abnormal mutation

Chapter 177: Shifting the blame
As long as he had his head, Roland was confident he could survive.

But all of the above are assumptions. Extraordinary events are always full of surprises, and it's best to avoid getting hurt if possible.

"how is this possible?"

Nelson looked shocked, but he didn't slow down. Taking advantage of the moment when the black light melted the spider silk, he frantically fled.

Roland didn't chase after him. His soul instantly boiled, purple light wrapped around his body, and a pair of huge purple dragon wings appeared on his back.

As the dragon's wings flapped, a beam of purple light instantly landed on Nelson's back.

Nelson's body stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground, his head burying itself in the soft grass, his skin glowing purple.

Roland, unhurriedly, wove and mended the net, suspending Nelson in mid-air once more.

After a long while, Nelson regained some consciousness. At this moment, he was completely controlled by the spider web. His soul was still traumatized, and he was in so much pain that his face twitched. He couldn't speak, and his empty eyes were filled with despair.

“If you are willing to surrender, I can spare your life,” Roland said calmly.

[Dragon Soul] After ten bloodline sublimations, its true damage reaches 45%, and with the blessing of divinity, the decay is not severe. Nelson's soul has been severely damaged; even if he is released, he will not survive without medical help.

Nelson lowered his head and swayed slightly, the movement so small as to be barely visible.

"Ugh……"

Roland had anticipated this.

The Thistle Flower Chamber of Commerce appears to be a company, but its management style resembles that of a mafia. Anyone who dares to betray them is certain to die, and their family and friends will also suffer. If one dies in the line of duty, at least their family and property can be preserved.

At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves rang out outside the villa, the sound rapid and powerful.

Roland immediately removed the spider web, leaving Nelson and his companion hanging in the center of the living room, resembling two spider cocoons.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a black horse leap over the three-meter-high gate and land steadily in the courtyard.

"Roland, are you alright?"

Aldo glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the spider cocoon before settling on Roland, his shock barely concealed.

He had heard of Roland's achievements before, and while he was amazed, he always felt that he was somewhat lucky. Now, the sense of superiority brought by his seniority and rank had vanished, and he felt more awe.

"I wasn't injured, just lost a set of clothes," Roland replied with a smile.

The clothes were easy to make, but the enhanced life coating required more than 500 life fibers, which was a bit of a waste.

Aldo dismounted and nudged Nelson and his companion with his lance, saying in surprise, "It really is them. They haven't left yet."

"Have the Thistle Merchant Guild's evacuation ships been found?" Roland asked. Perhaps to avoid distracting him, no one had messaged him earlier.

"Not yet. I've also sent people to the private dock and train station, so don't worry."

After saying that, Aldo took a picture of Nelson and the other person and uploaded it to the company's management group.

"Ding-dong-"

Iron Spear - Permanent Director: "President is mighty! You subdued two mid-series extraordinary individuals without taking any damage. I am in awe!"

The news was like a thunderbolt, and the management group immediately erupted in excitement, with endless exclamations and compliments.

Roland was both amused and exasperated, never expecting that Aldo, who usually seemed so serious, would be so uninhibited online.

After chatting for a while, he pointed to Nelson and asked, "Does the Chamber of Commerce have any committee members who are skilled in memory searching?"

He had already dealt with the frogmen and senior deacons he had captured last time, and hadn't obtained much valuable intelligence.

“Besides Committee Member Safawi, only Colin is really good at this,” Aldo replied.

Searching memories is not so simple. There are many methods, but it is extremely difficult to obtain complete memories. Often, you can only learn about some recent events.

Colin's blood memory is quite powerful; he only needs a little blood to uncover a lot of crucial information. "Then let's call him back," Roland immediately texted Colin.

The Thistle Flower Merchant Guild operates in secrecy, so if they really can't find out anything, these two deacons are quite crucial.

"Ding dong..."

Singer - Special Consultant: "Found it! Piers 13 and 19 in Section 7..."

Almosid is one of the Chamber of Commerce's strongholds, with ample manpower and a dense network of connections. Colin and Samuel, working together, quickly discovered the shady dealings.

Drunkard - Permanent Director: "Haha, I guessed right, we'll be there soon."

Iron Spear - Permanent Director: "Don't rush, keep an eye on it, I'll be right there."

Aldo greeted Roland, mounted his warhorse, and galloped away.

Roland chuckled to himself as he listened to the clattering of hooves. The higher-ups of the Northern Merchant Guild were just that unique; people could recognize who it was just by the sound of hooves.

These horses are extraordinary; they are all rare breeds specially bred by the merchant guild, and are unparalleled on the continent of Alavia.

Entertainment tycoon Cowell owns a horse racing business and has tried to buy the horse multiple times, but has been turned away each time; he hasn't even managed to get his hands on a horse.

It's not that the Chamber of Commerce doesn't want to make money, but rather that raising them is difficult. There are only a few dozen horses each year, and even that's not enough for their own people.

The Northern Union Merchant Guild has many pathways to becoming a knight, with a high demand for promotions, meritorious service, and the death of warhorses.

After a moment of random thoughts, Roland got up and went upstairs to check on Evan and the others.

The power of the barrier had dissipated; they hadn't woken up simply because they were sleeping too soundly.

He moved the two prisoners to an underground warehouse to avoid frightening ordinary people.

Then he lay quietly in bed, monitoring the progress of the operation through the hive.

Roland's prediction was correct; the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild had not completely withdrawn.

Two medium-sized cargo ships were discovered at the Seventh District Wharf, carrying a lot of large equipment and valuable goods, and were preparing to set sail overnight.

Aldo and Samuel led a raid and easily captured the city, but their actions alerted the authorities.

After secretly taking some valuables, they handed the scene over to the arriving law enforcement officers. The Thistle Flower Merchant Guild's actions were treasonous, but legal, compliant, and even justifiable!
By this time, it was broad daylight, and the aftermath of the armed operation began to unfold.

At Roland's behest, Aldo, on behalf of the Northern Union Chamber of Commerce, informed official and social media outlets:
Harboring resentment, the Thistle Merchant Guild launched a large-scale retaliation, attacking the Northern Union Merchant Guild and assassinating Mr. Otto, a preparatory committee member and president of a security consulting firm, after a dinner, leaving him seriously injured.

The two senior deacons and the two cargo ships are proof enough!
The assassination attempt by the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild coincided with the armed operation, and Roland seized the opportunity to pin the blame directly on them.

He doesn't care whether the officials believe it or not, as long as the public believes it. Moreover, this way, the officials also have an excuse, so they won't be embarrassed.

"Ding dong..."

Mysterious figure - President: "Begin the asset transfer as planned, starting with the Principality of Sherpheim."

Iron Spear - Permanent Director: "Received."

Aldo was in charge of the mission.

Transferring assets is not easy; chambers of commerce have many heavy assets, so getting things moving is no simple task.

However, the Northern Union Merchants Association has always been targeted by the royal family and has a strong sense of crisis, and has long had relevant contingency plans.

The continent of Sass is surrounded by numerous islands, two of which are medium-sized islands belonging to the Northern Union Merchant Guild, one in the south and one in the north, and are home to more than 100,000 Soron people.

The island has many small-scale branch industries, but as long as the personnel and funds are in place, it is not difficult to start anew.

Grand Duke Söpheim's ancestors were of Solonian descent, and he had always maintained good relations with the Northern Merchant Guild, making him one of the key targets for asset transfer.

(End of this chapter)