Chapter 121: Old Acquaintance

  Seeing Adam Smith nod silently, Matthew naturally wouldn’t tell him.

  “You’ve barely escaped death, and now you’re close to dying again!”

  Yes, Adam Smith had just narrowly avoided a certaih with a luck value of "-5."

  Now his luck wasn’t "-5," but it was still a death omen of "-4."

  Moreover, he wasn’t the only one; most of the people in the voy outside also had dangerously low luck values, signaling impending doom.

  It seemed that the enemy pnning to strike owerful and ruthless, clearly intending to leave no survivors.

  However, the enemy's boldness only piqued Matthew’s curiosity.

  At this point in time.

  Sweetwater Town had just beeroyed, drawing the attention of the heril Empire.

  Any major as now would likely attract the notice of scouts.

  Currently, the heril Empire still maintained a strong grip on its territory.

  It wouldn’t be until year’s "Orc Frenzy" that they would begin to lose trol and gradually fall into colpse!

  “We ’t rely too mu the patrols; sihe enemy dares to strike, they must be prepared.”

  Matthew put down the neer a back to studying the map, absentmindedly rubbing the thick part, suddenly thinking:

  “It seems paper hasn’t been ied yet…”

  “A single sheet of part costs 50 copper s, but regur paper could easily be produced for just 2 copper s…”

  “Unfortunately, I’m not strong enough right now, otherwise, I’d have plenty of ways to make money…”

  The world is cruel, and the battle for profit is far more challenging than killing hundreds of trolls and ogres.

  As a member of the Ser Family, Matthew had developed the Ser Family’s most lucrative financial route, yet still faced envy from others.

  If he brought to fruition those ideas in his mind, mass-produced and promoted them.

  What awaited him might not be just assassination attempts anymore.

  Notig Matthew putting down the neer, Adam Smith felt his headache ease.

  Suddenly, he patted his forehead and respectfully handed over a ste belt:

  “This is from the lord for you.”

  Letting out a low "hmm," Mattheted the belt and sed it with his mental power.

  Inside were over ten new first-circle spell scrolls.

  One hundred sed-circle spell scrolls.

  Fifty “Fireball” scrolls.

  Three high-level spell scrolls.

  Lastly, there was a small teleportation formation.

  Adam Smith didn’t stare at him, keeping his head down as he tinued:

  “Two sets of small teleportation formations, with a total value of 10,000 gold s.”

  “Each small teleportation formation transfer 50 people or 1 million pounds of goods per activation.”

  “It es 100 gold s worth of magic crystals per activation, and after 100 activations, it o be ied and repaired.”

  “Medium teleportation formations are not yet for sale in Blood Moon City; you would o meet with the city lord…”

  Matthew wasn’t surprised by this. Small teleportation formations required high-level spellcasters to create.

  Medium formations needed even more advanced casters, and only the city lord of Blood Moon City had such power at the moment.

  For various reasons, Matthew didn’t want to tact the city lht now. Gng at the now-calm Adam Smith, he asked:

  “Do you have any information on the enemies?”

  Adam Smith quickly took out two scrolls and tio report to Matthew:

  “These are intelligence reports from both the lord’s manor and the Assassin’s Guild.”

  Seeing Matthew take the scrolls and carefully examihem, Adam Smith expined:

  “There are three suspects: Raeld from the Redwood Merts, Lynch from the Berts, and Lark from the Pfizer Caravan.”

  “The first two are my old rivals, and they’ve had dealings with each other before.”

  “I haven’t had much tact with Lark from the Pfizer Caravan, but he oried to get me to stop selling ‘Blood-Rejuvenation Potions’ in Blood Moon City or sell them to him at a low price.”

  Pfizer Merts!

  Lark!

  “Another old acquaintance!”

  Matthew didn’t have much memory of the first two suspects.

  But when it came to Lark from the Pfizer Caravan, he knew him very well.

  Lark was one of the most powerful merts in Blood Moon City.

  Even withiire Pfizer Caravan, he was one of the top deakers.

  Though young, Lark had risen through the ranks thanks to his family’s legad sharp wit, being the head of Pfizer’s operations in the Eastern Province.

  Even now, he trolled more than 10% of the Eastern Provirade market and resources!

  Matthew and the other pyers had even been hired by him before, pleting many tasks, so Matthew knew him i.

  A ing, profit-driven, cold-blooded, and greedy capitalist!

  Yes, in this magic-filled fantasy world, Lark could definitely be called a capitalist!

  Now, the young Lark was already quite powerful.

  Iure, he would shine even brighter!

  Iire Eastern Province, Lark’s word would almost be w!

  Having seen Lark's methods firsthand, Matthew wasn’t surprised that almost no one in the caravan would be spared.

  Lark never left any witnesses!

  His dark eyes glimmered with cold light, ah his cloak, the er of his mouth curled up slightly.

  Matthew felt a strange sense of anticipation for the uping battle.

  Without hesitation, Matthew decisively used 100 Fate s!

  "Ding! Choose to leave, -4 (death omen)!"

  "Choose to stay, -3 (bloodshed disaster)!"

  Both options signified danger, and Matthew quickly realized.

  Fate’s choices were not infallible; they only presewo extreme possibilities!

  If the enemy’s pns reached an unstoppable point, death would still be iable!

  This served as a remio Matthew not to pce blind faith in fate!

  “I choose to stay!”

  Nothing ged in the immediate situation, but Adam Smith’s luck value subtly shifted from "-4" to "-3."

  This clearly showed that Matthew’s choice had an effect!

  However, it still didn’t guarantee everyone’s safety.

  Casualties would be unavoidable!

  Exhaling slightly, Matthew's expression remained calm, and without expining anything to Adam Smith, he nodded solemnly and said:

  “Even if they have pns, they won’t make a move near Blood Moon City.”

  “Also, there are informants in our voy. They’ll definitely e to us.”

  Informants!

  Adam Smith’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively wao get out of the carriage to iigate, but seeing the Arist remain unbothered, he rexed slightly.

  Adam Smith couldn’t have known that Matthew hadn’t actually made any arras, and instead, without hesitation, said:

  “Go out and have people search, paying special attention to the people in carriage number 63 among the refugees.”

  “But don’t apprehend them yet; we don’t want to alert the enemy.”

  They were the spies!

  FAL