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"What happened?"
"Everything was fine yesterday evening. Tru was on guard duty at night. When we arrived this morning, Tru was unconscious, and the materials were all destroyed..."
Tru was one of Edward's warriors, the one who had just been carried to the town's infirmary.
From the extent of the damage, it was clear that it was deliberately caused by someone, not an accident. Moreover, it seemed that some sharp weapon had been used, and the technique was quite skilled; there was no unnecessary destruction. Each hole pierced through the steel joints appeared inconspicuous but actually rendered the entire piece of steel useless. Of course, a weapon alone couldn't achieve this, leading to the conclusion that the destroyer must be a warrior.
A warrior with considerable Fighting Spirit!
"What do we do now?" Yasthia asked, biting her lip. Although she was only helping Garen, as the commander of the entire project, witnessing this scene was distressing for her.
"What's the estimated loss?" Garen's voice sounded calm.
"Conservatively speaking, we've lost at least 400 gold coins."
"Sell off the scrapped steel; it's fine if we get a lower price. Then go procure a new batch of steel," Garen said after a moment of silence. "Let's pause the tower construction for now. Let everyone take a break."
Seeing Garen's composed demeanor, Yasthia couldn't help but be taken aback, recalling that moment on the Aguolon Plain.
Perhaps it was this unique calmness that gave others an absolute sense of security.
"And then? What if someone else destroys it...?"
"Don't worry; it won't happen again." Before Yasthia could finish her sentence, Garen spoke up first.
Yasthia wanted to say something more, but upon seeing Garen's calm demeanor, she inexplicably felt a chill and had no choice but to turn around and dismiss the idle warrior workers before heading towards the iron market in the town.
Before long, the Southern Suburbs became eerily quiet.
Garen moved a piece of scrap metal to the entrance and slowly sat down.
Since arriving on the Godeyas Continent, Garen had never truly been angry. The first reason was that he had a good temper and knew how to restrain himself; the second was that he always viewed the world, including people, with kindness. So even when someone deliberately offended him, he wouldn’t necessarily retaliate.
However, the construction of the Watchtower could not afford any mistakes.
This time, Garen was genuinely angry.
...
The Southern Suburbs were about two kilometers from the town and were once a key development area for Blackstone Town. Unfortunately, the Aguillon Mountains blocked the passage between the town and Baron’s capital, and My Lord Baron showed little interest in opening new roads. Over time, this area was completely set aside. In a sense, the Southern Suburbs were nearly forgotten.
So when Yasthia proposed purchasing land, the amount of gold coins required was not expensive. After all, in terms of environment, the Southern Suburbs might still be considered decent—lush forests and naturally formed rocks—but in terms of cost-effectiveness, it was simply too low.
As night quietly descended, three dark figures swiftly moved through the forest, their destination being the recently constructed construction site.
"Boss, hasn’t everything already been taken care of?" one shadow stopped and asked. "Why are we coming back for a second time?"
The shadow on the right also halted and looked at the imposing figure ahead.
"The higher-ups are not very satisfied," the bulky figure shook his head. "The steel can be bought again, but according to their wishes, they want us to completely destroy this project."
Three figures emerged from the forest, making their way toward the already taking shape Foundation Disc.
Clearly, only by destroying the Foundation Disc could this project be deemed a complete failure.
"That's strange. This small project shouldn't matter much to the higher-ups, right?" said the shadow on the left.
"Shut up. Do you think you can guess what the higher-ups are thinking?" the bulky figure replied coldly. "If I’m not mistaken, they probably want to win over that outsider. Therefore, we must force him into a corner so that he will have no choice but to seek help from them."
"Exactly! Boss, what you said is really..."
The Bulky Man chuckled proudly, clearly enjoying the praise, but at that moment, the other voice suddenly stopped.
"Sol?"
The Bulky Man turned around and saw a strange figure standing there! Under the cover of night, it stood like a nightmare! Sol's throat was gripped tightly, his face contorted but unable to make a sound...
"It’s you!" The Bulky Man recognized Garen at a glance.
His body shuddered violently, and he immediately shouted, "Bick!"
Another shadow finally came back to his senses and quickly drew a dagger from his waist, rushing forward with a low growl!
