"So the Bilos Family is the only one capable of forming a regular trading team in the Garden of Labyrinth," Dorcas commented in Spirit Bond while waiting for the Magician to arrive.
It wasn't that there weren't any Sorcerer families that were stronger than the Biros family, but the Biros family was the only one that had the advantage of location and manpower.
Dorcas paused for a moment before he continued, "Still, it's strange that the Bilos Family created such a traveling merchant organization."
Angor wasn't paying attention to Dorcas at all. But when he heard the word "strange", his ears perked up. He didn't care about other people's opinions. But since Dorcas mentioned it, there must be something fishy going on.
"Is that your guess? Or your hunch?" Angor asked in the Spirit Bond.
"Guess," Dorcas replied. "Come to think of it, the Garden of Labyrinth was emptied by wizards many years ago. This is a well-known fact. Few supernaturals would come here to explore. Therefore, the Garden of Labyrinth is now known as the Billon Tree Court by default, which means the Bilos Family is in charge of it. No one in the wizarding world has a problem with that.
"But the Bilos Family has a strange way of operating the Garden of Labyrinth. On the surface, they don't care about the Garden of Labyrinth at all, and they even allow ordinary adventurers to enter. But behind the scenes, they created a traveling merchant organization to fund adventurers and search for treasures. Don't you think it's strange? "
After Dorcas finished speaking through the Spirit Bond, he looked at everyone.
Two seconds later, Kael asked in confusion, "It's just an extra source of income, right? The Billon Tree Court is owned by the Bilos Family. I don't think it's strange for them to create a new ruin. "
Dorcas said, "That's true, but from the division of labor, the oath of death, and the regular trading, we can see that the Traveling Merchant Organization isn't just messing around. They're serious about this, and they're not small."
"Can an adventurer group made up of commoners really support such a large organization with the loot they got from the Garden of Labyrinth?"
"You know, a single Witch's Eye can destroy an entire adventurer group. Between the gains and losses, the traveling merchant organization will only lose money.
"So, I think it's strange that the traveling merchant organization was created. What is the reason why they would rather suffer losses to maintain the operations of the organization? "
Not long after Dorcas asked his question, the Black Count said, "The only possibility is that they discovered some unexcavated treasures from the ruins."
Angor nodded as well. If Dorcas was right, Dark Count's answer was the only answer they could think of.
"Fate doesn't favor only one person. If Khael was blessed by fate and discovered clues from 'Kaya's Travels', why can't others discover it as well? Travel notes are just a medium. There must be other carriers that record and point to the depths of the Garden Palace. "
Wa Yi: "So, the Travellers are actually our competitors?"
"If Dorcas' guess is correct, then they're competitors. But the Traveling Merchant Organization, or the Bilos Family, still doesn't know of our existence. This competitive relationship shouldn't be established yet. "
This Traveling Merchant of the Inferno Adventurer Group was a very slippery person. He had a strong desire to live. In order to survive, he did things very cleanly and clearly. He didn't hide any secret words, nor did he secretly inform the Traveling Merchant Group.
Since the Traveling Merchant Group didn't know about them, they weren't considered competitors yet.
Of course, this was only his judgment based on the current situation. But who knew if there would be any mistakes that would alert the Bilos Family to their plan?
Angor looked at Dorcas.
"What do you think?" Angor pretended to ask casually.
Dorcas considered and nodded. "You're right. Whether or not we have the same goal, as long as they don't know about us, we can't establish a competitive relationship. "
Angor felt a little relieved. Dorcas didn't think it was an inspiration, but his subconscious judgment was already influenced by it. Since Dorcas said so, Angor chose to believe him.
But before Angor could fully relax, Dorcas gave him another "proviso".
"But the Traveling Merchant Organization has been operating here for a long time. Is it possible that they sent someone to keep an eye on us? Do they report to the higher-ups when they see a supernatural? "
After Dorcas finished speaking, he looked at the Dark Earl. The Black Count only had his nose left, but he had the best detection ability among all of them. If there was someone keeping an eye on them, the Black Count would only notice them.
