Quadruple split.

Chapter 2511 Disagreement

The 'cleaning' was very efficient.

Perhaps because Tom Lestrange was rarely willing to cooperate, only about two hours later, the last life living in the Black Dice Market, the branch manager of the Wanderer Inn who tried to swim through the sewers was successfully captured by death. When swimming through a sewer outlet, he was pierced by a green light from top to bottom and died instantly.

It is important to mention here that although the Thieves Guild, the Wanderer Inn, the Gold Merchants, or the Steam Consortium sound very powerful, and they are indeed very powerful, this does not mean that every branch under the organization is strong enough.

Quite the contrary, precisely because these organizations are prestigious and intimidating enough, except for large-scale population centers such as Academy City, Saramoon, Brorede, and Ankh Market, most of the branches of these organizations are relatively average in terms of combat effectiveness, and are hardly equipped with any high-quality security personnel.

The reason is simple. The world is too big, and there are too many branches of various organizations. However, there are too few branches that are strong enough to resist the regiments under Lamorok and Tom Lestrange.

Indeed, Ana Talrasha, the vice president of the Saramoon Mages Guild, could easily kill Tom and escape unscathed from the siege of these elite forces of the Dream Kingdom.

Indeed, the branch leader of the Broadred Thieves Guild, [Curse Breaker] Mist Dyke, has more than ten ways to get rid of Tom, Lamolock and Melafu within ten seconds.

Indeed, if Foster Ward, the captain of the law enforcement team of Academy City and also the leader of a certain charity organization, the Red Queen, shared the noise in his mind, the [Shadow of the Decayed] of the Dream Cult would most likely immediately collapse into a mass of flesh and blood with eyes and teeth.

But these are just 'individual cases' after all.

The reason why neutral organizations like the Wanderer Inn have been able to survive until now is not because they have the military force to sweep away everything, but because they have accumulated a lot of experience over a long period of time, so that in most cases, only a [signboard] is needed to ensure the safety of life.

This is indeed the case. In most cases, even local wars at the level of a city massacre will deliberately avoid those signs that have huge energy behind them.

For example, if Xiu Bracen in a parallel world had not met YOYO and had launched a war against the Principality of Scarlan, then even if the war continued to its final stage and the soldiers and people of both sides were eager to drink each other's blood and gnaw each other's bones, they would never have the leisure to massacre the Thieves Guild, the Mage Guild, etc. after invading the other side's city.

After all, a bloodbath feels good for a while, but once you have offended these organizations, you will probably be bloodbathed yourself soon.

In fact, even though the Chauvin Empire, which is also located in the southwestern continent and had taken over a small area in the south of the Griffin Dynasty some time ago, had never committed such an act with unimaginable consequences as attacking a neutral organization.

Especially Arthur. On the way to pick up Merlin to go to Onik City, he almost kept emphasizing to the old man not to let himself go too much, especially not to catch all the living things in the city for experiments on impulse. Everyone should just keep to themselves.

Of course, this kind of non-aggression is not without bottom line. For example, during wartime, if members of certain organizations leave their own territory at will and run to places they should not go, such as city walls or in front of city gates, then they will no longer be protected by the organization, and whether they are killed or skinned has nothing to do with the organization.

In other words, as long as these organizations behave themselves, they can not only ensure the safety of their own lives and property, but can even take in some innocent people who have nowhere else to go.

And when everything is over, no matter which side wins, they have no reason to reject the convenient institutions such as the major neutral organizations. The worst that can happen is to change their household registration and redo the procedures for their own organization, such as from Chauvin to Griffin, from Scarlan to Violet, and then do what they should do.

By the way, robbing a bank during chaos is not advisable. As the only two organizations in most areas that can provide savings and exchange services, the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce and the Steam Consortium, when their branch buildings detect abnormal intrusions, the authority of all staff will be frozen indefinitely until the crisis is completely resolved or senior authorization is obtained.

Let me add here that the so-called "senior authorization" is only available to those above the level of "regional manager" in the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce, and it can only be provided by those above the level of "executive director" in the Steam Consortium. However, it is impossible for such a big shot to appear in a place like Likud City.

During this period, all the 'tickets' that could be used to withdraw cash in this branch had no credibility at all, and could not even be branded with identification codes by the special photo crystals, which meant that the checks were invalid.

As for robbing cash... that is even more unrealistic. After all, even the headquarters of the [Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce] and the [Steam Consortium] do not have any cash reserves. All their cash storage operations are completed by relying on an extremely complex set of space magic.

The specific time can be traced back to a long, long time ago, when the two financial giants were still in their honeymoon period. At that time, the two partners invested money to find the City of Miracles, and through two rounds of "donations" whose specific data were only known to the three "levels" of the Parliament of Truth, the Gold Coin Round Table Committee, and the Steam Consortium Board of Directors, a total of eight sages joined forces to build three "vaults".

According to Mo Tan's guess, these three so-called "vaults" should be semi-permanent independent spaces that are three levels lower than the "False Dream" but at least ten times more complex. They are "super treasures" that are qualified for storage operations only after a series of particularly complex authority certifications.

Among the three 'vaults', [No. I] and [No. 1] were handed over to the [Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce] and the [Steam Consortium] respectively. As for [No. 0], it was probably taken away by the Parliament of Truth as construction fees. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be mounted on the edge of the City of Miracles.

In short, killing indiscriminately during chaos is theoretically not allowed, and robbing a bank is actually impossible. And please, children, don't be like the two clowns from a certain charity organization, thinking about irrelevant things all day long.