"So it was you." Garen quietly looked at the bulky figure.
The man's cheek was illuminated by the moonlight, and suddenly it was Black Scorpion! The other two men, Garen had also seen at Iron Fist Tavern, were respectively the subordinates of Oshuria and Lacreto!
Bick dashed forward but did not launch an attack. Instead, he quickly repositioned himself, trying to confuse Garen's judgment. Just as his agile steps took off, there was a dull thud! Garen swung his hand back with a slap, and Bick's figure was sent flying, leaving a trail of blood in mid-air before crashing into the bushes over ten meters away.
Just as Garen had evaluated these Arena Fighters at Iron Fist Tavern: flashy moves without real aggression!
Seeing this scene, Sol's eyes filled with fear, and he began to struggle with all his might. At that moment, he suddenly felt his throat loosen; Garen had unexpectedly released his grip. However, before Sol could react, Garen lightly hooked his toes, causing Sol to fall to the ground. Immediately after, Garen stepped on his chest.
"Crack!"
Sol let out a piercing scream before fainting.
What seemed like a long series of events actually occurred in an instant. Witnessing all this, Black Scorpion was already drenched in sweat and instinctively took a step back.
Although they were sent to cause destruction, it did not mean their strength was lacking. On the contrary, Aurei took this matter very seriously and sent capable individuals. For instance, Sol was a level 4 warrior! And Bick stood at the peak of level 4 Fighting Spirit, poised to become a level 5 warrior at any moment!
Yet these two men had no ability to retaliate in front of Garen!
Black Scorpion felt intense fear and also harbored deep resentment towards Aurei… What kind of monster had those two damned fools provoked?!
"Sir Garen… it seems there may be some misunderstanding between us. I…" Black Scorpion stammered in explanation.
"Misunderstanding? Then let's consider it a misunderstanding," Garen replied calmly, slightly bending forward. "However, you may have misunderstood; I am not here to resolve misunderstandings with you."
"I am here to teach you a lesson."
The moment the sound fell, with a whoosh, Garen sprang into action like a cheetah, instantly appearing in front of Black Scorpion. He raised his hand and delivered a powerful punch to Black Scorpion's chest!
With a thud, the warrior most likely to win this year's Iron Fist Overlord was sent flying like a ball, landing over twenty meters away on the ground, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.
Before Black Scorpion could rise, a cold hand grasped his throat, slowly lifting him up.
Looking at the one responsible for the destruction of the Watchtower, a flash of killing intent crossed Garen's mind but was quickly suppressed. Yes, he was indeed the true culprit behind the destruction, but he was merely following orders.
In that fleeting moment of revealed killing intent, Black Scorpion felt his heart nearly collapse under an unprecedented sense of powerlessness that swept through every cell in his body…
"As far as I know, you should be one of Edward's men," Garen said coldly.
Black Scorpion displayed a strange expression; his throat was being choked, preventing him from making any sound.
"So, does that mean you have betrayed him?"
Veins bulged on Black Scorpion's forehead as he felt Garen's fingers gradually tightening. Fortunately, at that moment, the grip suddenly loosened.
Black Scorpion seemed to want to explain something but hesitated deeply in fear of Garen.
"It's fine; no need to explain. I'm not interested in that."
Seeing Black Scorpion on the verge of speaking yet holding back, Garen grinned.
"Go tell Oshuria and Lacreto."
"See you tomorrow."
...
From the moment the labor market was monopolized, Garen knew that a direct confrontation with Aurei was inevitable.
Garen was not a indecisive person, so in his world, there was never any talk of "waiting a bit longer," "perhaps there could be a chance for reconciliation," or "there might be some other reason"—phrases like those simply did not exist.
When one hesitates, chaos ensues. All self-imposed excuses for delay are merely explanations for one's own incompetence.
Garen spent the night in the Southern Suburbs, waiting for dawn to set out.
Just as the first rays of sunlight appeared, Yasthia suddenly arrived in the Southern Suburbs, her pretty face filled with panic.
She handed a letter to Garen.
"I saw this nailed to the door last night..."
Garen read the letter carefully, his expression turning serious.
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