980: Chapter 593 Conspiracy_2 980: Chapter 593 Conspiracy_2 They were not afraid of facing such situations; many forr enemies of the Santarin Association ultimately succumbed to the temptation of benefits and joined their extensive Dark Intelligence Network, becoming a significant part of it.
This thod proved ineffective only against certain people, like King Yasan, who, as a ruler of a nation, would see the Santarin Association’s expansion within his Kingdom’s territories as the greatest erosion of his own interests.
However, the situation was different for the Lords he had appointed.
The benefits they reaped were carved out of the Koer Kingdom.
“Tempting and undermining this young Duke will not be an easy task.
I heard that half a year ago, the Santarin Association lost a shipnt in the Rocklands, and it still remains unaccounted for.
This young Duke’s Gnoll territory is just nearby.
Initially, you did not suspect him, probably because you thought he was too weak to make off with the shipnt.
Now it seems that it’s not that he was weak but that he has been deeply covert from the start.
It was after the loss of your goods that he suddenly gave up on developing the prospering Gnoll territories and turned his attention to the Valley.”
Mickros injected another harsh reality.
He had no evidence to prove that Gaven had led the Gnolls to rob the Santarin Association’s shipnt intended for Dark Castle; all he had were far-fetched associations and conjectures.
But often, such conjectures were enough.
As expected, Simmon, who had been nonchalant thus far, suddenly sat up straight, speaking gravely, “There is absolutely no possibility of sending troops against the Conqueror Army.
I ask you to leave Dark Castle imdiately and from now on, you are no longer welco here.
Soone, escort this man out.”
The decision made by the Dark Castle Castellan was the exact opposite of what Mickros had hoped for.
It left him no room to maneuver.
With a wave of his robe, a flash of Magic Aura appeared, transporting him away instantly and leaving a stunned Mickros behind.
Although the other party had initially disagreed with his proposal, at least their attitude wasn’t very firm, and he was allowed to reside in Dark Castle as a guest.
There was still room for negotiation, but being driven out of Dark Castle directly left no possibility at all.
“Tsks, tsks…” A muscular man dressed in black Armor beside him couldn’t help but let out a burst of laughter.
“General, did I say sothing wrong just now?” Mickros did not show any annoyance at the other man’s laughter; instead, he earnestly asked for advice.
This warrior, nad Goste, was the military Commander of Dark Castle, second only to Simmon in authority.
Unlike Simmon’s attitude, Goste showed a keen interest in the Sambian rchant’s proposal.
Recently, he had been getting quite close to Mickros.
In secret, he provided him with significant intelligence regarding Simmon’s temperant and had been promoting the matter.
“I warned you earlier.
The one thing our Lord of the Fortress cannot tolerate is being driven by hatred.
You actually tried to use this against him; isn’t that a mistake compounded by stupidity?”
Goste looked as though he was disappointed, and of course, he had his own interests in this affair.
Infighting and political maneuvering were commonplace within the Santarin Association, with mbers scheming their way up the ladder.
Goste was no exception; as the Commander of Dark Castle, he had held his position for quite so ti, and without any unexpected events, the chance of replacing Simmon was virtually impossible.
The war with the Conqueror Army was Goste’s opportunity, whether successful or not, it was bound to bring him significant benefits.
Should it fail, Simmon’s position within Dark Castle would beco shaky, and Goste could seize the opportunity.
Even if it succeeded, it wouldn’t matter; as the military Commander, he would inevitably get involved in the conflict, and thus he could amass imnse wealth and benefits.
Within the Santarin Association, with sufficient wealth, a high status wasn’t far off.
Who would have thought that slick old Simmon wouldn’t even get involved, leaving no strategy available.
“Is there still a chance to turn things around?” Mickros regretted the situation and was eager to find a solution.
“There is,” Goste said emotionlessly.
“What’s the thod?
Please tell , General,” Mickros asked anxiously.
“In this world, only one person can change the decision of our Lord of the Fortress.” Goste’s face revealed even deeper sarcasm, “That is Archmage Manson, the Master of the Santarin Association.
Convince that old man, and you’ll have your wish.”
Mickros’s face imdiately fell.
If he could reach out to Manson, would he have needed to struggle here?
“But…” Goste changed his tone, drawing out the word, hinting at a complication.
“But what?” Mickros clung to this like a drowning man grasping at a straw, refusing to let go.
Goste gestured towards the door and then walked outside.
Mickros got the hint and followed closely.
Clearly, Goste was worried about eavesdroppers and had news he only wanted the two of them to hear.
The two n left Dark Castle, one after the other, with Goste stopping in a secluded spot.
Mickros bowed once more and said, “General, what good strategies might you have?
As long as I can ensure my mission is completed, we in Sambia will never forget this favor.
The Selcok Family will certainly offer a generous gift.”
“Do you think I need your money?” Goste looked askance at Mickros.
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