The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 244

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Chapter 244: Stolen Goods Go to the Fence

Somehow, with Balthazar's appearance, quite a serious meeting had been formed.

"Ah, so you're the one?"

Balthazar grasped Reinholdt's hand.

"I've heard much about how Valkenhain's Royal Guard Grand Commander is an exceptionally strong and capable soldier."

Reinholdt bowed his head.

"...I never imagined there would actually be a survivor from Eisenach. It's truly surprising and miraculous."

The old man smiled faintly.

"I was the elder brother of the former Lordstir."

"I offer my condolences for the tragedy that befell your family and clan."

"Thank you."

Reinholdt looked into Balthazar's deep eyes and said,

"...Duchess Lusatia seemed to have completely overcome what happened seven years ago."

"That's thanks to Allen."

Balthazar nodded.

"By the way, how was it? Doesn't Allen look just like his mother?"

"He really does."

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"The rumors about him resembling the fairy folk turned out to be true."

At this somewhat unexpected praise of his appearance, Balthazar's eyes softened gently.

"Ah, the renowned Young Lady Siena."

"Renowned? That's hardly appropriate."

Siena bowed her head with a respectful attitude.

"It's still just an insignificant name."

"Haha! Your modesty is excessive."

Siena shook her head and said,

"Actually, I was defeated by Young Master Allenbert this time. I brought out all the power I had, but my most confident defensive technique was broken through."

Interest sparked in Balthazar's eyes.

"Oh my, surely not the Black Dragon Scale Lock Armor?"

"You know of it?"

"When you live long, you hear all sorts of stories, Young Lady. How could I not know of that famous technique from the Black Hawk Soul-Binding Sword Technique?"

Balthazar chuckled.

"Above all, Valkenhain is a martial Clan that stands as equal to that Grunewald, isn't it?"

"How embarrassing. In the end, 'once again' we were the ones defeated."

I quietly watched the conversation between the two.

'They're getting along better than I thought.'

Even if their cultures differ, that man was once royalty who ruled a clan. Therefore, there existed a certain nobility and dignity between the two of them. It was a rare sight in the underworld.

'Is that why?'

The moment Balthazar appeared, the Bisakino Brotherhood, which had seemed like some suspicious and dangerous underworld organization, instantly felt like a deeply storied and mysterious shadow group.

'At least to those two, it would especially seem that way.'

An underworld organization joined by survivors of Eisenach. Even I thought it was quite impressive.

'Though there are some idiotic executives.'

Receiving my gaze, Zizek asked,

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing."

I glanced back at Nagan and asked,

"Are you okay? You were quite shocked, weren't you?"

"Yes, well. I was quite surprised earlier."

Nagan replied with a face that had finally calmed down somewhat.

"I never imagined Karzan and the Young Master were the same person."

"Sorry about that. I was planning to tell you eventually, but circumstances delayed it a bit."

"It's fine. It would be more problematic to carelessly reveal secrets to just anyone."

"That's Nagan for you. A man called boss despite his youth has a different caliber."

I clapped my hands.

"That Zizek bastard was trembling like he was about to faint."

"Well, he still lacks training."

"You're openly insulting someone right in front of them."

"Did you hear that? Sorry."

Then Knut, who had been quietly sipping water, slipped into the conversation.

"It's fine. Both people and beasts learn when they get hit enough."

"..."

I blinked a few times and looked at Knut.

"Brother, is that comparison right?"

"Of course. When I was living in the Virgenhrid Mountains, I tamed two very fierce bears and traveled with them, and the method was..."

"Oh ho."

I listened intently to where bears hurt when hit and what their weak points were, then suddenly turned to Zizek.

"Come to think of it, Zizek."

"Yes, Young Master."

"Young Master is what..."

I rubbed my goosebumps.

"Forget it, just speak more casually. It's disgusting."

"Is that okay?"

Zizek, who had been gauging the mood, lowered some of the stiffness in his voice.

"...Then what should I call you?"

"Just call me boss."

"Got it."

Only then did Zizek smile broadly.

"Now you seem more like the Boss Karzan I knew."

"That's who I am."

I nodded and asked,

"What about Moritz and Luen, and Bridget and Colin?"

"The kids are doing well. Peter's family members have already moved and are being safely protected."

"Good, your work is getting cleaner by the day."

I can't handle every detail myself. And Zizek is quite a trustworthy guy.

"Um, Young Master."

When Nagan interrupted as if he had something to say, I said,

"Same goes for you, Nagan. Boss is fine for the title."

"Mm, understood."

Originally he called me Karzan, but now that he knew I was his employer and sponsor, we needed to clarify the hierarchical relationship in our titles.

"Actually, Red Mist Alliance Godfather Bazalo asked to arrange a meeting with the boss, that is."

"Really? Alright, let's schedule it as soon as this matter is handled."

"Thank you. I thought I'd get an earful if I asked about your intentions, so I just answered that it was possible."

"That was appropriate quick thinking. I too wanted to meet that guy at least once."

"Thank you for understanding."

"Thanks for what."

After quickly discussing the accumulated current issues, I clapped to draw attention.

"It seems we've covered all the stories we needed to share, so now it would be good to discuss business."

