Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 566 The mastermind behind the scenes
Thick ship plates are not much better than cardboard in the face of armor-piercing high-explosive shells; in fact, they provide the conditions for the capped fuse to be triggered.

The bomb pierced through the area where the crowd was concentrated, namely the deck beneath the heavily guarded Omar, and exploded suddenly.

The blazing flames scorched the shrapnel and flying splinters, as if a forge had exploded, sending burning steel and embers flying, turning the faces of the victims red and illuminating the gushing blood mist, making it appear even more eerie.

Omar, caught in the middle of it all, had no interest in observing this apocalyptic scene. Thanks to his layers of shields, he was spared from being torn to pieces by the dense shrapnel at the center of the bombing, but he still suffered greatly.

The deflection field and the stone skin barely slowed down the sharpness of the blade, but the latter still used the remaining force to draw red lines on the mage's body.

It seems like it blocked it, but it also seems like it didn't completely block it.

Before the physical pain could even protest to the host through the nerves, the heat and impact of the explosion gave Omar the illusion of surfing in the fire elemental realm.

After the battle robes absorbed some of the burning damage, the warrior went on strike in protest, transforming into a ripped outfit to declare himself a fashion icon, and that combat was no longer his concern.

In a truly desperate situation, Omar was at a loss. Thrown into the air, he hoped for a slim chance of survival if he landed in the sea.

But what if you fall to the lower deck and face those monsters and those unknown and terrifying ballistae?

A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and the pain from the heavy fall onto the deck shattered the mage's dreams, dragging him toward the cold reality.

It was as cold and real as the gun barrel right in front of me.

Perhaps the force of the explosion achieved some kind of coincidental balance on Mr. Omar, and the mage in the center almost rode an air elevator straight up and down.

When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on the second deck, with a skylight blasted open above him by the bomb. From mid-air, Omar was right in the center of the hole.

“I surrender. I demand to be treated in accordance with my status.”

Those who understand the times are wise, and the old master clearly had no intention of putting up a last-ditch resistance or fighting to the death.

Having been tricked several times, Kegan was seething with anger, his finger rubbing back and forth on the trigger. Omar, watching from below the gun, felt his heart rate soar, fearing that the other party might intentionally kill him out of a sense of honor.

"Alright, this guy's going to suffer now that he's in our boss's hands. Let's just wait and see what happens."

Seeing that his little brother was venting his mischief, Bard, fearing that the guy might go too far and ruin everything, quickly offered him a way out.

The shorty snorted arrogantly twice, pulled out the restraining shackles he had brought beforehand, waved them in front of the other person, and looked at him with a malicious expression.

The latter's reaction disappointed Kegan somewhat. Omar not only put away his previous panicked expression, but even looked relieved and calmly handed over his hands.

Who are you scaring?

The seemingly imprisoned mage calmed down, realizing that the other party's words and actions indicated that there must be a chain binding these steel beasts.

Then look at the enchanted heavy armor, alchemical tools, and enchanted weapons that the opponent displayed…

The mastermind behind this seems to be someone with considerable influence?

Omar, who was all alone, didn't mind switching sides on the spot and jumping ship. The more capable the other party was, the greater the possibility of being recruited and the better the future prospects.

In other words, if these few brutes in front of us were actually the enemy's highest-ranking officers, then we would be completely blind.

The lower one's level, the narrower one's vision and tolerance. Forget about having the discerning eye to recognize talent and give oneself a chance to show one's abilities; one day, one might be chopped up by someone above, which would be truly a miserable and frustrating experience.

The process of escorting Omar to the Seawolf went very smoothly. The leader surrendered, and the henchmen readily raised their hands in salute and surrendered without hesitation.

After all, it was truly too much for a group of gang-affiliated slave traders to fight to the death with just a scimitar in their hands against a steel monster exuding a ferocious aura. As for the other sailors who were lucky or unlucky enough to fall into the sea, none of them escaped either. The mutant elves that circled the slave ship nimbly brought the little guys, whether dead or alive, unconscious or running away, back to the ship one by one.

For Morphling, a variant spirit who can switch between strength and agility at will and achieve a perfect balance, such a trick is nothing more than a piece of cake.

After finishing her performance, the kind-hearted person, Murphy, who had thrown all the people who had fallen into the water back to their original positions, jumped into the boat.

What is the concept of a variant sprite that stands over four meters tall in its upright form?
In Omar's eyes, it was a colossal water elemental, even an elemental elder, while in the minds of the sailors...

We're numb. Neither the steel monster from before nor this giant water monster seems to be something we can handle. Whatever.

The Luscan gang crew, heads drooping, obediently turned their sails around and headed towards the high cliffs under the supervision of the waterman and the half-ogre brothers.

As for the two dwarf brothers?

Of course, that means being responsible for escorting Mr. Omar to the Seawolf and giving him a proper "hospitality".

Once Omar saw the Seawolf emerge from the seabed, he could no longer take his eyes off the strangely shaped ship that resembled a giant iron whale.

His focus and curiosity escalated to near obsession after he entered the whale's cavity.

Until his eyes, which lingered over the steel structure, rivets, and the humming gears inside the submarine, finally caught sight of a figure deep within the compartment—not tall, but imposing and dignified.

We've met the person in question!
"Oh, so this is Mr. Omar, the one who's been causing trouble for my knights?"

The latter gently tossed the crystal in his hand onto the table, glancing at it as he slowly spoke:
"You've done quite a few things, and you're a troublesome figure for those of them."

His tone was calm and even, but his words carried a hint of accusation.

Upon seeing the mastermind behind the scenes, Omar felt a sense of relief mixed with an indescribable frustration, much like a prisoner awaiting trial before a judge.

Although I am indeed a prisoner, it's a bit much that you suddenly rushed over, hijacked my ship, and then questioned me.
An indignant Omar immediately lodged a strong protest:

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all. It's just a little bit of cleverness, nothing compared to your ingenious ideas, skills, and wondrous creations!"

"Well, your character and abilities are questionable, but your judgment is not bad."

"That is, that is."

Omar forced a smile, but his chest ached from the pent-up resentment.

“You should know that the slave trade is absolutely prohibited in the city-states of the North. As the Lord of High Cliff, I have the responsibility to protect the land and its people and to maintain order in this region. I will not tolerate such a depraved act.”

"Do you know your sin?"

Lord Zhang's tone shifted abruptly, his words now filled with official authority.

I…

Even though he was mentally prepared, Omar was still nearly choked to death by Mr. Zhang's words.

The mastermind behind it all is actually a lord?
What logic is there left to argue about? Officials and bandits are in cahoots.

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