Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 1183 - 1177: Old Colleague

The three of them, Ronald, did not wait long.

Or rather—they didn't dare to let them wait too long.

Pleer, a big merchant of [Gioluno], had also just become a Caster, but thanks to the advantages of his wealth, he was far more aware than ordinary people of the dangers posed by these Casters.

Especially the powerful ones among them, who are monsters not constrained by reason and common sense.

So when he received the news from the butler, this big merchant immediately rushed over.

"..."

Pleer walked into the reception room and scrutinized the three of Ronald.

These were three Casters who looked very young, and analyzing the details of their clothes and appearance, they were the type who didn't usually engage in physical labor, unlike the fortunate ones in the city who had just become Casters from ordinary people.

Combining this with the high-level power exhibited by the other party earlier, Pleer, as a businessman, already had a preliminary judgment in his heart.

"Gentlemen, may I ask what you need me to do?"

Not complete hostility, nor a peculiar person causing trouble for no reason, eliminating these two possibilities, Pleer believed that the other party's request for himself was the most likely situation.

And the display of force earlier should have been to make him cooperate with them.

"You guessed it right, Mr. Pleer." Sitting in the reception room, monitoring the other party's psychological changes, Ronald nodded at this moment in response, "I came here for the [Grid] slave you bought at the slave market last night."

"..."

Upon hearing Ronald asking directly.

Pleer pondered for a few seconds, and then a confident smile appeared on his face:

"Are you acquaintances of the goods I have?"

"Although I understand that your relationship from the same place is very close, slave trade after all is a tradition passed down for hundreds of years in Runi, even if…"

Pleer initially thought he had found the rhythm of negotiation and was ready to use the tradition of the [Runi Kingdom] to negotiate an interest exchange with the others.

But unfortunately, this usual trick of businessmen was not quite applicable today.

He had barely begun to speak when he was instantly interrupted by Ronald's stern voice filled with intimidation:

"Mr. Pleer, you need to bring them over immediately."

"The reason I am sitting here is not because I want to engage in inefficient negotiations with you, but out of respect for life, hence not taking more direct measures."

"..."

Pleer's expression froze on his face.

Then he quickly reacted and resumed his usual calm expression, but his slightly trembling fingers revealed the nervousness in the heart of this big merchant.

—All his judgments were wrong.

The three people in front of him… at least this man sitting in the center.

Were definitely not an existence with whom problems could be easily solved just through dialogue!

This attitude and gaze.

He had only seen it among the seven cult Magicians who managed the entire kingdom.

Pleer realized a serious fact—although he could still sit here and talk with them, in reality, his life was no longer in his own hands.

These were not ordinary people who care about 'local traditions' and 'public opinion'.

But real tyrants who declare control rights!

"..."

"Sir, I will go and bring them here immediately, please wait a moment!"

Pleer dared not hesitate and immediately got up to head for the door.

Just then, a reminder with a hint of laughter, yet not at all warming, came from behind from Heloise:

"Pleer, you better make your move quickly."

"And if you think of taking this opportunity to escape, I fear some unfortunate events might happen that no one wishes to see —"

"..."

The businessman, who had just reached the door, paused abruptly.

Then he said nothing further, except for his steps speeding up again as he left, without any superfluous actions.

Only after Pleer's departing footsteps disappeared from the doorway.

Heloise, who had just been helping Ronald to create an imposing manner, then turned a curious gaze towards him:

"Ronald, this way of completely overpowering others with strength, is not like the you I knew before, is it?"

"If there was enough time, I wouldn't mind taking it slow." Ronald showed a slight bitter smile on his face, he actually wasn't fond of his current manner, "However, we have to catch up with the [Grid] fleet later, so when doing things now, it's best to consider efficiency."

Heloise nodded slightly to show understanding.

Not to mention the reason behind Ronald's current manner originated from herself, just considering Heloise's identity as a former agent, she was quite accustomed to such actions.

...

Next, Ronald and the others still did not wait long.

Pleer, aware of priorities, did not dare to delay, and after leaving to go to the slave warehouse, he took less than ten minutes for a round trip.

But unlike his demeanor when leaving.

This big merchant returned to the reception room again, followed by three rather capable Casters for protection, and behind him, no one appearing dressed as a slave could be seen.

Where was the [Grid] slave?

The merchant in front of them should not have the guts to resist them!

"Hmm?!"

Ronald raised an eyebrow, his voice slightly displeased.

But before he could ask, Pleer stepped forward and explained proactively, his tone and demeanor both nervous and flustered:

"My lord, there's trouble!"

"I just went to check on the slave warehouse, but then found out—the [Grid] person I acquired last night has mysteriously disappeared today!"

"..."

—The other party's panic was feigned, but not his nervousness.

—And this guy wasn't lying.

Monitoring Pleer's psychological fluctuations, Ronald immediately made a judgment.

Without caring about the businessman's minor schemes, he headed directly towards the outside of the reception room.

"Let's go, we need to take a look at your slave warehouse."

When Pleer went to check earlier, Ronald had already confirmed the location of the slave warehouse through his movement.

This guy, how is he so familiar with my territory?

Walking along the way, Pleer couldn't express much besides feeling both surprised and angry. All he could do was follow behind Ronald like an attendant, along with his three bodyguards.

Soon, the group made their way through a spiral staircase to the basement of the apartment.

This area housed rows and rows of systematically arranged underground jails, with quite a few 'products' currently placed there.

Yet, in front of the three of them.

The dungeon that supposedly housed the [Grid] Caster—was empty.

"..."

"Wait, I think I've found something!"

Heloise suddenly spoke, then walked into the dungeon to begin inspecting the corners.

It wasn't long before she stood back up, her expression turning extremely grave:

"Ronald, it's the handiwork of my old colleague."

"He was taken away last night by agents of [Entrod]!"