Ancient Dragon in Arknights

Chapter Sixty-Five Things That Cannot Be Touched

"The Glasgow Gang's sphere of influence... is right here."

Nesario kept it a secret from Vina and the others, intending to see for himself what the Glasgow pension department was really like.

If they are still of value to the Glasgow Gang, then let them stay; but if these guys are just causing trouble for the Glasgow Gang after they've had their fill, then he will definitely find a way to get Vina to get rid of them herself.

Black boots splashed a few drops of dirty water as they stepped into puddles. Nesario's figure darted past on the street. Perhaps he was well-suited for certain assassination techniques.

......

Lori wiped the stains off her shoes and looked up at the boxing gym in front of her—the walls were covered with graffiti, mostly images from adventure movies, interspersed with images of lions, and the name of the "Glasgow Gang" was everywhere.

"'Beat Your Chin Off' Boxing Gym? That's a very unique name."

Today, Lothiri is dressed in a classic office lady outfit from Lontinim. As for why she is wearing such an outfit, it is related to the fake identity she is using.

“‘Kaylan’ works in a department under the city police, and is responsible for follow-up visits and records of various cases.”

As a criminal organization, the Glasgow Gang is naturally not entirely clean; at least Vina herself has a history of multiple charges against her.

Lori knocked on the door of the boxing gym; she was there to gather intelligence.

"Who?"

The person who opened the door was a young man with a roguish look. His exposed arm muscles were clearly defined, his skin was tanned, he wore a bandana on his head, and he was covered in metal ornaments, making him look like someone you didn't want to mess with.

"Hello, my name is Kaylan. I'm here about the 'McLaren House'."

This is the most recent case involving charges against the Glasgow gang that Losley found, and to be honest, she was quite surprised when she accessed the document.

Because this incident even involved the Royal Octreig Police Station, Glasgow beat up a resident of Octreig who died mysteriously 15 days after being discharged from the hospital.

Whether the murder was committed by the Glasgow gang, Lori didn't know; the subsequent files were all locked.

This incident put the Glasgow gang in a dangerous position, and they subsequently moved to the Sardean district. It was around that time that Nesario came into contact with the Glasgow gang.

'At the time of this incident, Nesario had not yet arrived in Lentinium... Whether there is any connection between the two still needs to be investigated.'

Lori showed the Glasgow Gang member the forged documents, hoping he would cooperate.

"Huh? Didn't you already close the case?! Thanks to you, the Glasgow Gang is finished!"

Clearly, this was not a pleasant experience for the Glasgow gang members. And the young man from Flint, who seemed to have a short temper, became agitated immediately.

"Sir, I'm just doing a simple follow-up and record-keeping; I won't do anything extra."

"We have nothing to say..."

The film boy is about to close the door.

But someone immediately spoke up to stop him.

“Kadoll, stop. We need to talk.”

"Belder!"

In the past, the Glasgow gang had clashed with the nobility long ago. When it came to fighting, those guys were no good at anything; but once the other side came knocking, a few words and a piece of paper were enough to get the Glasgow gang into trouble.

This led to Kadol's extreme aversion to interacting with nobles. Although Losili chose ordinary clothes to disguise herself, she was still classified as a "lackey of the nobles".

“I know exactly what to do.”

The woman with purple hair, who was much more mature than Kadol, was pushed open the door again. If she dressed up properly and went out, she would definitely catch the eye of men.

"come in."

......

For a period of time thereafter, Losilly asked many questions according to the so-called "procedure," and Baird answered them one by one.

These things aren't sensitive; it's just a matter of confirming them.

She was well aware that her purpose was to confirm Nesario's connection to Glasgow, not to investigate any so-called old case.

After repeated prompting and questioning, Baird had already named most of the people in the Glasgow Gang, but he made no mention of "Nesario," as if the person did not exist.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I will submit this record as soon as possible."

Actually, there's nothing I can do, I'm sorry.

That's how spies are; they can lie and deceive without batting an eye or blushing.

As Losley walked out of the "Beat the Chin" boxing gym, her day had yielded some results—it was now possible to confirm that Nesario had only recently made contact with the Glasgow gang.

A footstep sounded not far behind Lucille. This wouldn't have been a problem, but the presence emanating from the other person made Lucille's heart skip a beat.

'Such powerful Originium energy... No, I can't turn back!'

Lori pretended not to notice and continued walking forward. It seemed that others would only think of her as an ordinary employee who didn't know anything about Originium Arts.

“Miss, your disguise is excellent. But as a warlock, your initial tension has already given you away.”

"Stopping a lady without permission is not gentlemanly behavior..."

