Terra Martial God and Merit System

Chapter 32 I Don’t Want Much

"Lost contact? Why?!" Dumiso looked at his men in front of him with a grim expression, "Tell me clearly, what happened to the people I sent out?"

"Lost...lost contact." The subordinates below shrank back, "We've used the emergency contact point. Still no news."

"I'm worried about them..." He swallowed, "Maybe they were accidentally exposed?"

"Waste. Get out!" Dumiso snorted coldly and waved his hand to disperse the guy.

Then he frowned and sat down.

exposed?

This is indeed possible, but what if all six people are exposed?

Is this a joke?

Because of the importance Kosice attached to this task, the people under Dumiso were considered elites.

These six agents were first-rate infiltration and disguise experts, and Dumiso believed that they could sneak into the military camp in Victoria and come out unscathed.

How could it be possible that they would be destroyed in this small slum?

"Not normal." Some sweat appeared on Dumiso's forehead.

All this made him feel bad, very bad.

The tentative plan turned into a mess. Not only did Viscount Igor die inexplicably, but his infiltrator also disappeared.

And the emperor’s appointment...will come tomorrow, no, maybe today!

However, he now knew nothing about the so-called "Luochen" and the situation inside the slums.

"Maybe I could go to the slums and have a look." Tallulah in the room suddenly said.

"You just need to do your job well. How is the investigation into the Viscount's death going?" Dumiso said coldly.

He had not intended to let Tallulah participate too much. Her main purpose of coming here was to "witness" rather than to participate.

"The Viscount's body was burned too badly. The autopsy yielded no clues," Tallulah replied, "but we found several different bodies. They were guards at the Viscount's mansion, who died from being hit on the head by some blunt object."

"Nothing else?"

"Nothing."

"*Ursus swear*" Dumiso cursed inwardly. Since coming to this small city, it can be said that everything has not gone smoothly.

He must change his mindset now.

"Call that minister over." Dumiso seemed to have thought of something, so he called Sergei over.

Sergei still looked like a lapdog, and Dumiso suppressed his nausea and asked him some questions about the slums.

Because the other party seemed to have mentioned this before.

Under Dumiso's threats and hints, Sergei finally revealed some key things.

For example.....he has a subordinate in the slums.

"Captain Anton is my right-hand man... He was attacked by the enemy while going to rescue the slums..." Sergei opened his mouth and began to speak.

In fact, Anton did not trust Sergei, at least after the struggle began. Sergei treated him coldly. After all, Anton was related to those country bumpkins by blood. This was still not reassuring for Sergei.

Coupled with dealing with various affairs, Anton had long been forgotten by Sergei.

"Can you contact him?" Dumiso asked.

"Yes. Of course I can, sir."

"Connect the wires." Dumiso ordered coldly.

Sergei went out for a while and came back with a microphone. "Sir, the call has already started."

"Beep, beep, beep--" The sound rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Dumiso's face turned cold.

"Sir, it's just an accident. I'll try again..." Sergei quickly called again.

"Drip-"

This time the call was connected quickly.

Sergei leaned over and shouted—"Captain Anton, are you there?"

"....." There was silence for a moment on the other side, and then there was a crying voice - "Minister! My good minister! You finally contacted me!"

"I have nothing to eat in the slums, and these unruly people are stopping me from leaving. I am really miserable!"

"Minister. We brothers are cold and hungry now. You have to support us!"

Sergei glanced at Dumiso awkwardly, and the other nodded.

So he asked, "What do you want?"

"I don't want much... Two tons of food is enough for us..." Captain Anton replied. "It would be better if we could get some cold-resistant supplies, such as electric blankets..."

Sergei resisted the urge to curse.

What's wrong with Anton? Why is he so arrogant this time? Why is he asking for such a huge amount of money all of a sudden? Does he think he's a fool?

Do you believe everything he says?

Two tons of food? How many of you are there? You won't be able to finish it all, right?

Although he was furious, Sergei still looked at Dumiso cautiously, wanting to ask for his opinion.

"Promise him." Dumiso said lightly.

"What..." Sergei felt puzzled, but he did not dare to disobey this envoy who was related to the Grand Duke, so he could only speak honestly -

"Anton, I know about this. We will deliver the supplies you need soon."

"Okay, okay, Minister, you are so wise... and brilliant! Coordinates... we'll wait here!" Captain Anton kept thanking him, flattering him one after another, making people feel refreshed.

