Elven cultivators

Chapter 81 A Chance Encounter

late at night.

The silver moon had already climbed to the center of the sky, its cool light spreading like a thin veil over the rooftops and streets.

The daytime hustle and bustle had long since faded, and the entire city had fallen into tranquility, with only the occasional sound of waves crashing against the seawall coming from the direction of the distant port.

The headquarters of the Liuhuo Chamber of Commerce stands in the middle of Tide Street, occupying an entire block of area.

Looking down from above, it resembles a manor house within a city.

Its level of luxury is no less than that of the Tulip Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

In the prime real estate of Tide Street, having such a spacious area is itself a symbol of wealth and status.

At the alleyway diagonally opposite the headquarters, Anton stood in the shadows, his figure blending into the darkness.

At this moment, he had changed his appearance and returned to the original Canglan's appearance.

Anton stared at the headquarters of the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild, recalling the information he had bought from the Misty Tavern during the day.

The headquarters of the Liuhuo Chamber of Commerce is guarded year-round by a team of over a hundred elite guards, all of whom are highly skilled and skilled individuals hired by the Chamber of Commerce from various regions at great expense, with at least the strength of those in the upper-middle rank of the White rank.

These people are divided into three shifts to take turns on duty to ensure that the Chamber of Commerce headquarters is under strict protection at all times.

Everett, the president of the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild, lives in the headquarters and is always accompanied by two Gold-rank experts.

One of them was named Leon, a lower-ranking Gold Warrior. It is said that he was once a famous mercenary leader in the Eldron Plains, with many bloodstains on his hands. Later, for some unknown reason, he was subdued by Everett and became his personal bodyguard.

The other one is named Duncan, a mid-level Gold Spellcaster who is proficient in a variety of spells and is also a well-known expert in Azurewater Harbor.

As for Everett himself, there is not much information available, only that he is the only son of the former president and took over as president of the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild more than ten years ago after his father passed away.

Despite his youth, he is very capable and enjoys high prestige within the Chamber of Commerce.

However, in recent years, he has become increasingly cautious in his actions, rarely appearing in public. He has mostly entrusted the daily affairs of the Chamber of Commerce to his subordinates, while he himself has kept a low profile.

Anton snapped out of his thoughts, and with a slight movement of his mind, the sword pill in his dantian suddenly trembled, and a silver-white sword light leaped out from his chest, enveloping his entire body.

The sword light vanished in an instant, and the person disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint wisp of sword energy slowly dissipating in the night wind.

At the main gate, the two guards were completely unaware that someone had broken into the headquarters and continued to faithfully watch the main street ahead.

In the courtyard, Anton looked around, his pace unhurried, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Despite the vast emptiness around him, his figure seemed to blend into the night, his footsteps silent, his entire being like a moving shadow.

The moonlight slid over him without leaving a trace, as if he had been quietly swallowed up by something.

Shadow Movement Technique.

A technique that can conceal one's tracks.

With the Great Dao Jade Slip in hand, a treasure trove containing countless spells, Anton can find any spell applicable to any situation whenever he wants.

From the moment he entered the courtyard, Anton maintained a state of expanded spiritual consciousness.

After advancing to the second level of Foundation Establishment, his spiritual sense range expanded considerably. When he reached the middle of the courtyard, his spiritual sense had basically covered the entire courtyard.

But the next moment, his expression turned strange.

Wow!

The surrounding darkness was suddenly torn apart by the firelight.

Dozens of torches were lit at the same time, their orange-red flames illuminating the entire courtyard and dispelling the shadows that had enveloped Anton.

The guards hidden in the shadows appeared one after another, surging out from all directions and surrounding him.

They held swords, crossbows, and staffs, their blades and arrowheads gleaming coldly in the firelight, all pointing at the lone figure in the center of the courtyard.

"That's quite a grand affair."

Even when suddenly surrounded, Anton remained calm and composed, surveying the figures around him with a steady gaze.

His divine sense had already detected their presence.

Nearly half of the crowd surrounding him were dressed in uniform, clearly the guards of the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild.

But many more people dressed differently.

Judging from their appearance, they look more like mercenaries hired from outside.

Judging from the current situation, the owner of this place obviously knew that uninvited guests would break in tonight, and deliberately set a trap, just waiting for the prey to walk into the net.

Just then, the crowd in front suddenly parted, and a group of people walked out from behind.

Anton's gaze fell on one of the middle-aged men.

The man appeared to be in his forties, of medium build, and wearing a well-tailored dark purple robe with gold embroidery on the collar and cuffs.

His features were fairly regular, but his face had a pale, almost ashen look, as if he were seriously ill.

In the firelight, the entire face looked like a meticulously preserved wax figure, which was quite eerie.

Anton recognized the man at first glance.

Everett, president of the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild.

His portrait was on the intelligence I bought during the day.

