Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

It was clear that the vice-leader of the Bloody Hand Gang was in a very bad mood.

As soon as Bob pushed the door open and entered, he was met with a fierce glare and a barrage of foul language from the vice-leader.

"Those five men weren't killed by my sister. I know Lisa well; she doesn't have any hidden tricks up her sleeve."

"Then who was it? Did they die for no reason!?"

"It was a mage from Ilinor."

Upon hearing Bob's words, the vice-leader immediately sat up straight, furrowing his brows.

"Wait, what did you say? Ilinor? How does this involve another country!?"

"It's like this..."

Bob then briefly recounted Shermen's story to the vice-leader. After listening, the vice-leader finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down.

"Your sister is really lucky to have encountered such a thing. But you're sure that even if Ilinor's reinforcements come by mistake, it will only be around two hundred people, right?"

"Yeah, and my sister was even foolish enough to make it clear to that mage, telling him the truth. So don't worry, those reinforcements won't come."

"Hahaha, even if they do come, it doesn't matter. It's just killing a couple hundred more weaklings from a small country. It might even add to the excitement."

Initially, the vice-leader was startled, thinking that Ilinor would send several tens of thousands of regular troops, which the Bloody Hand Gang couldn't afford to provoke at all and would have to flee immediately.

If thousands of troops came, depending on their type, if they were all ordinary infantry and the like, they could fight, but they would likely suffer heavy losses and be severely weakened. They would have to reconsider.

But if it was a team of two hundred people...

Wasn't this just sending them to their deaths? Not even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth. How could these pampered kingdom soldiers compare to them, the Syndicate people who fought every day, without relying on numerical advantage?

And they had the nerve to call this reinforcements?

If these two hundred people were all "Hunters" from the Empire, then he would think it was more reasonable.

"Alright, let's get to the point, Bob. Did your sister tell you where the magic oil mine is?"

Bob shook his head and asked in return, "Brien, are you really sure there is a magic oil mine? I've tried to probe my sister many times, but without results. Lisa doesn't seem to be lying."

"Hmph, your sister is the leader. Even if you're siblings, she must still be hiding things from you."

"No, just now, my sister passed the location to me. Now do you believe it?"

Bob took out the "stone tablet fragment" he had been holding and placed it in front of the vice-leader of the Bloody Hand Gang.

Brien also recognized the stone tablet fragment. After all, although the desert people had declined, their culture still influenced these outsiders, including the stone tablet fragments.

Of course, these stone tablet fragments had long been scattered during the war, usually collected by black market merchants or other sentimental gang leaders as souvenirs.

Only the desert people were still so obsessed with them, and it was said that they even used this as part of the ceremony for transferring leadership.

Bob sighed at this. In fact, he also disliked this crude custom. After some thought, he finally didn't throw away this broken piece of stone and put it away again. After all, he was going to become the leader later.

Seeing that Bob had been passed the leadership by his sister, Brien was also a little puzzled, but he quickly shook his head and said firmly, "The magic oil mine definitely exists. If you don't believe me, do you not believe the Empire?"

"To tell you the truth, this information comes from the Great Sage of the Empire. Do I need to tell you what kind of existence the Great Sage is?"

Since the influx of outsiders into the Syndicate, these desert people naturally learned about the outside world, so Bob was certainly aware of the "Great Sage". The five Great Sages were not only high-ranking and important in the Empire, second only to the "Emperor", but they were all renowned and powerful mages who could even cast the legendary seventh-tier spells.

If that wasn't enough...

The vice-leader's next sentence shocked Bob.

"The reason I'm in such a hurry is that the Seventh Prince of the Empire, His Highness Olba, has personally set out on an expedition and is on his way to our Syndicate. If he's fast, he might arrive this week."

"At that time, if we can directly present the magic oil mine to the prince, from now on, you and I will be able to join the Empire and become followers of the Seventh Prince! Then we won't have to stay in this godforsaken place like the Syndicate anymore.

We won't have to breathe in a mouthful of sand, but instead embrace the fresh air of the Empire and enjoy the most abundant resources in the world. Can you understand that!!"

Following the vice-leader's words, Bob's eyes also became a little fiery, and his breathing quickened.

Such a beautiful future should be what everyone in the world dreams of.

That's right, what's so good about the desert?

The love for the desert is all bullshit!

Since you're so enthusiastic about the desert and like the Syndicate...

Bob's eyes gradually turned cold.

"It doesn't matter. Even if my sister really doesn't know the location, these desert people from the Ghost Tribe are all high-quality resources that His Highness the Seventh Prince needs."