Chapter 1482 A Determined Murdoch
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Like so, the wheels of fate began spinning, with many narrowing their thoughts on the strange matters that unfolded.
[Assassin & Info Guild Masters]: Donât they still have their ships around? Then we still have hope! I give you all 3 weeks! I want information on these strangers fast!
[Nobles men]: Buy! Buy! No matter the price, buy the information. If we can get our own special carriages, our forces and prestige will strengthen! In the meantime, weâll be visiting City Lord Zeno too. Whatever secrets he was told, we must also know!
[Noble Ladies]: I canât believe I have the rare opportunity to see such beautiful carriages while on a ride along the streets. Whoever has them must be very wealthy. It just so happens that my daughter has just come of age. I wonder if these people would be staying for long? Hurry! Find out how long they would be and all you can about them. I must let my husband find a way to get us invited to their company. My children must catch their eyes!
[Wealthy Merchants]: Quickly! Prepare to throw a party and invite city Lord Zeno. He must get drunk and get in the company of women. I donât care what it takes, but he must tell us everything he knows⦠Also, get in touch with his favored wives and beside them all. Give them whatever they desire!
[Famous Carriage makers in Dario]: Did you not see what we just saw? We must learn how to make such godly carriages. If we do so, weâll be able to make a fortune overnight. No! No! We must find a way to contact these people and make their carriage masters take us as their disciples.
[More Carriage makers]: City lord Zeno⦠Only he can help us now. Weâve been creating expensive carriages for many nobles like himself. And even now, we still have projects from his household just submitted. So after our long working history with his household, shouldnât he help us this much?
One by one, many started making plans.
And Murdock was no different.
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âThey still have their ships around, meaning they arenât going back anytime soon.â
Murdockâs voice was shrill and heavy the more he spoke. Taking a sip of tea, he stared out his window, with his back facing the gathering of men in black.
âHear me now and hear me well. I donât care whether you have to eat your foot or slice off your own hands. All that is important is that you donât come back empty-handed.
~Hee-hee-hee~
The eerie cries of the anxious horse echoed into the room via opened windows.
Just below his window 3 stories down was an interesting spectacle that he wouldnât miss.
Hee~hee~hee~hee~hee~â¦
Several men pinned down the black and brown striped horse with butcher hands at hand.
Its legs shook with fear, and its eyes darted about.
It didnât want to die. It didnât want to die.
Hee~Hee~Hee~Hee~â¦
Those standing far behind Murdock couldnât see the spectacle. But the wails alone made their breathing turn heavy.
So cruel.
Even if they didnât have a problem killing other humans, killing reliant animals like dogs or horses was something 1 or 2 of them werenât too comfortable with.
A majority of them still couldnât care less. But there was always that one person in the gang of hard stoned killers who had a love for these creatures they relied on.
After riding their horses for so many years and having a strong bond with them, these few would feel a tingle in their hearts if told to put down their horses.
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Heeeee~~
Slash!
The horse was given a quick jab to its neck before it could even finish its cries.
~Gruphâ¦
Its whimpers grew softer and softer with every passing second.
It was blazing hot under the sonâs warmth. Yet, it was feeling colder as time passed by.
Was this its end?
Pfff~â¦
Blood squirted out like a fountain from its neck.
Body trembling, heart forcefully pumping blood to save the situation, the horse soon found its vision becoming darker and darker.
Dead.
The poor being was dead.
Murdock took a sip of his tea, staring at the useless pile of trash below.
âI told you. If you donât catch up, youâre only as good as dinner to me.â Murdock numbered underneath his breath as though talking to the soul of the deceased horse.
It only had itself to blame for being so useless.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Its meat would be the main course for tonightâs meal at the tables.
Both he and his many men would feat and the worthless beast!
Shiver. Shiver.
Many men in black couldnât help shivering.
They got their masterâs message loud and clear.
In translation, if they donât return with good news, they would be the âdead horse.â
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Very calmly, Murdoch turned around to face his men.
âWhat I want is good news. Every day, I want to revive at least one new piece of information on these strangers. Whether itâs about their favorite food, I want to know. Everything about them is my business!â
With a sweeping gaze, he passed one last look at them. âIf you canât tell me direct news about these visitors, I expect to see plans for action laid out. Whether you can infiltrate their ships or bribe them is up to you!â
Murdoch had a bad feeling about their visit.
They shouldnât be able to hinder the Societyâs main mission.
No matter how fast they moved, he found it hard to believe they would be able to reach the Capital so soon.
And maybe⦠Just maybe he was overthinking things.
Who said their final destination was the Capital? For all he knew, they could have headed to another city altogether.
Hmmmâ¦
The men in black subconsciously nodded, listening very attentively to their masterâs words. Anything missed could only result in them losing their necks.
âStarting from today, each of you is obligated to report your findings and plans before the end of each day! Now, go.â
In a flash, the men vanished.
Whoosh!