"I don't know. At least I didn't see any supernatural around the ruin."
The Black Count didn't observe the surroundings all the time. Besides, some supernaturals were good at hiding, so the Black Count wouldn't pay extra attention to them for no reason. So, he really didn't know anything about this.
"Maybe it's not just supernaturals. Mortals can also become watchers," Dorcas said.
Everyone fell silent after hearing Dorcas' words.
Dorcas quickly laughed it off. "I'm just saying. It's not likely."
Angor didn't know what to say. That's more likely.
Angor and the Black Count "looked at each other" again and began to communicate in private.
They were only here to explore the ruin. Now that they had to consider the Traveling Merchant Organization, they might need to restrain their carelessness.
However, Dorcas' "poison healer" was already on the table, so Angor didn't feel too nervous about communicating with the Black Count.
Angor had Elmi and the dream wasteland to back him up. The Black Count, on the other hand, was strong enough to destroy the entire Peren Tree Garden in his real body. Even if he only had his nose, he was still not to be underestimated.
With enough power, Angor wouldn't be afraid even if something unexpected happened.
After communicating with the Black Count, Angor decided what they were going to do next. To put it simply, they were going to strengthen their scouting skills and set up traps at any time, such as magic arrays and illusions.
After all, they didn't come here to fight. After the exploration was over, they could use it as entertainment. However, neither Angor nor the Black Count would allow anyone to disturb them during the exploration.
While Angor and Black Earl were talking in secret, Dorcas began to test his theory. He found the trembling traveling merchant, Miss Red, and Ma Qiusha, who had no idea what was going on. He asked if the Traveling Merchant Organization asked them to keep an eye on supernaturals.
The answer was … yes.
"It's not really an order from the Traveling Merchant Organization. They're just reminding us. After all, supernaturals aren't on the same level as us. To avoid being killed by supernaturals, we should inform other adventurer groups if we see or encounter supernaturals, and avoid them. "
This was Miss Red's answer.
It didn't seem like a big deal, but it was actually the Traveling Merchant Organization's plan. Ordinary people were indeed treated as their eyes.
The Traveling Merchant's answer was even simpler. "I can't tell you because of my oath."
The Traveling Merchant didn't show any fear because he believed Dorcas knew what he meant.
If he couldn't tell Dorcas, it meant the Traveling Merchant Organization was really doing something.
Dorcas told everyone what he learned. Angor was no longer as surprised as before. "Dorcas is right," he said in a plain voice. "Something unexpected might happen on our way. But since we already know about it, we should be careful. It shouldn't affect the overall situation. "
Dorcas didn't disagree this time. He nodded. "After all, Dark Earl and I are here. No one can do anything to us."
Angor didn't say anything. He knew Dorcas didn't want to mention him on purpose. Dorcas probably wanted to practice his verbal skills out of boredom.
Still, Dorcas wasn't wrong. Angor wasn't sure if he could defeat Dorcas by himself. After all, it was an undeniable fact that bloodline users could easily crush their peers.
However, if other bonuses were taken into account, such as Speed Spirit and Elmi, as well as the strong rules of the Green Vein, then the outcome would be different.
If he brought Toby with him this time, then he wouldn't even need Speed and Elmi. With just him and Toby working together, Dorcas would lose.
"Dorcas is right. You two don't need to worry too much." Angor looked at Kal and Way. The two apprentices looked a little nervous. They were probably confused by Dorcas' series of actions.
Kal and Way calmed down a little after hearing Angor's words.
On the other hand, Dorcas was feeling very bored. Angor didn't say anything to him, so he couldn't do anything even if he wanted to.
Waiting was boring, so Dorcas and his old friend Way could only reminisce about the past.
Time flew by. About half an hour later, a figure that looked like an iron mountain walked out of the sandstorm.
