"It should be about time."
Not long ago, somewhere on the outskirts of the Core Area of Blackwater Marsh, a young man in his twenties glanced at the sky, opened the cover of his wristwatch, and checked the time.
"Before long, the merchant caravan will pass through here... That impostor should be among them!"
"They intend to have the team escorting you and the caravan arrive at the same time, then take advantage of the looser management at night to pull a switch in the Royal Capital's merchant rest area?"
"Yes."
The young man nodded. "By now, they've probably discovered my disappearance. Their mission to dispose of me ahead of time has failed, but in order not to disrupt the plan, they can only keep heading toward the Royal Capital and wait for news from this side."
"And all we need to do is intercept the caravan here, then turn their own plan against them!"
Beside him stood a slender man with a sharp aura and narrow eyes.
The young man nodded. "Then I'll be relying on you, Uncle Grimm."
Just then, one of their subordinates suddenly cried out, "Oh no, Captain! Look over there!"
Grimm followed the voice and saw a massive body slowly emerging from beneath the ground in the distance.
"A Rotting Swamp Lurker?"
He immediately frowned.
Less than a quarter of the journey remained before they could leave this dangerous region.
A while after leaving the Rotting Swamp Lurker's territory, they encountered magical beasts again. However, they were not Mid-level Lord monsters, merely low-level Lords, and Lin Mo dealt with them easily.
Because [Meteor Stab] was progressing unexpectedly quickly and was not far from leveling up and evolving, he simply continued fighting with that skill and accumulated more proficiency.
[Meteor Stab] Proficiency +50