RPAGF Chapter 22 is just about killing someone to cover it up, it's that simple!
Chapter 22 is just about killing someone to cover it up, it's that simple!
A brilliant and ambitious plan outline had already formed in his mind. However, he still needed to carefully consider the details of the plan.
However, during this period of deliberation, I can finalize the candidates for the plan in advance.
Thinking of this, Mr. Loren subconsciously looked up at Green, who was sitting opposite him playing with a quill pen. He definitely couldn't do it.
How can someone who is rarer than gold be used to do dirty work?
Mr. Loren subconsciously dismissed the man's offer of the task in his mind, then raised an eyebrow at him: "Could you call Raymond over for me?"
This is the man Mr. Loren has chosen in his mind for this dirty work, Mr. Raymond, well, he's suited for dirty work.
Soon, Mr. Raymond was called into the office. Then Green also left, leaving them with the private space for the conversation.
Raymond's name sounds rather rugged, but in reality, he's just an old thief who's a little over 1.6 meters tall. He can lie about his parents being dead without batting an eye and speak calmly.
Such a person is perfect for infiltrating that village and stealing the technology of the loom. That's Mr. Loren's plan. He wants the mine, and he wants the loom too.
It's no wonder his plan was surprisingly hasty; the village, even if it didn't perish, was probably only half alive, so there was no need to put in much effort.
In fact, this simple staffing often proves surprisingly effective. After all, according to Green, the village seemed to have only a handful of cats left.
If in that situation a large number of people are mobilized to set up a stage and put on a show, just to scheme against a village.
The suffocating feeling of being trapped in a series of interconnected events was so intense that even if the village chief was an idiot, he could tell something was wrong.
Sending Raymond would be a reliable option. He could deceive if he could, and if he couldn't, he could steal. If he couldn't steal, Raymond was a skilled assassin and thief, so he could simply kill everyone else in the village, kidnap the technician who built the machine, and then bribe him with gold coins.
In Mr. Loren’s memory, Raymond had rarely succeeded in stealing, but when it came to killing to cover up a crime, well, he never left a single survivor.
Isn't that inappropriate?
And so, Raymond set off for his destination with what he considered a very easy task.
Of course, it's on foot. Due to the unavoidable factors in the orders issued by the capital, including but not limited to the control of coal, charcoal, firewood, and horses, which are the cavalry's favorites, it's definitely not allowed for ordinary people to ride out without some kind of bribe.
If you dare to ride it, the patrol team will dare to arrest you.
Of course, at this point, Raymond would also ask a question.
"Then why can Greene ride? And why can he ride two horses by himself?"
Loren's answer to this was...
"How can that be the same?"
And so, Mr. Raymond measured the distance with his own two feet, proving that Doug's earlier claim that it would take two days to travel from Autumnwind Town to Thorne's territory was pure nonsense.
Of course, it can't be said that Dugg is wrong. After all, when he said "many years ago," he was probably a child with short legs, and Dugg has not yet realized it. After a long journey of a day and a night, he indeed saw the damned but not dead village that Mr. Loren had mentioned.
However, Raymond, who had spotted the village from afar in the shadows of the forest, didn't foolishly charge straight in.
Loren may be mentally unstable, but is he himself abnormal? He just tells you to kill and set fires and you actually do it?
Okay, actually, I really was that kind of person before.
But nowadays, let alone myself, anyone who sees a small village with only a dozen or so people in the intelligence report has built a city wall more than 6 meters high, and it is still not finished.
A dozen or so people, over 6 meters tall, a city wall, made of stone? Anyone who isn't an idiot would probably make a similar choice to Raymond upon seeing this.
Can't we discuss things properly? Right?
Especially regarding the tasks Mr. Loren entrusted to me, I can handle the tasks assigned to others properly, but that old bastard Deng, does he really expect me to continue helping him with underhanded things? Dream on!
Okay, I can take back that statement for now. If conditions allow, killing someone to silence them isn't out of the question.
After sighing, Raymond slowly walked towards the village wall, having already come up with a reason for it.
If a village of a dozen people can produce two traveling merchants, then there shouldn't be any problem if I, born in Qiufeng Town, also go out to be a traveling merchant now, right?
As for what to sell? How can I possibly cross the vulnerable areas of the North Mountain Range in one day with so much stuff on my back?
I was definitely there to buy things, and my target was that batch of fabric and machines.
Anyway, I can always ask that old bastard Loren to reimburse me later.
If he dares not to reimburse me, then I'll have to beg Green for help.
After all, Green was the only person Loren knew who could be reasoned with.
And so, he put on a mysterious smile, a common expression among businessmen, and walked straight toward the city gate.
As he left, he didn't forget what someone had told him in the tavern: merchants always sang cheerful songs while traveling.
Unfortunately, he didn't have much artistic talent and could only subconsciously string together words in a rhyming way to produce an unpleasant sound.
Okay, so he said he didn't have much artistic talent. The moment that line of poetry left his lips, he knew his musical career was over.
However, this half-sentence of the folk song still attracted the attention of everyone in the village.
"Who are you?" A poorly dressed ordinary villager noticed Raymond and asked.
"I am a merchant, and today is my first day as a merchant. I'm here to buy things!"
As soon as Raymond finished speaking, Alex, who was building a complex gear structure resembling a mechanical watch not far away, immediately turned her head.
Buying things? You brought gold coins with you? Does that mean the gold coins you invested will come back sooner?
The other person who noticed this even earlier than Alex and took action was Thorne.
Standing in the center of the city gate, under the gaze of the villagers, Raymond, like a demon, felt as if an extremely tall figure was charging straight toward him from afar.
Holy crap, there's a paladin in this village who knows me!
Just as Raymond was about to run away, Thorne appeared in front of him, grabbed his hand affectionately, and shook it up and down: "You're a merchant, what would you like to buy?"