Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 552: Retire after success?

This is something most people can't resist, and Finn was no exception. He remained silent amidst the tidal wave of flattery and praise from his underlings, devouring the entire steak with a ferocious appetite.

They even chewed up the slightly charred parts of the long handle, leaving a row of teeth marks on the bones.

"Hiccup~"

Finn sucked on his fingers, licking away the grease that had dripped onto his arm, and said with a satisfied look:

"Hehe, nothing is more enjoyable than seeing your competitors suffer misfortune and stupidity. Back then, everyone was crammed into the shipping industry to make a living, leaving no room for small fry like us."

"Speaking of which, we have to thank those idiots Blackfin and Bloodsail Gang. One let the wolf into the house, and the other was just unlucky enough to run into a knife. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Since the Meteor Disaster, the two gangs, severely weakened, have been forced to shrink their power and lie low to lick their wounds, while the gap in market demand is never short of people rushing in with knives and forks to fill it.

As fellow top-tier players, the Sea Demon Gang naturally wouldn't let this opportunity to feast pass by, taking a huge bite out of the lucrative human trade.

Inside the warehouse, everyone ate and chatted, and after a lively time, they all packed up and went to their night shifts.

The moon was high in the sky, and all was silent. Luskan, in the far north, was near the edge of the civilized world. The biting wind carried no warmth of early spring, and even the faint chirping of insects was silenced by its blows.

After a hearty meal and drinks, the gang members took one last count of the "goods," arranged for a few people to keep watch, and then went to sleep.

Everything seemed so peaceful and serene, until a few barely audible sobs and wails drifted from the depths of the rear warehouse, then wisely fell silent.

These goods are behaving quite well today, aren't they?
Bored on his night shift, Louis muttered something under his breath. He casually pulled out a slightly wrinkled booklet from his pocket, the cover of which featured a simply dressed, graceful woman. He then strolled over to the lampstand and began to read it with great interest.

Perhaps it was the intoxicating nature of the spiritual nourishment, or perhaps the mental exertion of the daydreams was too exhausting, but Louis gradually grew sleepy as he focused intently, and his wide-open eyes began to droop.

Call ~
Call ~
Call ~
Everything happened so naturally, as if a gentle dream had descended upon this place, and the only sounds in the warehouse were the rising and falling snores and the rustling of teeth grinding.

"No~"

Louise stretched and yawned, but as soon as she raised her arm halfway, she felt something was wrong.

I'm the one on night duty...

He hurriedly turned around and looked around, only to find that he was the first to wake up. He ran to the window and opened the window to look out, but there was no dawn and the sky was dark.

Louisson tiptoed to wake his night watchman, and after a brief discussion, he hurriedly ran to the back warehouse to check.

They were in a hurry but dared not make a sound as they slipped away one after the other to the deepest part of the warehouse where the "goods" were kept.

Whoosh! Wow!
Fortunately, nothing went wrong, and everything continued normally and peacefully, even a little too peacefully. These "goods" usually don't have such good sleep quality.

But what does this have to do with them? As long as they don't bear the responsibility, everything will be fine.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately made up their minds not to mention their dereliction of duty.

The dawn's rays poured down as always, reaching from the frigid Ten Towns of the far north to the scorching Karinshan of the south, reaching far and wide. The beautiful symbolism of the rising sun was even enough to lift a powerful divine throne into the starry sky, but this beauty was not something that some could bear.

"Vis'Il! Ilger-Holl (the abominable destroyer), that cursed fireball!"

"Eurosplind'Gar! (May darkness engulf everything!)"

The sun climbed relentlessly to its zenith, and the drow, huddled in the cabin, shut the doors and windows tightly, covering even the gaps in the windows and doors with curtains, while constantly spewing out various dark and obscure regional slang and curses.

Viconia sat quietly alone in the corner, paying no attention to her subordinates' incessant complaints. This mission had gone exceptionally smoothly, almost without bloodshed.

The sleeping potion that Chanem gave me before I left was really powerful. It was colorless and odorless when it evaporated, and its effects were stable and rapid. It was truly an essential item for home, travel, murder, and robbery.

They crept up to the edge of the enemy's warehouse and with a single shot, there was no resistance, no killing, only a peaceful slumber.

As expected of the Archmage's work, Chanem is full of tricks. He slightly modified the remaining anesthetic after the surgery to concoct this kind of sleeping potion, and once again took advantage of Tyrande.

It's just strange that it's colorless and odorless, so why call it black tea?
Vicania immediately gathered her scattered thoughts and reviewed the entire operation in her mind. She had not found any flaws from beginning to end, but now that she had successfully retreated and was about to board the ship and make her escape, a vague sense of unease lingered around her like a thin fog.

The feeling came abruptly and inexplicably, without any clue or trace, but Viconia accepted and believed in this sudden awareness without any doubt.

It wasn't just her exceptional perception as a divine sorcerer, but also stemmed from her past experiences of escaping danger on more than one occasion during her exile from the Underdark to the surface.

"Lady of the Night, please guide me."

The pastor, Drol, made a decision immediately. She grasped Shar's Shadowmoon emblem and murmured a prayer praising the Lady of the Night.

Viconia cupped her hands in a gesture of respect, and a shadow, like a trickle of water, gathered at the point where her palms met, eventually coalescing into a dark, pearl-like orb of magic after a short incantation.

"May all my actions and deeds be protected by the Lady of Night, just as you have woven a cloak of night to cover me, may the Lady see."

The Shadow Orb surged and expanded, growing as large as a cartwheel in the blink of an eye. It then unfolded like a light veil, flowing like black tassels, wrapping around and covering Viconia's entire body.

Just as the ceremony was about to be completed, a faint sound, like porcelain cracking, was heard, and the pastor's expression changed instantly.

The Church of Shar, which is accustomed to operating in secrecy, is particularly good at concealing its whereabouts and burying traces, and is an expert in counter-surveillance magic.

The veil of darkness is summoned by the ritual, not only countering any detection spells that might be cast on the caster, but also revealing whether the caster is being spied on by the outside world.

The current outcome is clearly not very optimistic.

The female priest's limited magical skills were no match for the power of the covetous manipulator's magic. The secret ritual was broken, and like a torn pair of pantyhose, its main function was lost, leaving only a few strands on her feet as her last vestige of dignity.

The only consolation is that the failed divine countermeasure also revealed hostile gazes and their vague origin.

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