Magic Industrial Age

When war arrives, even at night, the city of Brussels seems chaotic.

Everywhere, oil lamps are lit, and countless warriors in armor and wielding weapons pass by.

Ms. Palacios left decisively, simply flying away, but Grand Knight Vincent Ackerman doesn't have that ability.

He needs to gather his knights, prepare horses and rations, make preparations for a long journey, and apply for magic potions and various supplies...

These preparations take time.

What's more, other vassals and knights are also preparing, and various supplies are being allocated.

All of this makes the usually peaceful city appear somewhat panicked!

Of course, such chaos is the best opportunity for some with ulterior motives.

There is a group of people who wear black cloaks, moving through the shadows, quickly passing over houses.

Finally, they enter a remote mansion in the wealthy district, remove a wooden plank on the ground, revealing an underground passage.

Brussels is built on the banks of the Ruhr River, and the groundwater is abundant, making it no easy task to build a secret underground passage.

This passage has walls made of solid stone, reinforced at intervals to maintain it for a long time.

Even so, the entire passage is not very long, and after a turn, they enter a study.

The study is large and luxurious; the carpets on the floor, the paintings on the walls, and the books on the desk all indicate that its owner is a learned man.

Unfortunately, the entry of these black-clad figures seems out of place.

One of them quickly removes his cloak, revealing the clothing of an ordinary male servant.

He naturally opens the door, walks out, and blends into the manor, as if he were originally a servant here.

The owner of this manor, Lord Reagan Durant, is very busy tonight!

As Count Raymond's treasurer, he is very busy, especially today, when he needs to oversee various financial expenditures, material allocations, and supply needs.

Originally, he was in the front yard making arrangements, directing his subordinates to do things, listening to their reports, and making more detailed plans.

But when the servant appeared behind the group and was seen by him, his face suddenly changed.

He looked as if he had swallowed a fly, but he couldn't explode.

He could only arrange things as quickly as possible, and then pretend to be exhausted, telling the butler to rest in the study and not allow outsiders to disturb him.

Until he left the front yard and the servant followed, his back revealed a hint of panic.

Inside the study, seeing the group of black-clad figures, he could hardly contain his anger.

"Why are you back again?"

"Brussels is now filled with countless powerful knights, and you still dare to come back?"

"Do you want to die?! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you, okay?"

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The leader of the black-clad figures opened his cloak, revealing a somewhat sinister face, and looked at Lord Reagan with a bright smile.

"My Lord, what are you afraid of?"

"Even if that bastard son stole the Count's position, he's just a kid who hasn't grown up yet, how would he know the dangers of the human heart?"

"You, a traitorous slave, what's there to be afraid of?"

Reagan's face was ugly, and he couldn't help but say, "Fenrir, watch your words?"

The black-clad man took a few steps forward, walked up to Reagan, raised his hand, and patted Reagan's face.

He didn't use much force, but he patted very frequently, making a 'slap' sound in the room.

With the unique nobility and contempt of the aristocracy, he slapped him every time he uttered a word.

"I'm not going to be polite, what can you do?"

"Bite me? Or complain to your new master?"

"If I get caught, I can still live. Nobles have noble rules; at worst, I'll pay some ransom.

But you, a lord who betrayed his master, you will die ugly! Very ugly!"

"Do you have the guts to report me?"

With the words, his slaps became heavier and heavier, even able to slap Lord Reagan's face to the side with each hit.

In the 'slap' sounds, the subordinates brought by the black-clad man all showed contemptuous smiles.

Reagan only felt that his dignity was being thrown on the ground and trampled on. Even Count Karl had never treated him like this before.

But at this moment, he could only swallow the bitter fruit. When the slaps stopped, his body softened, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Tears and snot streamed down his face, and he didn't even dare to cry out loud, but asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to do? Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Isn't that right?"

"Just honestly complete the tasks we ordered, and that's it!"

Saying this, he had already pulled over a stool and sat in front of the half-kneeling Reagan, as if he were the master.

Then, he took out a small bottle from his bosom and shook it in front of Reagan.

"I know you can definitely get close to the Lionheart Manor's well, so put this in it."

"Find a suitable opportunity, find a time when no one is around, open the stopper, and then sprinkle the potion into it.

Isn't it very simple?"

At this moment, Reagan suddenly looked up, looking at the small bottle in disbelief, and then moved his gaze slightly to look at the man.