"Hmph, if you hadn't done anything, Miss, I naturally wouldn't have appeared. However, you shouldn't have come to this place. Please... accompany me."

Lori turned around and saw that the person behind her was dressed very strangely. He was wearing a black trench coat with many green gemstones as decorations on his shawl. What was even more peculiar was that the towering collar and black top hat almost covered his entire face.

'A spy...and a high-ranking one at that.'

Lori began to regret her rash decision. She shouldn't have acted so impulsively, launching an operation after only gathering some basic information—who knew what the Glasgow Gang was really involved in?

*Zheng*—The completely concealed agent drew a folded mechanical blade from behind. As the weapon slowly unfolded, Losili realized that the other party really wanted to capture her.

“I can explain. I’m not an employee. I’m with the Victorian military—an intelligence officer.”

"Oh? Can I take that to mean the Victorian military wants to get involved in this?"

"..."

'What on earth happened?!'

"It seems you've lied again, Miss. I'm sorry, you've exhausted my patience."

A swift slash came toward Losili, whose Originium Arts had condensed into a huge water sphere in the air, but it was shattered by the blade before she could activate it.

The spy planned to injure Losley before taking her away!

clang--!

The sound of blades clashing rang out, and intense sparks flashed before their eyes.

Lori only saw a fleeting afterimage of the silver-haired, black-horned figure before realizing that the spy's attack had been blocked.

"Huh? Your Excellency, isn't the hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress plot a bit too cliché?"

"Likewise, spies making moves on the streets...shouldn't you be operating from the sewers? Like gnats in the gutter."

"The mission is such a troublesome thing that it doesn't even give you time to rest, let alone go on a trip in the sewers."

Clang—the blades separated, and the two briefly created distance between them.

It seems a confrontation is inevitable.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Beauty is a Curse (?)

Rewind a few minutes, just as Lothiri was gathering intelligence on the Glasgow Gang, Nesario also arrived near the Glasgow Gang's stronghold.

It was at this moment that he smelled the stench permeating the air—the rotten smell emanating from piles of garbage... and that faint fragrance, as clear as a spring.

Nesario's powerful sense of smell has caused him a lot of trouble, such as being disgusted by some pungent smells; but it has been more beneficial than harmful, as his powerful olfactory database allows him to remember many people and things by smell.

For example, right now—he remembers this unique taste vividly, because it is the most youthful scene in the opening page of his memory.

"That young lady actually showed up in a place like this?"

Lothiri was deeply impressed by Nesario, and Nesario was equally impressed, as both of them were presenting their best selves to each other at the time.

Why would a well-dressed, cultured young lady appear in such an old and lifeless neighborhood?

Could her home be here? No... that's highly unlikely. Her demeanor and refinement clearly indicate she comes from a noble family, and a nobleman would never linger here.

Kidnapping?

This explanation is the most reasonable at present... kidnapping a noblewoman for ransom, which does fit the perception of this place towards Nesario.

The Glasgow Gang's stronghold was right there; it couldn't run away. And this was the only chance for Nesario to save the damsel in distress, so he couldn't bear to see such a delicate flower ruined like this.

So he sniffed the air and quickly headed toward the source of the scent. The closer he got, the more puzzled he became—how come it was in the same direction as the Glasgow Gang's stronghold?

Could it be that the Glasgow gang kidnapped him? If so, that would be hilarious.

The black dragon shadow swiftly traversed two blocks, and the moment it arrived at its destination, it witnessed the confrontation between Lori and the "spy".

Put aside your doubts for now; saving lives is the priority.

With a single slash, the "spy" and Nesario began their confrontation.

......

“Losiri. Who is this guy?”

"Well... I have a rough idea. It must be one of the duke's men."

"..."

Nesario silently flicked his tail, which was lying across his body, and then suddenly smiled with relief.

"*Colombian profanity*".

Lothiri, who was being blocked behind her, was just as confused as Nesario. She felt dizzy and her intelligent spy brain began to malfunction.

'Because of the danger Neltharion displayed—so she began investigating him—somewhere this attracted the Duke's men—Neltharion saved her—so which side is she on now?'

Lothiri had very little information at her disposal, and the scene was far too chaotic. If she had a whiteboard, a pen, and some time, she might be able to deduce something. But now—she could only hide behind Nesario and sob softly.

"Oh? Your fighting style is quite unique. Using your own body to fight is similar to that of the Mantiko—but you are not a Mantiko, are you?"

After a brief exchange, Nesario and the spy realized they couldn't easily defeat each other, so they each harbored their own ulterior motives and began to gather intelligence.