The instant the gun was pressed to his forehead, not only was the Pickpocket Sect elder stunned, but Simon beside him was as well.
What... was going on?
Hadn't they come to deliver good news? Why were they about to kill a meritorious man already? Even when the cunning rabbit died and the hunting hound was cooked, it shouldn't happen this fast, should it?
"Jack, what are you doing?!"
Simon immediately rebuked him.
The Pickpocket Sect elder's expression was ugly as well. He did not believe Simon would discard him the moment he had served his purpose. Otherwise, the others who had surrendered would surely mourn the hound's fate when the rabbit died—who else would dare defect to them?
"Sir Simon, he is a fraud! Before Duke Wilson died in battle, he told the radio station the truth. That was a trap, a trap laid for the two lords! Both lords, along with the Blood Descendant Marquis following them, have been murdered, and the important resources in the warehouse surely cannot be saved either! He pretended to surrender in order to deceive us, all to obtain my lord's Source Blood!"
the adjutant roared.
"What?"
Simon froze for a moment, but he did not rush to a conclusion. After all, these few Pickpocket Sect elders had performed far too well over the years. But the very next moment, another trusted subordinate rushed in in a panic.
"Sir Simon, bad news! The secret warehouse has been exposed. Someone set off a fireworks signal, and the Martial Guild's people are heading there!"
Boom!
This time, it was as if a firework had exploded in Simon's mind. In an instant, he understood everything!
The words Duke Wilson had relayed through the adjutant alone were not enough to nail anything down. Perhaps the voice received