"...First, let me explain the situation to everyone."

Siena cleared her throat once and began the story.

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"Things have gotten a bit complicated."

Balthazar let out a thoughtful sound after hearing the whole story.

"Stolen treasure, the underworld, and a thief who came to meet a fence hoping to get a higher price."

"However, elder, the top priority should be preventing the Ebony Oath from falling into the underworld's hands."

At Nagan's words, Zizek furrowed his brow.

"Then what should we do? Should we wait for it to appear at the auction house and purchase it?"

Then Reinholdt spoke as if it were unthinkable.

"That would not do. For the original owner to repurchase stolen goods makes no sense and lacks honor. The great Valkenhain cannot make deals with mere petty thieves."

"Mm, that's true, but..."

Zizek could only nod, unable to argue against the Royal Guard Grand Commander's words.

"Allen, what are your thoughts?"

"Before I share my thoughts, there's one thing I'm curious about."

I asked.

"That fence, Diamando was it? What kind of man is he specifically?"

"He's the most reputable fence in this Grunewald city's underworld."

Balthazar answered.

"From what I hear, he has a network that can move stolen goods anywhere overseas, and solid connections with various big shots who back him. He always provides the most precious items at the black market auction house too."

"Hmm."

Nagan added to the explanation.

"In short, he's not just a simple fence. He's an existence that connects thieves renowned in the underworld, auction house operators, merchants, and nobles while handling their goods."

"In other words, he's someone even the Bisakino Brotherhood can't take lightly?"

Nagan acknowledged this.

"Even our previous godfather showed mutual respect with that man. He was too elusive and connected to too many people to easily mess with."

"I see."

I understood what his survival strategy was.

"Thanks to surrounding himself with a dense network of connections, he's guaranteed his own safety. Like a spider."

"That's how you could see it."

I looked around at everyone and said,

"If he's that level of person, then it makes sense that the thief would dare to play both sides against the underworld while trying to drive up the price."

"You're right, Allen."

Then the method is surprisingly simple.

"Rather than looking for that elusive damn thief, we should target the moment when he comes to meet the fence and steal it then."

"Ah!"

"That's a good idea."

Siena and Nagan said simultaneously.

"Excellent judgment."

Balthazar nodded approvingly.

"Finding the fence would be much easier than finding the thief. Moreover, an attack by a third party rather than the underworld would be hard to anticipate."

"That's exactly the blind spot."

Siena, who had been listening to our conversation, worried.

"Young Master, wouldn't that risk making enemies of both sides?"

"That's why I plan to secure cooperation from the fence's side in advance."

Siena asked in surprise,

"Ah, how do you mean?"

"There are roughly two methods."

I held up two fingers.

"I'm curious. What kind of ingenious strategy..."

"One is to beat the shit out of him first."

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"And the other is to make him an offer he can't refuse."

But now with appropriate threats mixed in.

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"Finally getting to work together with you."

"Please take care of me, Brother Knut."

"Mm. Let me witness the skills of the famously renowned super genius."

I included Knut and Zizek in this operation.

'Knut's martial prowess is second only to Reinholdt among us.'

Speaking of skill level, he probably ranked somewhere between Ulbhild and Rudgarda.

'Though he's older than both of them, it's still impressive.'

"By the way, this is elite among elites."

With me, Siena, Reinholdt, plus Knut and Zizek.

"Especially having Zizek join is like having a thousand troops."

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"We need someone to run errands, don't we?"

"..."

"I'm joking. Don't look so hurt."

"Yes."

We were now secretly going to meet Damien.

'Information broker and smuggler Damien should definitely be able to find out Diamando's location.'

Come to think of it, hmm.

'With this level of force, couldn't we just take over the Red Mist Alliance?'

While Reinholdt holds down the Red Mist Alliance leader, the rest of us could easily sweep away the other executives and more.

'Then we'd be swallowing up Grunewald's entire underworld.'

Of course, it's not realistically possible, but with this level of force mobilized, I was confident we could beat the hell out of either the underworld or Diamando.

"Young Master, by the way."

While moving under cover of night, Siena spoke to me.

"I understand the name Karzan has been quite the topic in the kingdom's underworld recently. You killed the underworld's Houten?"

"That's right."

"I never imagined that it was the Young Master."

I smiled coldly.

"Nobles need darkness."

This was something Verdzig had said.

"Was Houten strong?"

"He was strong. His martial arts were tricky too, so even you, Young Lady, would have had difficulty facing him easily."

"Hmm."

Siena made a thoughtful sound, and Reinholdt added,

"I was surprised when I heard that Sir Venion had accepted the swordsmanship instructor position."

"Do you know Venion well?"

"Yes, in various ways."

It was a cryptic statement.

'A man at the level of Valkenhain's Royal Guard Grand Commander wouldn't find it strange to know about the Shadow Division.'

Having high status also means knowing more secrets than others.

'Valkenhain might have an organization similar to the Shadow Division too.'

Thinking about it that way, it's also strange that they specifically sent the Young Lady.

Perhaps...

'Could Siena also be involved in her clan's darkness?'

But I didn't plan to probe that far yet.

'I can ask after everything is finished.'

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