That was a typical small bottle for encapsulating magic potions, but inside, the black liquid was churning, like a living thing, colliding everywhere.

"This, this, you, you're actually poisoning?"

"Poison? No, no, no, no..."

Fenrir grinned, his smile extremely malicious, and only heard him say, "Poison is easily discovered. Ancient families have their own poison testing methods, and it's easy to be exposed.

So, this is not poison!"

"This is a demonic worm from hell, an extremely small but deadly demonic worm.

Of course, in our world, it has another name, plague!"

"As long as you sprinkle it into the well, and let those knights and vassals, as well as our bastard Count, drink it,

then, when they go to the battlefield, they will develop high fevers, weakness in their hands and feet, and be completely defeated by the Wicke family."

"More importantly, this is a long time from now, and no matter what, it won't be traced back to you."

"How about it, aren't we very considerate of your safety?"

"Moreover, as long as you accomplish this, we will give you the real power title you want!"

At this moment, Reagan laughed out loud, he said: "Real power title, ha ha ha, you didn't fulfill it last time.

This time, you won't fulfill it even more!"

That Fenrir didn't have the slightest bit of anger at being exposed, but instead lowered his head slightly, looking down at Reagan, and said, "Maybe we will fulfill it, maybe we won't, but you better choose to believe us!"

"So, I'll give you two days, two days later, I hope to hear good news!"

"Two days later, the plague is planted, the army sets out, everything is set, and it is so perfect!"

"Two days, isn't that too long, how about now?"

A voice suddenly sounded, coming from outside the door, the people in the room were stunned, and almost instantly took action.

The others directly surrounded Fenrir and Reagan in the middle, presenting a guarding posture.

And Fenrir had already produced a knife in his hand, and held it against Reagan's neck.

"You betrayed me?"

"No, no!"

"Then who is this person?"

"I, I don't know..., wait, it seems to be Count!"

Reagan said halfway, and felt that the voice was familiar, and changed it.

Also at this time, the door was pushed open, and Loy strode in with a sword across his waist.

Behind him, Olivia and Ang guarded left and right, like door gods.

As for the Iron Knight and the Flame Sword Saint, they did not show up at all.

And other places in this manor have already been controlled, those slaves and maids are all pressed together, and they can't even make a little bit of sound.

And pressing them is not a knight, but a group of gangsters.

The thirty people brought by Ang are definitely the most thoughtful and hardworking group in the Oakland City Brothers Gang.

They may be far inferior to Ang, but Loy at least gave them opportunities, Soul Stabilizing Spice, Scholar teachers, swordsmanship coaches, skill learning...

These have not left them behind!

If you want to say that they are really powerful to what extent, that is naturally impossible, but in the gang, they are definitely the elite among the elite!

It is not too easy for them to do some infiltration and control with organization and discipline.

At this time, Loy finally stepped into the study, his eyes glanced around, without the slightest fluctuation, but when he saw Lord Reagan, his expression was a little complicated.

It should be said that Loy's vigilance has never been let down, so, really just barely gained a foothold, he couldn't wait to let Ang build an intelligence system.

According to his idea, some things take the first step, and the back will be better and better.

Therefore, even when various conditions are not very mature, he has to push the establishment of the 'Brothers Gang'.

However, what even surprised him was that Ang would give him a big surprise.

According to Ang's statement, although it is to deploy monitoring personnel, there are only so many people at this stage, and some high-value targets have to be selected.

In his thoughts, if someone dares to betray Count Karl Raymond, it must be enough high-ranking and powerful, otherwise they will not be able to access core secrets.

Furthermore, after the destruction of the castle, they will get enough benefits.

Starting from these two points, he directly locked on three people, Reagan Durant, Alan Wells and Vincent Ackerman.

To put it bluntly, it is the three people who are competing for the position of Count Raymond.

If there is no Loy, even if it is just to appease them, they have to draw a piece of territory for them more or less.

So, these three are the most suspicious!

Of course, suspicion is just suspicion, not the truth.

But what Ang didn't expect was that his personnel had just been deployed, and news was fed back that something was wrong with Lord Reagan here.

And the reason for the discovery is just some unreasonable lifestyle habits of Reagan, and the amount of food consumption.

Then, there was today, Loy's visit.

Looking at Reagan Durant, who seemed like a bereaved dog, Loy finally asked that sentence.

"I'm very curious, why did you do this?"

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