Chapter 122: Using a Stratagem
At noon.
The scorg sun baked the earth.
The muddy ground cracked open in pces.
Even the hazy mist had mostly dissipated, revealing patches of sy puddles.
Twisted eyes occasionally peered out from the grayish-yellow reeds, but after seeing the size of the voy, they “obediently” retreated.
Their creed was to bully the weak ahe strong!
By midday, the voy had left the trol of Blood Moon City and arrived at the outskirts of the Misty Marsh.
Adam Smith, looking grim, stepped down from the carriage and poio a nearby hill:
“Stop a, prepare to cook.”
Then, in front of everyone, he reprimanded his personal guards.
Soon, the guards began searg and questioning within the voy.
They approached the temporary leaders of each group, casting scrutinizing g everyohey saw.
The people in the voy were fused.
They didn’t know what had happened.
The pushcart workers stopped, skillfully cheg the vehicles and firming everything was in order.
The squad leaders fed the mules, covertly the pushcart workers.
If they could find a suspicious person, they might win Adam Smith's favor.
The adventurers returned from all dires.
They had only found traces of fishmen but hadn’t engaged with anyone.
They wouldn’t casually provoke those endlessly multiplying monsters unless necessary.
Aeam of guards moved to the hill, skillfully digging pits, lighting fires, setting up stoves, and pg pots.
As the water boiled, the rich aroma of meat quickly spread.
The refugees in the back, smelling the st, immediately calmed down.
As long as there was food, they would be obedient.
The refugees took out small stools, sitting down to rest while whispering to each other.
“What are they looking for?”
“Did someoeal something?”
“They seem to be looking for a fugitive!”
“No, I heard they’re searg for someone specific…”
“Something doesn’t feel right; what exactly is happening?”
“Don’t worry about it, just rest for now!”
“That’s right, we still have a few days of travel ahead…”
“…”
Everyoheir voices low, trying not to appear too tehe personal guards only asked questions and didn’t take any a.
This made everyone even more curious about what was going on.
The carriages full of elderly, weak, and women opeheir doors and windows, revealing thin faces.
This was the result of a few days of recovery.
When they first arrived in Blood Moon City, they were on the brink of colpse, pale and weak.
Now, smelling the food, their faces showed anticipation. After suffering through huhey only longed for a full meal.
In one of the crowded carriages.
A slender figure, seeing the approag guards, couldn’t help but feel nervous.
If discovered, she might face mortal danger.
She was beginning tret it…
But she quickly forced herself to calm down and squeezed to the window like the others.
Captain Mellen of the personal guard approached, notig the nervous old woman. Suppressing his thoughts, he smiled gently and asked:
“o worry, ma'am. This is just a routine inquiry. Has anyone been ag unusual tely?”
“Like frequently going off alone, out of everyone’s sight?”
The old woman houghtfully, thely shook her head.
Captain Mellen gnced up at the carriage, just catg a glimpse of a pair htened eyes, causing his heart to skip a beat. He decisively turned and moved on to the carriage.
Adam Smith had made it very clear: identify and firm the target, but don’t make it obvious.
The old woman subtly turned back to the others in the carriage, lightly gesturing and saying in a hoarse voice:
“Did you hear that? Keep an eye on anyone who goes off alone.”
Finally, she let out a breath of relief. Like everyone else, she quickly rying to show no signs of abnormality.
Lunch was generous.
The sweet and delicious rice pe was even mixed with meat.
Paired with hearty bck bread, it replenished everyone’s strength.
It seemed the personal guards hadn’t found anyone or any clues, and no further a was taken, as if it had just been a routine inquiry.
The voy quickly resumed its journey.
Most people soon fot about it, but she kept it in her mind, not daring to make any other moves.
The bzing sun gradually lost its iy.
It sank into the heavy evening glow, dyeing the sky red.
The clouds, uo bear the sun’s heat, scattered with a blush, f strange shapes.
Seeing the town in the distahe tension that had gripped Adam Smith all day finally eased.
Matthew withdrew his gaze from the voy and pulled out a unication Spell scroll, tearing it open as he said:
“We rest well tonight. The battle will happen tomorrow!”
Adam Smith immediately recalled.
After Sweetwater Town was destroyed, the inal route had to be ged, and the voy could no longer reach a town every day.
They could stay in a town tonight, but not tomorrow night!
If anyone po attack, tomorrow night would be the best opportunity.
Adam Smith silently hen got off the carriage to make tact with the townspeople.
He khere was likely no daoday, but he still cautiously reminded his personal guards to stay alert throughout the voy.
Matthew looked at the blood-red moon, exhaled deeply, and slowly closed his eyes, sending his sciousness back.
As soon as he opened his eyes again, he saw Yaya.
She was staring at him with wide, bd-white eyes, tilting her little head as she curiously observed Matthew’s as, asking in a bright voice:
“What are you doing?”
Matthew gently stroked her head, feeling the warmth of their e, and softly replied:
“Meditating, want to try?”
“Huh? I do it too?”
Matthew was about to nod when he suddenly realized.
How did this little o in here?
Matthew carefully examined Yaya’s status panel.
Sure enough, her physical attributes had signifitly improved si time:
Name: Yaya
Race: Drago.
Css: Level 1 Warlock.
Age: 2 months (Wyrmling stage).
Talent: True Dragon Bloodline LV1 (+)
Challeing: 9+ → 10+!
Equipment: Shadow Fang
Feats:
Extraordinary Feat - Dragon’s Might LV2: Unleashes terrifying pressure, imposing a -10 willpower resistan all surrounding creatures!
Extraordinary Feat - Banishment Breath LV2: Causes a liime-banishment breath on objects or enemies, exiling them in time for 2 months!
Attributes:
Strength: 12 → 13
Agility: 14 → 15
Intelligence: 18 → 19
stitution: 14 → 16
Perception: 20
Charisma: 22
Luck: +5
Evaluation: A leg you ot afford to miss!
Matthew instinctively raised an eyebrow:
“The True Dragon Bloodline still be improved?”
FAL