Anton smelled a familiar scent on the other person.

But soon, his attention was drawn to the figure beside Everett.

Three tall, robust dragonborn, clad in dark gold plate armor.

Judging from the vertical pupils and the scales covering their entire bodies, they are clearly high-blooded dragon descendants.

"Even the Dragonborn have come..."

A knowing glint flashed in Anton's eyes, and he vaguely understood what was going on.

As he looked around, Everett, who was in charge, and the dragon-blooded officer were also scrutinizing him with cold eyes.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time."

Everett sneered, his gaze toward Anton carrying the smugness and composure of a hunter scrutinizing his prey.

"Your Meteor Dragon Society has caused us a lot of trouble lately. In return, this trap tonight was prepared specifically for you."

Anton thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

He glanced around at the menacing guards and chuckled, "It's kind of you to put on such a grand show, but unfortunately, I'm not a member of the Fallen Dragon Society."

Everett scoffed, "It's no use denying it now. You're definitely not leaving here tonight."

However, at that moment, the dragonborn standing to the side suddenly spoke up.

"Fool, he is definitely not a member of the Fallen Dragon Society."

Everett's smile froze.

He turned to look at the dragonborn who had spoken, a hint of confusion and unease flashing in his eyes: "Lord Wilde, what do you mean? If this person isn't a member of the Fallen Dragon Society, then who is he?"

Wilder scoffed, "Your chamber of commerce has been hunting him for so long, and you don't even recognize him?"

Everett paused, then turned his gaze back to Anton, scrutinizing his face.

The next moment, his face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

He finally remembered where he had seen that face before.

"Canglan!" Everett practically spat out the name through gritted teeth.

He had a fairly strong impression of the name.

After all, he was someone that organization specifically wanted to hunt down.

However, due to the passage of time, his memory of Cang Lan's appearance had become very vague, to the point that he couldn't recall it immediately upon seeing her in person.

Anton glanced at Wilder, a half-smile on his face, and said, "I didn't expect the Dragonborn to know of my existence."

Even someone like him, who only appears on the wanted list, knows so much about Bluewater Harbor. It seems that the Dragonborn has a deeper control over Bluewater Harbor than he expected.

Wilder ignored Anton and coldly scanned his surroundings.

The Meteor Dragon Society only expanded its activities to the Eldron Plains in recent years, while Azure Waves appeared there more than sixty years ago. The two should not have had much interaction.

Besides, he had never heard of Canglan being a member of the Meteor Dragon Society's branch in Eldron Plains.

Since he's just a nobody, there's no need to care.

Wilder glanced around and quickly made a discovery, a sinister grin spreading across his scaly face.

"We've found you!"

He snatched a longsword from a mercenary next to him and threw it.

Instantly, a piercing whistling sound rang out as the longsword, sharp as lightning, ripped through the night sky and crashed down towards a shadowy spot on the east side of the courtyard.

boom!

The ground struck by the longsword exploded instantly, scattering debris and filling the air with dust.

Three figures leaped out of the shadows and landed not far away.

Everett was startled by Wilder's sudden action, but after seeing the figures and faces of the three people clearly, his face immediately showed a look of surprise and delight at having found his prey.

"It's you guys!"

Anton glanced over, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The three people who suddenly appeared were of completely different races.

The one on the far left is a lean, middle-aged human male.

The one in the middle is a burly orc.

There are many orcs in the Eldron Plains, and many orcs make a living in Bluewater Harbor.

But it's rare to see an orc as burly as the one before you.

He was over 2.5 meters tall when standing upright, with broad shoulders and back like a mountain rock, and his whole body was covered with short, grayish-brown hair.

Its head resembles a combination of a wolf and a bear, with a protruding muzzle revealing two rows of sharp fangs, and a pair of small eyes that glowed with a dark red light in the firelight.

He was shirtless, wearing only a fur skirt around his waist, and carrying a double-edged battle axe as big as a door panel. Just by looking at it, you could feel its heavy weight.

However, the figure that Anton's gaze lingered on the longest was the one on the far right.

That was a sea creature.

To be precise, it was a Hydra.

Its upper body is humanoid, but its lower body is a thick, snake-like tail. Its entire body is covered with tough, dark green scales, and it has sharp fins on its back.

What's even more striking is what's above his neck, where there are three heads.

Each one is the size of an adult's head, and its shape is somewhat similar to that of a human head, but the face is flatter, the eye sockets are deep-set, and the pupils are dark green vertical pupils.

At this moment, the three heads were turning in different directions, and three pairs of eyes were looking at Everett, Wilder, and Anton respectively.

"That old bastard Everett is really cunning; he actually set a trap for us."

"Why are the Dragonborn here too? Summers clearly said they didn't leave the docks."

"Who is this person? Why is he also launching a night raid on the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild?"

The three heads chattered amongst themselves, oblivious to everyone else.