Well, to sum up, we can simply come to an answer, that is, in most cases, any neutral organization with a little reputation will be safe when it is in a "non-party" state, so there is no need to take any additional security measures.

After all, no normal person would dare to offend those forces that have branches all over the world.

Unfortunately--

"Good job, Tom."

Lamoroch, who had been reading for two hours at the door of the tavern, smiled and looked around leisurely at the scene that looked like hell on earth. Although the more serious scenes were from the [Shadow of the Corrupted] and the [Nightmare Execution Squad], which had nothing to do with Tom Lestrange, he still praised the latter in a leisurely tone: "Thank you for your dedication."

Tom glanced at him coldly, then folded his arms, leaned against the open bar of the pub, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Uh……"

The other normal person present, or perhaps the only normal person present, had been sitting there restlessly for the past two hours, feeling as if every second was an eternity. Melaf looked at Lamolock with an inexplicably horrified look, and after a long pause, she said in a trembling voice, "This...can't be possible."

Lamolock widened his eyes in surprise and said sincerely, "Oh, I saw that you didn't stop it just now. I thought Ms. Melafu was very supportive of this level of cleaning."

Melafu pulled the corner of her mouth and said in a dry voice: "I just... I think it's useless to stop you, and by the time I reacted, you guys had already started for a while."

"You are quite right, ma'am."

Lamolock smiled warmly and said softly in his soft and pleasant tone, which always made people feel irritated for no reason: "This was decided long ago. No one can stop it."

Melafu narrowed her eyes slightly: "The Pope of Dreams..." "Yes, it's useless even if the Pope comes."

Lamorlock nodded happily and asked cheerfully, "How do you know that I had just killed the Pope's messenger before I came here?"

Melafu, who originally thought that this was an order from the Dream Pope, said: “…Ah?”

"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it."

Lamorok sighed and said helplessly: "Our His Majesty is a very contented person. In his plan, I have already exceeded the task by taking Likud City in such a short time. The correct approach after that should be to keep the troops in place and force Griffin to offer more benefits, or simply withdraw some of the troops and give Griffin enough reasons to deal with the Chauvin Empire first."

Melafu Howard, the most talented heir of the Howard family in hundreds of years, nodded slightly and said seriously: "From the perspective of the Dream Kingdom, I think so too."

"It's your freedom to consider whose perspective you want, ma'am, but it's none of my business."

Lamolock stuffed the tear-jerking romance novel in his hand into his bag, and opened his usually smiling eyes wide, staring at Melaph without blinking, and said seriously: "I want more, more twisted, crazy, absurd, more struggle. My appetite is far from being satisfied. I can feel the maddening hunger spreading...spreading to my limbs...spreading to my lungs...bone marrow and...soul!!!"

"what!"

Melaf, who was caught off guard and suddenly approached by Lamolock, trembled slightly, let out a short scream, and then subconsciously turned her head to look at Tom who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Lamorelock."

Tom didn't open his eyes, but said impatiently: "Put away your evil taste."

"Okay~"

Lamorok, who had narrowed his eyes and sat back in his original position without knowing when, smiled shyly as if nothing had happened: "Sorry, I just saw that you were a little nervous, so I made a little joke."

Melafu nodded stiffly and repeated with a subtle expression: "A joke...?"

“Mostly it’s a joke.”

Lamorlock shrugged and spread his hands, saying, "In fact, the reason why I chose to ignore the order of His Holiness the Pope and insisted on continuing to advance southward is very simple. That is, during the Academy City Exchange Conference, I, His Excellency the Lord of the Chauvin Empire, and Her Highness Eliza Logan of the Griffin Dynasty reached a cooperation agreement."

"I see."

Melafu, who had excellent comprehension and reaction abilities, nodded slightly and asked, "So, you are not representing the Dream Sect, but yourself?"

"I originally thought I was representing the Dream Sect, but when I determined that the Pope and I had serious conflicts of opinion, I had no choice but to represent only myself."

Lamolock said this with a very regretful expression, and then spread his hands and said: "Besides me, the other two people are actually similar. The Sinful Lord has never represented the Chauvin Empire, but the interest group with himself as the core. As for Her Highness Elisa Logan, hehe, as a local of Griffin, I don't need to explain too much, right?"

Melafu nodded and said softly, "Of course, if it was Her Highness Gavel, it might be okay, but since the person conspiring with you is Eliza Logan, then she is destined to only represent the Griffin Royal Family...that is, the position of the Logan Family."

"That's right, so after reaching a preliminary consensus, future plans will be very simple."

Lamolock snapped his fingers, then wiped his monocle with the corner of his clothes and said in a brisk tone: "The Dream Sect needs to expand its parish and influence, and flex its muscles; the Logan family of the Griffin Dynasty needs to weaken the nobles, even if it means cutting bones to cure the poison; as for the Chauvin Empire... it is an opportunity to start a war."

Melafu pursed her lips and asked, "So... why did you explain it to me so clearly?"

"Because helping you to draw a clear line between Lamorok and the Dream Theocracy in advance will help our subsequent communication."

The Chief of Staff of the Dream Kingdom smiled and said cheerfully, "Although it is a pity, I think that His Holiness the Pope and I are on opposite paths, and the best way to resolve the disagreement is naturally to eliminate the object of the disagreement."

"so what?"

"Everyone knows that Lamorelock only accepts orders from the Pope, so today's account will most likely be counted on that old gentleman."

"that's it?"

"Besides that, you may be a good bargaining chip for the Dream Kingdom, but for me now, you are just an eye-catching vase."

"you……"

"You have two choices now, Ms. Melafu."

"..."

"The Dream Theocracy, or...Lamoloc."

Chapter 2502: The End