boyutpedia Chapter 157 Warehouse Attack
Chapter 157 Warehouse Attack
Chapter 157 Warehouse Attack
"Sir, you mentioned you wanted to buy grains and flour, and we do have a considerable stockpile—but at this price—"
The guild manager glanced at Kane's simple attire, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
Kane nodded and asked, "How much?"
The chamber of commerce manager said, "One gold coin."
Kane's expression shifted slightly.
This price —
Normally, a bag of flour would cost only 6 silver coins.
A boatman can earn enough for a bag of flour by working hard for about three days, which is enough to feed his whole family for a week.
But now, the price has actually increased from 6 silver coins to 1 gold coin.
Kane's expression shifted, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Okay. But I need to inspect the goods first. I want 10 bags."
He arranged for Sofia to sell them about 20 bags of flour at a low price, in addition to the fact that the Chamber of Commerce itself had stockpiled food.
That's enough for him to create a fairly large dust explosion.
The manager's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Okay, it's in the warehouse in the back."
As he led Kane away, he gave a wink to someone in the shadows.
Led by the steward, Kane bypassed the shops and entered the warehouse at the back of the building through a side door.
The warehouse was dimly lit and was obviously much larger than the one where he had arranged for Risa and Ella to hide.
Rows of shelves were piled with all kinds of goods, and some were even divided into special storage rooms.
But as he passed a certain spot, Kane's eyes flickered, and he caught a faint, almost imperceptible whiff of blood.
He subconsciously looked in another direction, towards the deeper part of the warehouse.
"Sir, what's wrong?" the steward asked.
Kane shook his head: "It's nothing."
"Sir, may I ask what you intend to do with so much flour?"
Kane said, "Do you really need to ask such detailed questions?"
"No,"
The manager's eyes flickered slightly as he explained, "I was just wondering if we could provide more if you increased your purchase volume—"
"No need, let's complete this transaction first."
I'll come again next time if I need anything.
The steward nodded, then led Kane to a room: "Sir, the flour and similar goods are in this room. Please come in."
Kane's eyes flickered slightly as he went inside to inspect the shelves.
He reached out and touched it; it did feel like flour, but something was wrong—only the five bags on the outermost row were flour, the others were something else.
This amount is enough to create a dust explosion, but the scale of the explosion would probably be less than satisfactory.
Seeing this, the manager apologized, "I'll have someone replenish the goods right away."
But as he spoke, he took two steps back and left the storage room, leaving Kane alone inside.
Kane's eyes flickered slightly, seemingly unsurprised, and he addressed the empty room, "Aren't you coming out?"
Immediately afterwards, the wind picked up!
A wooden stick suddenly slammed down on the back of his head.
A masked man launched an attack.
But with a muffled thud, the attacker was kicked away and crashed heavily into the shelf! The flour bag fell and scattered, and the man immediately lost consciousness.
Hurried footsteps could be heard coming from outside the storage room.
The steward returned, accompanied by three guards.
The manager's expression changed drastically when he saw the masked man lying on the ground.
Kane stared at him and demanded, "Why did you arrange for someone to attack me? Was it for money? Or something else?"
The foreman looked at Kane and ordered the guards, "Seize him! But don't kill him!"
"Arrest but don't kill —"
Upon hearing this request, Kane frowned, a vague guess forming in his mind, which he then found somewhat absurd.
Could it be that Duke Eisenberg is now even kidnapping ordinary business guild customers to perform the Stigmata ritual?
He recalled the faint smell of blood he had just caught, and his suspicions became even more certain.
He stared at the manager and said coldly, "This isn't the first time you've done something like this, is it? Where have all the people you kidnapped been taken?"
The person in charge retreated into the crowd.
Three guards immediately charged forward, brandishing scimitars, swords, and clubs.
Without hesitation, Kane activated his Blood Acceleration and charged forward!
He struck two guards, sending them flying backward, crashing into shelves, spitting blood, and collapsing to the ground.
Upon seeing this, the manager turned pale, but there was no time to think further.
The last guard was also injured by Kane's swift movements and fell to the ground groaning.
The shelves inside the warehouse were knocked askew and tilted.
Soon, the guards were all knocked unconscious.
Kane slowly walked up to the steward, who had fallen to the ground in fright, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up.
Kane flashed his white teeth: "Where are the guards you recruited, and the people you kidnapped?"
The steward gritted his teeth, looking at Kane's face so close to his own, and for some reason felt a chill.
Kane smiled and casually picked up a curved knife from the ground.
Whoosh!
A finger flew up, and the manager screamed in agony.
Kane continued, "Go ahead and say it. At worst, you'll be punished afterward."
But if you don't tell me, you'll die by my hand right now.
Looking at the severed finger, the foreman was finally overwhelmed by fear and said in a trembling voice, "Those people—were taken south in batches—"
"South?" Kane pondered.
South, which is exactly the direction of the royal court?
Kane's eyes flickered, and just as he was about to ask another question, a voice suddenly rang out: "Blazing Orb!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fireball five feet in diameter shot towards Kane and the steward!
boom!
The fireball exploded, scattering flames everywhere.
The ground instantly filled with the smell of burning, and the bodies of the guards and stewards lay in the thick smoke.
A figure dressed in a black robe and holding a staff emerged from the other side of the smoke, looking disdainfully at the direction shrouded in thick smoke: "The Noble Council, or spies sent by the Mage Academy?"
But as the smoke cleared, his eyes narrowed slightly.
There were only four corpses on the ground: the steward and three guards.
As for the stranger, he has vanished without a trace.
Whoosh! The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.
A weapon flew into the air from the ground and shot towards him!
The black-robed mage silently chanted a spell and countered the attack with a "catapult" technique.
However, the black-robed mage's expression changed drastically the next moment!
Because a figure burst through the thick smoke and pounced on him at an astonishing speed!
The scimitar slashed down with a heavy whistling sound—it was Kane!
The black-robed mage remained unfazed and rapidly chanted, "Mage Armor!"
This protective spell took effect quickly.
But soon, his expression changed as Kane slashed twice in quick succession with his scimitar!
That invisible shield was showing signs of cracking.
The black-robed sorcerer hardened his heart and silently chanted a spell: "Pathogenic Ray."
A ghastly green beam of light shone towards Kane.
But in the void, the ray was blocked by an invisible shield.
"Damn it! Shield spell!"
The black-robed mage's expression finally changed. "You're a spellcaster?!"
Kane ignored it, suddenly closing in again, dodging a "magic missile" and then abruptly increasing his attack speed.
Click!
With a crisp crack, the mage's armor finally shattered.
An arm flew up with a "whoosh"!
The black-robed mage clutched his severed arm and retreated hastily.
Kane did not immediately give chase, but instead looked solemnly at the blade of his sword.
There was no blood on it, only some sticky traces like candle wax.
He turned his head and saw the black-robed mage with a cold smile on his face.
The severed arm flew back through the air under the influence of "Mage's Hand" and he caught it.
Immediately afterwards, he pressed the severed arm back into place against the wound—and the arm was reattached, the wound healing rapidly.
A "Melting Wax Demon" spellcaster.
Kane's expression turned completely serious.