Defiance of the Fall

Chapter 231: Rooting out Problems

“This had better work,” Ogras grunted in annoyance. “This god damn array almost cleaned me bare.”“Well, it was you who decided to buy through the mercantile system rather than wait for Lord Atwood to return,” Calrin responded, not able to hide his glee.

In front of them was a huge table wrought some crystal, and its surface was covered in dense fractals. Oddly enough each of the legs had sharpened ends, and all four of them were currently embedded into the ground. They were in a secluded cave right in the middle of the island, and this place had also become the headquarters of their operation.

Ogras only glared at the little twerp for a bit bit, thinking of methods he could have revenge without getting caught. He just knew that the little shit had added a substantial premium to the tools required when he saw the hurry that Ogras was in. But he could only swallow his ire for now, and he instead took out a crystal from his sleeve and put it to his mouth.

“Are you ready?” Ogras asked into the crystal.

“… Ready,” a sullen voice responded from the other side.

“Come now, don’t be like that. I’m sure that Zac will warm up if he heard you protected his sister,” Ogras snorted.

Alea had been a complete drag the past weeks, drifting about like a brooding ghost. That man kept throwing annoying problems at him just to go on exciting adventures. Now Ogras was supposed to be some sort of marriage counselor as well? Well, at least he would get an adventure of his own if this all worked out, and he could leave all this crap behind.

The plan had taken a week of intense re

She seemed surprised to see him and immediately ran over toward him as she kept looking around for any hidden threats.

“Are they coming?” Alea asked with some worry as her brows furrowed.

Ogras didn’t answer, and instead immediately skewered her heart with his lance. At the same time, dozens of shadowy spears gored her body from every angle. Blood flowed like a fountain, and she slumped over with shocked eyes.

“How..?” she coughed, but the next moment she lifelessly fell over.

The next moment the door opened and both Alea and MacKenzie looked out of the house. The moment they saw Ogras they immediately swallowed a piece of Springroot. Ogras looked down at the copy of his general with a sneer.

“You’re years too early to try a trick like that on me,” Ogras muttered in disdain.

He searched the body and found another of those ghastly knives that even were enough to kill that human cockroach of a teammate. Ogras’ heart couldn’t help tightening upon seeing it since it showed just how close to death he had been.

The last shapeshifter had likely tried to lure him over and quickly kill him with the dagger. If he also managed to kill Alea afterward he would be able to run essentially rampant in the town. Ilvere was the strongest fighter apart from them, but his skill-set was not suited to deal with assassins.

“Good work,” a voice said, and Ogras turned over to see MacKenzie walk over with a water bottle.

“Do you have anything stronger?” he muttered, but in the end accepted the bottle anyway.

“That stuff is not good for you,” Kenzie said with the voice of someone having repeated herself innumerable times.

Alea looked at the two with a slight frown, before snorting and walking away, pointedly ignoring the mauled copy of herself on the ground. Ogras shot her a glance and shook his head with a sigh. She was likely leaving to keep watching that tree up in the mountains. That left himself and MacKenzie alone in the small courtyard, silently watching over the sunset.

“So when are you leaving?” Kenzie suddenly asked.

“We’ll do a sweep again tomorrow, and if all is clear I will leave immediately after,” Ogras answered. “I don’t know how long it will take inside, but I want to be back before your brother returns.”

“I’ve heard those places can be pretty crazy,” Kenzie muttered, looking over at him with a steady stare. “Stay safe.”

“I will.”