# 41
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“Master Prospectors have returned!”
Today, the Treasure Seekers Guild Master who had disappeared for years appeared, exciting all the guild members.
After disappearing to escape the bounty hunters, he confidently opened the doors of the guild headquarters and showed off his distinctive ring.
“Let me make something clear.”
A low voice came from the masked man wearing the cloak.
“I just stopped here to check something, everyone, finish your work.”
“Like always,” said one of the old members, shaking his head with a sigh.
“Get back to work, everyone!”
“Yes, sir!”
Despite the master prospectors' annoyance, the atmosphere remained positive.
The organization has become a family centered around Jeffrey Whistler.
“He's alive, see?”
“But why does he hide his face?”
“Didn’t he change it with transformation potions after announcing his reward?”
“That handsome face, really?”
“I heard he's still handsome.”
Talk spread among the members about the return of the master prospectors.
Among those standing was Ken, head of operations at Prospectors Group.
“Master Prospectors.”
“You recognized me immediately since Sistine, your skills have not diminished.”
“Even if others don't know you, I know you.”
The Guild Master shrugged his shoulders at Qin's words and headed to the underground library.
“Especially after what you did in Doubleton... A normal person can't move like that.”
Flames of torches burned along the stone walls as they walked.
“Instead of talking about arrows that never miss their target...this is just normal.”
Arrows? Ken remembered those arrows that never missed.
“Isn't that your doing too?”
“Of course not.”
They entered through the thick library door with a strange creaking sound, revealing a wide space inside.
“I smell chrysanthemums, has the ventilation system stopped working?”
“Smell of chrysanthemums?” Ken frowned and motioned for two men to check it out.
The smell of chrysanthemums was an indication of a gas leak – something extremely dangerous in their headquarters filled with weapons and mysterious poisons.
At that moment, while the Guild Master was inspecting the place, someone quickly approached an open window.
King —
He was hit directly, but he quickly drew his dagger and repelled the attack.
“Protect the master!”
Kane and one of his assistants intervened with the masked assailant.
Despite its extraordinary speed, well-trained individuals were able to repel it.
The master was not idle.
He grabbed an ornamental sword and attacked with extreme dexterity.
"Yes !"
The attack failed, so the attacker climbed the wall to escape.
Huff—
Al-Sayyid threw his dagger, hitting the attacker in the back, but he continued to run away despite stumbling.
“Catch him!”
The guild members rushed out in pursuit.
“Are you hurt?”
"I'm fine."
Ken breathed in relief.
“How did he sneak in here?”
Their headquarters was in the middle of a maze – impossible to reach for the uninitiated.
“He had animal senses. I smelled Montilla herbs on him.”
The master remembered the man's superhuman movements.
“...We will strengthen the defenses.”
The Master nodded, knowing that many still haunted his life after his years of escaping as a wanted man.
“He wasn't trying to kill me.”
"What?"
“His goal was to wound, not kill – he wanted to take me hostage.”
He stopped, looking out the window.
“He wanted something from us.”
The Prospectors' Guild was one of the most powerful secret intelligence networks on the continent.
Some rulers paid them huge sums of money to cooperate; While others, such as the emperor, wanted to exterminate them.
They didn't move just for the money.
Direct deals with the nobility were rare – with the exception of distinguished people such as Catherine Elmore more recently.
“Maybe medicine.”
As he recalled the assailant's movements, that seemed most likely.
“What is the status of medication management currently?”
“According to your instructions, the dangerous materials were disposed of, and the safe ingredients were transferred to the company. Someone tried to smuggle spoiled medicines. We are pursuing him.”
“That bastard tried to give the little girl a stimulant...”
The veins in the master's hand swelled as he clenched his hand violently.
Ken was confused and whispered.
“Your identity is a secret, if you continue like this everyone will notice.”
The master finally relaxed his hand.
“Use the thief as an experiment. If you catch him, Prince Ethios might have already killed him.”
No one would have mercy on anyone who sold drugs to Velius to use against Katherine.
"concept."
"key."
He handed Ken a key, which he took out of his pocket.
The guild master inserted the key into a hole in the wall of the library, opening his secret private laboratory.
He was not a magician, but he had extensive knowledge of magic and alchemy.
“When I touched it, I felt its power absorbing something somewhere.”
The writhing kerria plant in the Duke of Elmore's garden was searching.
Striving to find the authentic essence to draw strength from in his fully developed body.
“However, what confused him was that the keria plants only fed on the energy of the “true hero.”
The explanations were multiple, the most common.
“Someone from another world.”
* * *
The state of the revolutionary army:
– Military strength: incomplete [more]
– Equipment and supplies: incomplete [more]
– Comfort level: 73%
– Funds: 1290 currencies
– Revolutionary progress: 77%
“Military power is lacking, but if Camille convinces Beatrice in the West, everything will be fine.”
She had originally set a meeting day – the upcoming hunting festival.
If her army joins, the chronic shortage of soldiers will be solved.
“Food supplies are good if Sistina continues the secret support.”
I wondered how the original Etias succeeded in the revolution. Her support for him revealed to her the impossibility of his achievements.
No wonder he suffered and died after becoming emperor, having lost many of his forces.
She imagined a status window that said: Rest 2%, Money 10 Coins, Life Points 2 Barely, Revolution Progress 99%, and shook her head.
“What I should do now is...”
I looked at the cold window.
“Taking care of myf above all else.”
The restructuring of the assets of the nobility was completed, Montella's fortunes soared, and Elma Pharma flourished.
“Okay, everything will work out.”
She stretched as Hirose's knock was heard from outside.
“Ma’am, I brought you an invitation.”