Lame Loude curiously took the part from Lynn and skimmed through it, an expression of surprise appearing on his face.

  It wasn't that what Lynn was looking for on the part was exceptionally valuable. Quite the opposite, the part tained a list of readily avaible materials, even some items sidered worthless...

  " you tell me, what's the purpose of these things?" Loude asked, thhly perplexed.

  Lynn didn't give a direswer but instead suddenly asked, "Mr. Loude, have you ever seen the beauty of fireworks?"

  "What's that?" Loude frowned in fusion and shook his head.

  "It's something that send the eown guard s into the sky. I guara'll be the most spectacur sight you've ever witnessed!" Lynn said with a smile.

  Loude's expression froze, his face filled with disbelief. Initially, Harbor Town had a-hurong guard, and Archbishop Anluke had brought three thousae guards from the Northern Lands. He couldn't fathom any force that could obliterate such a massive army in a short time.

  Could it be reted to the materials needed for a potent alchemical array?

  Loude immediately sidered this possibility. Kora had oold him that some wizards profit in alchemy could amplify the power of certain spells through an array. If that were the case, they might have a fighting ce.

  With this thought, Loude lost i in probing further, as the secrets of magic were typically closely guarded by wizards.

  "Besides these materials, I also need a map of Harbor Town, the patrol routes of the town guard, and most importantly..." Lynn paused and tinued gravely, "I o know the appearance, personality, and daily routines of every clergy member in Harbor Town, the more detailed, the better."

  Loude pted for a while, without immediately responding. Maps and patrol routes were easy enough to obtain, but unc the secrets of the priests wouldn't be an easy task.

  "Sometimes, to survive, one has to pay a price, isn't that so?" Lynn reminded.

  "Alright! I provide you with all that you've asked for. But I o know how you pn to rescue that wizard's apprentice," Loude finally agreed. The harbor was sealed off by the church, and creating suffit chaos was necessary for a successful escape. The rescue mission art of that pn.

  Lynn no longer withheld information and expihe entire pn, with the specific role The Dockside Gang would py being the most detailed part.

  After listening to Lynn's at, Loude couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. However, the relief was that the most dangerous part of the rescue operation was Lynn's responsibility. The Dockside Gang was only tasked with providing assistance, and, most importantly, it didn't require his personal involvement in most sarios, meaning he would mostly be in a safe zone.

  "So, here's to a fruitful partnership!" Lyended his hand casually, and Loude didn't hesitate to shake it. Their palm-to-palm tact was brief, but it left a faint tingliion, causing Loude to instinctively withdraw his arm and i it. He found a fiery mark on the back of his hand.

  "What's the meaning of this?" Loude demanded, c his hand, his toern.

  Lyrieved his hand with a casual smile and replied, "I've heard from Rabur that you rust anyone around you."

  "That's a good habit!" Loude retorted.

  "Well, it just so happens that I'm the same," Lynn replied with the expression of finding a kindred spirit.

  Loude's face darkened, and in his mind, he was already pnning to give Rabur, that sdrel, a good talking to.

  The sight of the fiery mark on Loude's hand reminded him of the horrors outside Ur Town. He had sent an intelligence operative who had actally caught a few embers and was subsequently senteo death. Even jumping into the river couldn't save him from the dev fmes of hellfire!

  "By the way, your subordinate Rabur is left in a secluded house within the port. It's The Dockside Gang business, and I won't interfere," Lynn said as he rose to his feet, bidding farewell.

  After Lynn's departure, Loude's suppressed emotions finally erupted, and he angrily swept valuable vases and utensils from the table to the floor.

  The guards outside heard the otion and rushed in, standing in bewilderment as they watched their leader lose his temper in the room.

  After several minutes of venting, Loude, out of breath, sat back down and looked at the guards in front of him.

  "You, go and bring Rabur bae immediately!"

  "I'm going to skin him alive!" Lame Loude gritted his teeth.

  ...

  As Lyhe dipidated house, the midday sun hung high in the sky. Successfully ving Lame Loude and gaining the assistance of the entire Dockside Gang had lifted a great burden off Lynn's shoulders. At least now he didn't have to go it alone, and there was a good ce of resg Dove and Jonny.

  As for the magical mark he left on Loude's hand, it was merely a ruse and had no real effect. However, Lynn was aware that the ret battle outside Ur Town had already demonstrated some of his capabilities. This was undoubtedly a form of deterrence! People like Loude would rust him, even if he spoke the truth. Instead, they would believe that their lives were in his hands.

  This recisely what Lynn wao achieve, as when the real a began, the most critical parts o be handled by him personally. Loude would always remain behind the ses, and the risks on both sides weren't banced, a signifit in their colboration!

  So, some bang measures were necessary!

  In the following two days, the news of the public execution of Devil's Disciples by the Tribunal, scheduled for after Monday, had spread throughout the entire Harbor Town. Almost everyone was discussing the topic.

  Lynn reaffirmed his previous assessment. Aside from sparring with Ivina in swordsmanship during the day, he spent the rest of his time dealing with the materials that were transported to him.

  Withiy-two hours, he had released the "Basic Material Destru" spell thousands of times, and he was on the brink of exhaustion.

  Each time he returo the mansion, the Baron's steward would cast a strange look at him. Uo resist one day, the steward advised him not to deplete his body at such a young age.

  Lynn brushed off the advice casually, as he couldn't find a better expnation for why he was out all night.

  After all, it was Lotte who would ultimately suffer the embarrassment and disgrace.

  The smooth progress of these events was rgely due to the fact that Baron Pedrol was often absent from the mansion, busy attending various noble bas. It was a good thing to show his fa front of these important figures.

  In the midst of this orderly bustle, Harbor Town weled the final night of Monday...

  Weebkun