Alan was instantly confused and tried to argue, but the knife was on his neck and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, his throat would be opened by the sharp edge. He could only calm himself with sweat and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Alan clutched at Grenn, who was bound to him, with both hands, but an Arcane was no match for the strength of an Owul as powerful as Grenn. He was straining with all his might. Grenn's arm did not budge. What's going on? I'm the mole? A mole for whose? Why would Grant doubt himself? A series of questions sprang into Alan's mind, but the more nervous the little Arcane was, the more confused his mind became.
As Grenn and Abel confronted each other, a few sellsword soldiers gathered around them as if they had been prepared, and they began to question each other. Not to be outdone, the family stood by Abel's side, and the atmosphere was suddenly tense.
"Let me go, Southern savages! Don't you dare touch a Deco!"
"Didn't you listen to our boss? This is a spy!"
"What is the rape in a nineteen-year-old boy? Don't you spit!" Wood could not see that Alan was so unaccountably wronged as to jump to his feet almost instantly.
"Do you know, this boy told me he'd come to stand watch, and the doorman was here within ten minutes. He's not a spy!" Alan's bodyguard brother didn't leave any room for words, and he didn't even blush when he spilled his dirty water.
Wood was momentarily stunned, and was troubled to remember that it had been Alan who had called the first attack. He could only defend Alan, saying that Alan did not know how to guard his first time on the battlefield, which caused the sellsword to laugh unbristly. Allen has a direct downtime, want to speak, and can't say, further promoting the sellsword's vulgar sarcasm.
This was the blind spot that Wood had fallen into from the very beginning. When you think about it, the kid who didn't know anything about sentry suddenly asked for it? There's always a catch.
Abel, who had thought it all out, did not explain. He focused on the wind, its spear pointed straight at Grenn. The sellswords did not show any signs of being weak when they saw Abel play for real. The crossbow was raised, and the family Arcane saw that it was a good idea. The wind blade went straight to the sword, just like a World War.
"Let them go." Abel rarely got angry, not a word to spare.
"So if not him, who could have been the mole?" Grenn fought back, not afraid to point at his wind spear.
"Have you no idea who the mole is?"
"Then I don't know. My sellsword regiment is full of trusted old men, and if this boy wasn't trying to betray us, I don't know who else."
"Why can't this attack be an accident? If you were paid to do something, you wouldn't be doing anything like this."
"Who knew this guy who pukes at the sight of dead people was trying to sell us for what?"
'I'm the Deco man in charge of this, and I'm sure Alan's not a mole.'
"You know, Mr. Deco, this is not Epyi. Levitzk is the expert in finding spies."
In a few words, Abel and Grenn exchanged words several times, and when the negotiations were about to break down, Gordon and Shevell suddenly appeared, both with wind spears in their hands: "Grenn, release your men. The righteous men of Epp despise to throw their weight around."
Grenn smiled, but it was cold. "Well, since Mr. Abel has his word, I'll give you the rough one. But if I find out who is the mole, I will be merciless." Grenn said nothing more and threw Alan out of his arms. Alan finally got enough oxygen to get down on one knee and cough. Abel was hurrying Alan back to her side when a mercenary bolt shot out of the hand and flew straight at Gordon, in vain of course, as Gordon waved his hand and the long-poised wind spear pushed the incoming arrow into the bed of germs.
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
But everyone knows it's not slippery.
After all this, it's impossible to fix, so Abel just sent everyone on their way. Without any explanation from anyone, Alan, who had not been executed, quickly found out what had happened.
I was being used as a gun. The mercenary bodyguard must have switched places with him on purpose. Maybe he had picked up the Tumen's trail, and still had to switch Alan to this position, otherwise, there was no way to explain the coincidence. In doing so, he had given Grenn an excuse to attack. Further down the line, the House was supposed to give up the Sellsword, and Grenn was not willing to sit still, sending a message: Whoever tried to use the Sellsword as a soft target would pay the price. I may find it hard to kill the Great Arcane, but the people you want to protect cannot! I can catch it once, I can catch it again!
Alan, the worst of this farce, has been and will be held to his neck by a knife. Alan could not help wishing he had not listened to Abel and stayed by his side, or else this great mess could not have arisen and made the situation so passive.
In the few hours after the farce ended, the work of the team fell into a calm, as before, there was no slack work or even deliberate release of loopholes, and the team avoided the environment of Tumen several times in succession. There was even a modest bonus.
En route to the edge of McCabe, the family found a gem pit already in progress. But it must have been so heavily guarded that Shevell was forced to go as a scout around the perimeter of the pit. It was only because of the harsh conditions and the inexperience of a native warlord like Tumen that Shevell was able to look inside without alerting the sentry that any other man would have chased Shevell three or five blocks away.
The pit is not particularly bright. Until you get closer, you can only see the remnants of the light that permeate the layers of mushroom trees. But if you move a little closer, you can see the entire pit's three large lighting devices that stand out in the sky, and their white light shines like three artificial SUNS in the dark forest. Under the intense glare, the overseers and sentinels on the outside could hardly be more vivid. The Tumen miners were as numerous as ants, constantly coming and going in and out of the mine entrance. Some of them were carrying out the mined gems and other minerals to collect them, but most of them were dumping the mountains of dregs from the mine.
Shevell was reassured that, although it was rich in minerals, at least it was not as rich as gold. Roughly counted, this mine at least dozens of people engaged in mining. Even more dramatically, the mining facilities and lighting were all alchemy, surrounded by at least a dozen higher-order and lower-order Owu guards. The Arcane did not see them, but Shevell reckoned that one or two must have been there, otherwise the power supply would not have been stable. It's just that the mine isn't that far from where the river broke, so there's probably more to go. And how many Owu warriors does that take? How many Arcane masters? Dozens? A hundred? Combined with what the strike team brought to the table, it could be more. The Dominion of Tumen was only a small land northeast of Levitsk, with a population of only two or three hundred thousand, and the proportion of Arcane masters was only a small one. If tens of Arcane masters and hundreds of Arcane masters were devoted to the fungus forest, Tumen would not be completely emptied!
Full of diagrams!
This is terrible news. If the Tumens were upset, with so much power on the table, two great Arcane masters and an Abel would never be able to defeat them!
Getting out of the way was the only option, and the fact that the Tumens had discovered McCabe's secrets and had mined them was enough information by now. Just getting that message out, that's a big deal, and the only thing to think about is how to kill the other two and five behind you and save yourself! Shevell did not hesitate when he found out what was going on. He turned and disappeared into the darkness. Getting back into the ranks quickly and getting rid of Arcane oppression was the priority!