Of course, Sergei couldn't just stand there and listen to his flattery now, so he could only answer casually and then hang up the phone in a hurry.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Dumiso. "Sir, what should we do next..."

"I will send someone to go with the convoy. You must keep the communicators on the convoy turned on throughout the journey." Dumiso said. "That's it. Get ready quickly."

"I understand!" Sergei hurriedly made preparations, and soon a small convoy drove towards the designated coordinates.

Sergei and Dumiso were sitting in a room. Besides them, there were several Black Snake agents, including Talulah.

They listened to the loudspeaker in the middle of the house, silently waiting for the convoy to arrive.

"The current time is 15:18. The convoy is running well and we are about to arrive at the designated area."

"Hey? Why did a person suddenly appear in front of the convoy?"

"He's coming! Is he a madman?"

"He took action! He kicked a guard away!"

“Attacking!!!”

"Bang bang bang!"

"He's killing people! So fast! How is this possible?"

"Wait! I saw that guy's face!"

"He is the target in that newspaper.....How is this possible?!!!"

The person on the phone was a Black Snake agent. After all, he had seen big scenes before, so he was able to keep his composure. "This level... is simply——"

"Our people are already facing him!"

Dumiso narrowed his eyes slightly.

The troops sent this time were all fighters from the Black Snake organization. Although the Black Snake organization did not focus on frontal combat, these people were still comparable to the elite Ursus soldiers.

It can't be so easy to be...

"All dead! All four were cut open! There was also a Sarkaz!! The attacker was not alone!" A terrified voice came from the loudspeaker, "That sword... How is it possible?!"

Dumiso's expression froze.

The loudspeaker is still going—

"Don't come over! Don't come over!"

"help!!!"

"Crack!" The sound of glass breaking.

"Crack." The sound of broken bones.

"Huh? The communication is on?" a very small male voice said.

"Cough, cough, cough." The sound of clearing the throat.

"Hello, hello! Is anyone there? I'm Captain Anton! A group of refugees from the slums attacked the convoy. I fought bravely and finally repelled them..."

"F**k!!!!" Sergei, who was sitting on the side, suddenly rushed over. His face turned red and white, and he spit into the microphone: "Anton, you traitor! You *Ursus swear*!!!!"

"Oh, it's the Minister. Minister, don't worry. Although those untouchables attacked us in a despicable way, I managed to keep the food... All this is thanks to you, Minister..." Hearing Sergei's voice, the voice on the loudspeaker changed and became gentle all of a sudden. Countless flattery for Sergei poured out.

"Do you really think I'm an idiot?!" Sergei yelled without caring about his appearance - "I heard everything! You killed an entire convoy! You are not Anton at all! Who are you?!"

"....." The other end fell silent, and finally a sentence popped up: "I am your father!"

"Ding——" the communication was disconnected.

"You damn bastard! Dirty bastard..." Sergei was almost mad with anger. Even though the call was disconnected, he continued to curse wildly.

"Shut up!" Dumiso shouted coldly, and he gradually calmed down. But the blush on his face remained.

Sergei collapsed to the ground, all his strength drained out. He suddenly realized... he seemed to have been tricked.

I've been fooled since the Viscount died.

"Knock, knock, knock..." At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Sergei jumped up from the ground. "Who?"

"Minister! A convoy is entering the city, and their leader... is holding the royal token!" A terrified voice came from outside the door.

Chapter 33: Conferring a Noble Title

"Royal token?" Sergei was stunned. He even forgot all the bad things that happened just now. He just kept repeating this word - "Royal token?"

"Is it someone from the palace?"

Dumiso, who was sitting nearby, frowned.

This thing finally happened...and it came earlier than I thought.

More importantly, the current situation is worse than I imagined.

He knew nothing about the target...and had no idea of ​​the internal conditions of the slums.

Anyway....nothing is normal.

but--

"Sir, what should we do?" Sergei turned around and asked Dumiso.

"I won't get involved in this matter." Dumiso said coldly.

"The first thing you have to remember is that we are not in this city. The Grand Duke has no connection with Kamsko."

"You must do whatever the royal messenger tells you to do."

"After the new city lord takes office, you must obey my orders. If everything goes well..."

Dumiso's eyes were calm, "The Grand Duke will not treat you unfairly."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Sergei knelt on the ground and nodded cautiously.

He was a little scared when he heard the first half of the sentence, but he felt relieved when he heard the second half.

Didn't he do all this just to find a backer? Now the Duke's thighs are big and thick enough!

"Please rest assured, messenger! I will do my best!" Sergei said seriously.