"Misters, the Magician is here," Traveling Merchant quickly reported to Dorcas and Angor.
"Usually, the ones who show up are the weakest ones," Dorcas complained as he looked at the obviously man-made sandstorm.
"Please don't blame him, mister. Magicians like to do things like this to fool mortals."
The muscular man walked through the sandstorm and approached Traveling Merchant step by step. He looked like he had seen through everything in this world.
Every step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly, as if the earth itself was following his steps.
Dorcas couldn't stand it anymore. He turned to Way and said, "An apprentice alchemist dares to steal the job of an earth wizard. How can you tolerate that?"
I can … Way said in his mind.
He wasn't planning to do anything, but since Dorcas said so, he had no choice but to stomp his foot. The power of the earth immediately covered an area of several hundred meters.
The Magician could no longer move the ground with his feet.
The demonic craftsman was stunned for a moment. He took a few more steps on the spot, and when he found that there was really no movement, he looked over with a puzzled gaze.
Was it Traveling Merchant's doing?
The demon craftsman quickly looked around and made sure that there was no one else besides You Shang and the others. He let out a sigh of relief.
As far as he was concerned, he couldn't afford to lose his cool. Luckily, there weren't many people around.
But even so, the Magician still had to put on a show. He looked at the ground and sighed.
It was as if he could see the restlessness deep in the earth. As for his feet, they measured the earth and calmed the restlessness in the depths.
Seeing the Magician trying to show off, Traveling Merchant awkwardly turned away and pretended not to know him.
Angor remained silent. Count Dark didn't say anything either. He had seen a lot of things in his life, and there was nothing he hadn't seen before.
Dorcas, who was slightly older than Angor but still considered "young and vigorous" in the wizarding world, took a deep breath and said, "I can't stand it anymore. Get over here!"
With that, Dorcas released a tiny wisp of blood aura that went straight into the ground.
In less than a second, a hole suddenly appeared beneath the magician's feet before he could even react. A giant worm shining with golden light opened its abyssal mouth and bit down on the magician's waist.
Then, with a burst of earth-shattering sounds, the worm brought the confused magician to Dorcas.
"Who told you to keep pretending? Now you're in trouble." Before Dorcas could say anything, Traveling Merchant mocked him, "Keep your head up like a groundhog. Don't you know who's standing next to me? You deserve it."
Traveling Merchant was mocking him, but he was also reminding the Magician to help him out.
The magician endured the pain of his waist being bitten to pieces and raised his head to take a look.
His face turned pale.
How could he not recognize Dorcas' face?
How did he meet the rumored eccentric wandering adept here?!
The other party was an official Magus of the Bloodline Faction. Even if the leader of the travelling merchants came, he would not be able to deal with him.
And he had been pretending in front of Dorcas for five whole minutes.
I'm done for. I'm done for.
…
As the Magician was about to give up, a voice that sounded like the sound of nature echoed in his ears.
"Let him go. If you don't, he'll die from blood loss even if he's not bitten in half," Angor said.
Dorcas humphed and followed Angor's order and let the Magician out of the worm's mouth.
The Magician's upper body was fine, but his lower body was in a terrible condition.
Angor was right. The Magician would really die from blood loss if he didn't let him go. There were at least dozens of large and small holes below his waist.
These holes were all caused by the sharp teeth in the sandworms' mouths, which could induce trypophobia.
A few seconds after the Magician was spat out by the sandworm, a large amount of blood gushed out like a fountain and dyed the ground red.
Angor looked at the dying Magician and sighed. He reached out a hand and cast a Purification Field on the Magician to prevent him from getting infected by germs. Then, he cast Heal.
Even so, the Magician's face was still pale. It looked like he was not far from death.
"You used a sandworm to bite a level-2 apprentice?" Angor glanced at Dorcas. "I'm done. It's your turn."
Angor could heal and purify, but Bloodline Wizards were better at replenishing one's blood.
Dorcas was the one who did this, but he couldn't just watch the Magician die in front of him.
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