Don't move, it's a robbery!

"Release the civilians imprisoned in the military camp, release intelligence about the desert god's attack, and also ask for the location of our city's artillery and ammunition depots?"

Upon hearing Santos's series of demands, the "broker" frowned immediately.

In the short time it took to go to the restroom, Santos's attitude underwent a dramatic change, and he even raised numerous demands concerning the city's security. Such sensitive issues are something a normal person would never dare to bring up in negotiations, but if a rogue had instructed the other party to do so, it would make much more sense.

Could it be that Santos went to the toilet just now because he wanted to meet the Robin Hood?

Although there is no evidence to suggest that the Rogue does not possess magic, based on the intelligence gathered previously, the most likely scenario is that the Rogue has already entered the territory of the Green Flag Society.

If that's the case, then that would be wonderful!

A surge of joy welled up in the broker's heart, as if the gods were protecting him.

Since the rogues had already discovered the Desert Gods, their concealment had become meaningless. Therefore, the "broker" devised a new plan to help the Desert Gods by using false information to deceive the city's garrison and mislead the rogues into misjudging the Desert Gods' true direction of attack.

The Desert Gods will launch a surprise attack from the East District tonight. To cover their tracks, they will divert some of their forces to launch a feigned attack on the West District. Meanwhile, the "broker" will deliberately spread false information, making the bandits and the city's defenders believe that the Desert Gods will attack from the South District, further dispersing their forces.

Not only that, the "broker" also orchestrated the deaths of Sir Bart and Consul Ross, thus gaining complete control of the East Wing's defenses. In addition to the regular garrison, the "broker" also sent many of his men to infiltrate the East Wing's guards.

When night falls, these people will eliminate the guards on the eastern city wall from within and send a signal to the Desert Gods. If the Desert Gods can break into the city and obtain a large number of sacrifices, they will be able to endlessly activate the divine power of the 'Altar of Pain,' and even the bandits will find it difficult to turn the tide.

Releasing the citizens is no problem; releasing information about the desert gods was the broker's primary objective. As for the cannons and gunpowder mentioned at the end, while they present some difficulties, the broker can still mobilize them.

He could afford the price to get the desert god's descendant and the knight-errant to fight.

However, he would never offer it away for free; otherwise, anyone would see his problem. Offering some conditions at the right time would actually lower the other party's guard.

"Sir Santos, I can accomplish all these things you've asked for, but what will I receive in return?"

"Mr. Broker, you will get what you want."

Santos remained calm and replied indifferently, but the 'broker' was no fool and naturally wouldn't be fooled so easily.

"What I want? Hah, Sir Santorion, tell me, what exactly do I want?"

Santos inwardly groaned. He had no idea what the "broker" wanted, so he could only put himself in the "broker's" shoes and think about the difficulties the other party might encounter.

Judging from the situation just now, the "broker" is already purging dissidents in the army, which is definitely a plot to launch a coup. If that's the case, the other party must want to control the city-state. At this time, the desert god's descendants suddenly coming to attack the city is definitely a big problem for him.

Hmm, it seems like it can be used as a bargaining chip.

"Brokeback, the reason you summoned me here was to have the Robin Hood deal with the Desert Gods, wasn't it? This was your original purpose, so why talk about rewards? As for releasing the civilians, detaining them would only waste your manpower and wouldn't benefit you in any way. As for weapons and ammunition..."

Santos was a bit stuck. In any case, it seemed unreasonable to ask a ruler to hand over the city's defensive weapons to someone else.

Never mind! To put His Highness in this predicament, he had no choice but to apologize to this broker!

"Brother, this negotiation was never fair. You can disagree with these demands, since you're in the right, but you should also know that some people are unreasonable. Besides, to a large extent, it's you who need the Robin Hood, not the other way around."

"Hehe, Sir Santors, there's no need for threats. I didn't say I disagreed with everything. Aren't we negotiating? Besides, I do need the help of the sir, but the assistance I can provide in the city-state of Mogoslor is unparalleled."

Santos could not refute this statement, because he had no idea what the Robin Hood actually wanted.

How about we stop here for now?

Anyway, he has already fulfilled two of the three requirements of the Robin Hood, so he can be considered to have barely completed the mission, right?

Just as Santos was about to agree, the "broker" suddenly laughed and said that what he had just said was just stating his point of view, but since it was a cooperation, both parties should trust each other.

To show his sincerity, the "broker" was willing to make sacrifices. He could provide the remaining dwarven cannons in the city, as well as the location of the ammunition depot. He could even help remove the soldiers guarding the warehouse to make it easier for the thief to carry out his plan.

You are such a kind person!

Santos was deeply moved; he truly hadn't expected the "broker" to be so generous.

If he weren't afraid of arousing the suspicion of the "broker," he would have kowtowed to the other party.

Soon, the citizens imprisoned in the military camp were released, and the guards responsible for defending the city received news that the Desert Gods would be attacking the city that night. They began to assemble on the city walls and made intensive preparations for defense. Santos also led his men to a warehouse, preparing to exchange their predicaments with the bandits.

The thought of bringing His Highness back to Balbo City-State safely filled Santos with excitement.

Lord Hilder will be very pleased, and having learned this lesson, His Highness will surely be much more cautious in the future, at least he won't do anything as foolish as letting a wolf into the house again.

Just as Santos was dreaming of a bright future, Chris also woke up in the temple. Several servants who were wiping his body were startled and then shouted to the priests outside the door.

"Where am I?"

Chris tried to get out of bed but failed. After several attempts, Chris discovered that his hands and feet were still bound.

"Damn it! Let me go!"

The high priest had just entered the room when he heard this. His eye twitched, he sighed helplessly, and glanced at Chris with a slightly sympathetic look.

"Lord Ice Knight, please don't be agitated. Your injuries are severe. Although we have given you medicine, you still need to rest."

"Who are you?"

"I am the high priest of the Holy Spirit Temple in the city-state of Mogoslor."

Upon hearing the words "High Priest," Chris breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained his identity to the other party.

"High Priest, I am the Ice Knight of the Kingdom of Fesland. I am not a villain. My purpose in coming here is simply to capture the thief and protect the innocent people. Please believe me!"

The high priest nodded helplessly, indicating that he knew Chris's identity from the beginning.

"Then why are you tying me up?"

"Because you were delivered by a chivalrous thief."

"ah?!"

The high priest was helpless. The ropes had been tied by the rogues, and they dared not untie them without their permission. Chris was also surprised. In his opinion, he was tied up entirely because the city-state of Mogoslor had reached a cooperation agreement with the rogues.

This made Chris feel flustered, and at the same time, a strong anger welled up inside him.

In order to protect the city-state of Mogoslor, he fought a desperate battle with the desert gods, resulting in mutual destruction. However, the city-state of Mogoslor then turned around and fell into the arms of the rogue.

"How could you do this! How could you yield to an evil robber! That despicable fellow, he took my sword!"