Durin's Diary

Chapter 357 Wall of Flesh and Blood

"There's a traffic jam ahead, Your Majesty." The attendant brought news from the front.

This made Kelar Walter frown: "What's going on?"

"The horses from the carriage rental company got frightened and hit the Duke of Alkin's caravan. Then they startled each other, and several carriages are now stuck on the road. Workers are using other vehicles to transport the goods destined for the Palace. It will probably take several hours to complete the street clearing."

"Whose carriage rental business is this?" Sandor Walter spoke.

"Well, it belongs to your Majesty, the former property of the Sario family." The servant replied helplessly.

The two kings sighed at the same time. Well, it seemed that there was no point in blaming anyone for this matter. Duke Robbie of the Alkin family did not come to ask the royal couple for compensation, which was already a courtesy.

"Forget it, let's take the Nanhe Avenue." Sando ordered.

The convoy began to turn around, and Kelar noticed the Links cub inside the yard wall: "This is..."

"Higgins Utari's house. Durin's pharmaceutical workshop is inside, and there's usually a Legend in charge there," his younger brother said. "Don't worry, those Links are guards of the Circle of Truth in the Eastern Elf Territory. They're here to protect their property."

"Is it the miracle medicine that can cure all diseases? I heard it's very effective. Even those hard-to-cure diseases can be cured now. It seems that the nobles still cherish their lives, and Yuanhuan can make a lot of money with this medicine. But it's also a good thing. With this medicine, a lot of deaths can be avoided." Kailar said here, watching the carriage turn into the road leading to Nanhe Avenue.

At this time, a close attendant ran over and said, "Your Majesty, Director Six Fingers asked if we need their car to lead the way."

"According to the rules, they should lead the way, but I think it should be fine. This place is only across the river from Wuyou Palace." Sando replied with a smile, "Go tell Director Liuzhi to just follow us. Don't worry. My father used to take this route too. He was assassinated over a hundred times in his life, but he never encountered an assassin on Nanhe Avenue."

Having said that, the carriage turned into Nanhe Avenue.

"Why is Nanhe Avenue so deserted today?" Kailar was a little confused.

"Your Majesty, you are back today. According to the security manual, we have closed Nanhe Avenue and Baojian Avenue today. Pedestrians are not allowed to walk on them. The itinerary of the caravan was set half a month ago..." replied the attendant following the car.

"Okay." Kelar said, and just as he turned his head to look at the Worry-Free Palace in the distance, he suddenly noticed a flash of light on the second floor of a cafe on the corner of the street in the distance.

He was a little confused, and then he saw a black dot rapidly enlarged in front of him.

Then, he had no time to wonder.

………………

"Here I come!" Links cub, who ran over from the alley, shouted as soon as he entered the door.

Rabin nodded and motioned the kid to watch at the back door. Then he hung up the sign saying "Closed", closed the door of the cafe, pulled the curtains, and hurried upstairs.

"Our guests are here." Rabin walked up to Peck Nash.

There were three cups of tea on the table next to the secretary.

"Yeah, here it comes." Peck picked up the cup and took a sip.

Several dwarves were adjusting a long-barreled cannon with its gun covers removed, while others were assembling a fish-blasting kit without a fuse.

A halfling rushed down from the rooftop: "I've seen the guest's car. It's a convertible, and the people are clearly visible!"

"Reload, Uncle Anvil." Peck said softly.

The old dwarf opened the wooden shell box, and a comrade opened the breech block. The old dwarf and his companion loaded the shells together.

The breech block was closed.

"I saw the car, and there are two people sitting in it!" The halfling sitting next to the gun emplacement's sight shouted, "The predetermined aiming has been completed!"

"The vehicle will arrive at the ambush site in ten seconds." Rabin glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.

"Start shooting in thirteen seconds." Peck gave the order.

Thirteen seconds later, with the halfling's confirmation, the dwarf pulled the trigger. "Second round! Shrapnel!" The nearby caster used a spell to clear the smoke, and the dwarf began to reload the second round. After opening the breech block, the shell slid out, and the second shrapnel was loaded in.

"Their people are coming!"

"You're just courting death. Fire!"

Following Peck's command, the dwarf pulled the cannon cord again.

The shrapnel exploded as it flew over the convoy, mowing down anyone who dared to expose themselves in the street.

"Third shot!"

"The last shot!"

Drawing the breech block, the dwarf pulled out the shell casing, and his two compatriots loaded the last grenade into it.

This time, Peck took the rigging.

The observation team on the rooftop was walking down: "Our people over there on the bridge got into a fight with the black dogs that came over!"

"Secure the retreat route," Peck said as he pulled the rigging cord. "Let's go!!"

The old dwarf walked in front, took the integrated detonator from his people and handed it to Peck.

The group left through the back door and walked for a while, where a Links cub was already waiting at the intersection.

Another wizard laid out a line of ice along the path they had come from, then shook hands, causing the ice crystals to shatter, ending any possible tracing at the level of magic.

At the same time, Peck pressed the detonator. Hearing the roar behind him, he put the detonator away and the group entered the Higgins mansion through the back door.

The wizard led them into the basement, where a one-time fixed teleportation array channel had been opened.

"Welcome to buy a single ticket to Farol Fiorentina." Old Enrique shook hands with Peck and he took the detonator.

"Thank you."

"It's just a matter of getting what you need. Let's go, this basement will be backfilled soon."

Peck nodded and walked in first. After a while, he poked his head out of the door again and said, "Okay."

"Suspicion is the way to survive." Old Enrique nodded with a smile.

He watched everyone go in and then leave the basement.

The mages began to backfill the basement with spells.

At the same time, flames began to burn on the second floor of the newly built experimental building.

The reason is simple. The explosion distracted the laboratory staff, causing the experiment to fail.

Old Enrique looked at the Linsk boys who were running over to put out the fire, dragging water pipes, and deliberately made way for them.

The bigger the fire is and the more water is poured, the more it will destroy the surrounding environment, making it impossible for tracing techniques to find any traces.

Is the mage really that great?

That may be true for others.

But for the grassland elves, the mage is just a profession without any secrets.

(End of this chapter)