Chapter 326: True Identity
"Don’t worry, the weapon’s not complete yet... What did you think they were transporting it for? It was being moved so the final part of its construction could be completed," Serys said lazily.
If the weapon had been completed, even she wouldn’t have agreed to return and try to retrieve it. Naturally, the bandits weren’t stupid and could’ve used the weapon against them.
But fortunately, the weapon wasn’t usable yet, and the final part had to be completed by the Everlight Moon guild before it could function.
Daniel let out a sigh of relief. Luckily, this wasn’t something he had to worry about—at least not for now.
At that moment, Elarion suddenly established a mental link with him and reported that Mr. Goat had exited his VIP room.
"It’s time to go. We need to get ready to take the weapon back. Just make sure not to face that Mr. Goat on your own—you can’t handle him alone. Don’t worry about the bandits," he warned Serys.
She nodded, and then the two of them exited the VIP room together. The only way out was through the way they came here—there was no other exit to anywhere else.
Still, Daniel wasn’t worried. The weapon wasn’t going to be delivered here anyway.
After that, they left the auction house but didn’t return to the palace. They just headed toward the location Elarion had told him about.
When they arrived, they both frowned a bit. This place was actually another palace—one that was heavily guarded.
"This might be trouble," Serys said as she looked at Daniel.
"Don’t worry. Worst case, we just take the weapon and run. We can always look for other ways to uncover the spy’s identity later," he said.
Given the circumstances, they didn’t have many other options. If things went wrong, all they could do was escape.
In fact, Daniel didn’t care at all about the guards stationed at the palace gates. They were all Rank B or C and could be sent to the afterlife with a single hit.
He wasn’t even concerned about the A-Ranks. His fallen were enough to deal with them. Besides, he hadn’t used them in a while—they were practically rotting inside his spiritual sea.
Naturally, they needed some action too.
The only real concern was the possibility that a Half-Step S-Rank might be inside. That would definitely be a major problem. Against someone like that, escape was the only option.
At the same time, inside the palace, a meeting was taking place.
"Thank you so much for your purchase, esteemed customer," said the man standing there—none other than the host himself.
But his face was no longer hidden. He no longer looked like a crow. His true face was now visible.
A middle-aged man with golden hair and green eyes. His behavior and speech weren’t like a bandit’s at all—he was more like a noble.
Even the man sitting across from him frowned slightly. He hadn’t expected this kind of attitude or language from a bandit.
The man looked like a relatively handsome young guy, with long tied-up black hair and brown eyes.
Have all modern bandits become like this? What a strange world.
Still, he didn’t care much and instead accepted the glass of wine the host had poured for him and took a sip.
’Excellent taste.’
"I should be the one thanking you for putting such a weapon up for auction," he said.
"Haha, no need to thank us. It’s our duty to sell quality items. Still, we didn’t expect such a fine customer who’d be willing to pay 15 Chaos Crystals," the host said with a smile on his face.
Mr. Goat’s expression darkened slightly. He felt like the man in front of him was mocking him, but he decided not to say anything.
"Still, do you know why we asked you to come here in person to receive the weapon, Mr. Goat?... Or perhaps I should call you Rynor—one of the seventy-two generals of the Elven race?" the host said with a smile.
As soon as Mr. Goat—or rather, Rynor—heard those words, the glass in his hand dropped and shattered.
He immediately stepped back a few steps, and a bow appeared in his hand, pointed directly at the host.
"How did you find out?" he asked coldly. He hadn’t expected his identity to be revealed so easily.
But how had it been exposed? He had used the best items available to disguise his face, scent, and aura so no one would know he was an elf.
So how did this man know?
’This is bad. Maybe I should kill him,’ he thought.
But before he could make a move, he suddenly felt powerful auras lock onto him, warning him.
Cold sweat ran down his face. It was clear these bastards had been ready for him from the start.
"Please calm down, Mr. Rynor. We didn’t bring you here to fight," the host said, still smiling.
"This is bullshit! I should’ve known from the beginning that coming to a palace to get a weapon you could’ve given me at the auction site itself was stupid," Rynor growled.
"We only want to do business, Mr. Rynor. We’re not your enemies. In fact, we might even be able to help you with the reason you came here," the host said.
Rynor hesitated and didn’t respond right away. Clearly, the man’s words had made him conflicted, though he still didn’t trust him.
"How can you help? And what do you want in return?" He knew well—nothing in this world comes for free.
"You came here to capture that Dark Elf, right? But that Dark Elf is currently with the Lionhearts family, and you can’t do anything on your own. On top of that, since you elves broke the treaty, you obviously can’t officially request the return of that Dark Elf anymore," the host said, then continued,
"But we can help you take back that Dark Elf and return to the other elves without any issues. In return, we’ll just need you to help us with a small task."
"What kind of help do you want?" Rynor asked. In truth, the man was right. He couldn’t retrieve the Dark Elf on his own, and the Elven Council couldn’t secretly send more elves either.
The humans would definitely notice, and relations between the two sides would worsen, potentially leading to war.
And the elves weren’t in a position to start a war.
"It’s simple. We just need you to carry out a suicide attack on the Ten Thousand Treasures Auction House," the host said with a smile on his face.
Rynor frowned and was about to respond, but suddenly a loud explosion was heard.
"We’re under attack!" the palace guards shouted.