NOVPUBChapter 428 -154 Chen 94: Nan Batian, is your setup hard to break? (10,000 characters for monthly ticket)_5
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These disciples in the countryside, rarely invited to enjoy meat and drinks, had a precious opportunity. After all, they usually couldn’t afford such luxuries.
Today, someone was serving alcohol, so who would care about this old dock?
Thus, the dock was deserted.
Meanwhile, not far from the dock, in a nearby forest, Liu Song sat in front of a carriage, as Weapons were being loaded onto a small vessel nearby. Soon, when the envoy from the Tute citizens of Northern arrives, they would sail away, completing the transaction.
Liu Song sat in front of the carriage, nibbling on a bunch of grapes.
Standing beside him were two men, one with a dark face, his guard captain, who was his cousin, personally selected by Elder Liu.
The other, a guard with a fair face named Zhao San, was selected through intraguild relations.
Both were his trusted confidants.
As they accompanied Liu Song, he was in high spirits, thrilled that the task of escorting the Weapons had fallen to him. He had to thank his own cleverness for selling the guild’s junk at high prices and earning a fortune for the guild; if not for his intelligence, even his father, Liu Laoguai, wouldn’t have assigned him this task.
Once this mission was successful, he, too, would establish great merit, eventually surpassing what his old man always talked about, Chen Jiusi.
Thinking of this, Liu Song ate his grapes even more joyfully, imagining the glorious moment of receiving his father’s lavish praises.
Meanwhile, the forest was filled with carts transporting pig iron.
When this pig iron reached the Northern blacksmiths, forged into fine Weapons, it would be perfect for combatting the Zoroastrian Sect’s Red Turban Army.
Liu Song offered some grapes to the dark-faced man behind him, “Cousin, have some grapes.”
“Old Zhao, you have some too.”
“Thank you, young master.”
Both men gratefully took the grapes, and Liu Song laughed, “Haha, why so formal, my friends? You are my right-hand men, destined to support me in the future.”
The two men didn’t say much in response, while Liu Song continued to dream aloud: “Once this mission is over, I’ll ask Dad to allocate the North Mountain Iron Mine to us. Then we’ll have our own enterprise and can carve out our own success.”
The dark-faced man said, “Young master, Master Gu has always managed the North Mountain Iron Mine; he might not be pleased if we just ask for it.”
“Don’t worry; Uncle Gu adores me the most. Right, Zhao San?”
Zhao San, hearing this, responded, “What the young master said is very true. You’re the heir to Guild Cao, it’s only right that you start taking on responsibilities early.”
Hearing this, Liu Song chuckled, “Hmm, that’s right.”
As Liu Song and his companions were lost in their aspirations, suddenly, from a nearby part of the forest, a messenger pigeon fluttered down.
At that moment, a member of the guild responsible for overseeing the transport of the Weapons was startled and immediately headed into the forest, soon spotting the pigeon.
A message from inside the guild?
The man paused. A message in the dead of night?
Was there some emergency?
Thinking this, he stepped forward, caught the pigeon, and removed a bamboo tube from its leg. Opening it, his expression drastically changed.
He turned and looked towards the forest edge where Liu Song sat on the carriage, eating grapes.
After a moment’s thought, he gripped the hilt of his knife, appearing to make a significant decision.
By stepping out, he would be exposing himself, and as a spy, his fate would now depend entirely on the enemy’s mercy.
But now that he had orders from the Hall Master, he had no choice but to decide.
With that, he strode forward and approached; noticing him, Liu Song’s guard immediately advanced, “Stop!”
Hearing this, the spy halted, looking at the dark-faced man.
“What are you trying to do?”
“I need to see the young master.”
“See the young master? As an external guard, why would the young master need to see you?”
The man introduced himself: “Let me introduce myself; my original name is Zhang, and I had the honor to be given the name Chen Ba by the White Tiger Hall Master.”
“White Tiger Hall Master? Chen Jiusi? Are you one of Chen Jiusi’s men?”
The dark-faced man, eyes wide, stared in disbelief at the man claiming to be Chen Ba. 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Chen Ba confirmed, “Yes, I was ordered by the Hall Master to infiltrate Guild Cao. It’s been three months now; may I see the young master?”
Cang Lang!
The dark-faced man drew his knife and pointed it at Chen Ba, “What are you scheming? What do you intend to do?”
Chen Ba, with the knife barely five centimeters from his neck, calmly said, “Commander, if I didn’t have something important, would I risk exposing myself to meet the young master? I beg Commander Hei’s understanding; I have words for the young master alone.”
Commander Hei, with furrowed brows, asked, “What do you mean?”
Chen Ba urged, “We must hurry, or it’ll be too late. Please, Commander Hei, inform the young master that I need to see him!”
Uncertain of what to do, since such voluntary exposure was rare, Commander Hei was at a loss.
Just then, Liu Song, hearing the commotion, turned and asked, “Cousin, what’s happening?”
Commander Hei replied, “Young master, a spy from White Tiger Hall wants to meet you!”
“What!”
Liu Song leapt up, shocked. A spy from White Tiger Hall hiding this close?
“Bring him here, bring him here!”
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