comfortably lately, even clearing out a corner of the warehouse for a late-night snack while on night shift.

At that moment, Finn was gnawing on a tomahawk steak, his mouth dripping with oil.

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