182 In Position (2/2)

Roland smiled. ”We'll launch an attack at their base. When they return in a hurry, we'll ambush them halfway.”

”Good idea.” Husseret nodded and said, ”I'll talk to the city garrison and my friends in the Temple of Life first.”

”Also… Those are what you asked me to buy.”

Husseret took out what Roland asked him to buy from his Backpack.

They were cans of oils, bags of quicklime, and countless caltrops.

Raffel claimed the oil, Li Lin took the quicklime, and Brazil got all of the caltrops.

Husseret disappeared from the room again.

Soon, it was night.

Roland and his friends, who had been staying in the house, began to take action.

Roland went to the bottom of the northwest city wall, where some soldiers were patrolling and Husseret was waiting for him.

Husseret gave the captain of the soldiers some silver coins, and the captain waved his hand at Roland.

Following them, Roland ascended the city wall until he reached the middle part on the northern city wall.

Observing from his high position, he saw the base of Moon Shadow on the ground four hundred meters ahead of him.

A dozen low, shabby houses were built in a circle. At the center of the circle was a big, bright bonfire. Even though he was far away, he could see thirty people chatting and laughing around the bonfire.

Vaguely, he could even hear loud but terrifying singing.

”My love for you wouldn't change even after I'm dead…”

”It's terrible, isn't it?” The captain said at Roland's side, angry. ”Those idiotic Golden Sons sing rather than sleeping every night. It's so awful that it's like a bald merman sawing wood right next to your ears. It's disgusting.”

”So you want them to disappear?”

”No, you want them to disappear.” The captain shook his head. ”I don't know anything. My patrol is over.”

Smiling, he left with his soldiers after saying that.

Then, the city wall fell into silence. There weren't even the chirps of insects or birds. The moon was bright in the sky, spraying cold light all over the ground. The wind was blowing too.

Roland somehow recalled what he read in a wuxia book once:

The brighter a moon is, the more you want to kill someone; the quieter a night is, the easier it is to kill someone.

Back then, Roland was too little to know what it meant.

However, now that he was placed in the same environment, he suddenly understood the quote and thought that whoever wrote that must've been a pervert or a serial killer.

New messages popped up in the guild channel.

Li Lin: ”In position.”

Raffel: ”In position.”

Brazil: ”In position.”

Husseret: ”Traps in the Temple of Life have been set up.”

Roland turned off the guild channel. Staring at the silver moon in the sky, he straightened his right arm and opened his hand.

A flame took shape above his right hand, before it quickly warped into a fireball.