"Do you think someone is plotting against Storm Claw? Otherwise, why have so many strange things happened this past month?"
In the stone hall, Raymon sat at the head of the table, his gaze sweeping over the cadres below him with a look of suspicion on his face.
"Chief, the strange occurrences started when the Black Spider Squad joined our Storm Claw. I think they're definitely involved. We should drive the Black Spider Squad away." A Mage with bandages on his body stepped forward and said indignantly. He was Nelson, who had accidentally caused an explosion during an experiment, resulting in heavy losses and was heartbroken.
Raymon frowned. "But I've been keeping an eye on the Black Spider Squad, and they haven't had a chance to make a move. Besides, there are no spellcasters in this squad, no aura of curses, and no negative energy. These strange things shouldn't be related to them, right?"
For the past month, the Black Spider Squad has worked diligently and done a lot for Raymon. They are incredibly useful and very obedient.
To be honest, Raymon is now a little reluctant to let them go.
Before the Mage could say anything more, the dragon warrior Harry spoke up, "Since joining Storm Claw, Black Spider have been diligent and honest, without any wrongdoing, and they get along well with the members. Expelling them without evidence would discourage the people below."
"I think we should observe for a while longer. If the strange things continue, we can try driving them out."
If the strange occurrences stop, then it proves it was just a coincidence, or perhaps some natural phenomenon. After all, there are many more bizarre things recorded in history.
Harry, the dragon vein Harry, made everyone present nod in agreement, Raymon also made up his mind, "Then there's no need to discuss it anymore. Let's observe for a while, and maybe the strange occurrences will stop on their own."
Seeing that the leader had spoken, everyone naturally had no objections.
Within Storm Claw, Raymon's prestige was extremely high; virtually no one dared to contradict his decisions.
"Alright, let's leave that at that. Let's discuss our plan to explore the Abyss of Black Mist. Just now, all the supplies were ready, and I think we can begin. What do you all think?" Raymon scanned the area below, his gaze burning with undisguised fervor.
The other Storm Claw officers exchanged glances, all eager to try.
A few months ago, Storm Claw obtained half of an ancient treasure map, which depicted an ancient ruin located in the Abyss of Black Mist. According to the treasure map, this ruin was left behind by an Epic- rank spellcaster and contained the knowledge and treasures accumulated by the latter throughout his life.
Even if we don't get everything, just a small part would be enough for Storm Claw to use endlessly.
Raymon even entrusted his resources for advancing to Legendary status to this ruin, so he seemed extremely concerned about it.
Despite the recent strange occurrences within his faction, nothing could stop his plans.
"Alright, it seems none of you have any objections. Let's proceed as planned, officially commencing the operation in five days... Hmm, notify the Black Spider Squad and have them join in."
The Storm Claw were equipped with a three-story stone tower for the Black Spider Squad, each floor of which was ten meters high, allowing even a puppet of Elia's size to move freely.
Right now, inside the room, Gustavo is intently preparing a poison that is entangled in spider silk and bubbling with green bubbles in mid-air.
The three puppets, including Elia, stayed far away. Although they no longer had souls, their bodies remained, and they would still suffer some damage from the toxins.
Of course, compared to the damage suffered by normal living beings, the puppets are much more resistant to toxins. Not to mention, Gustavo had also specially transplanted some toxin-resistant genes into them. Their avoidance was just a precaution.
Time passed slowly. As Gustavo crushed a golden-blue flower into powder and placed it in a test tube, the originally viscous, emerald-green poison instantly emitted black smoke and turned blackish-purple. No more bubbles appeared, but it exuded a terrifying aura like that of a ghost or vengeful spirit.
"Finally, the Hades Prototype is ready once again." Gustavo examined the potion in his hand with satisfaction.
Over the past month, Victoria Tavern has used the more than 1.8 million Ta Pound he had stored there to collect a considerable amount of medicinal herbs.
Gustavo retrieved the materials every ten days, and five days ago, he gathered all the necessary materials for the Prototype Hades and began the preparation process.
With the experience gained from before, we were able to allocate resources successfully on the first try, without wasting any.
"Hmm, not bad. With this, I won't be afraid of group attacks anymore." Gustavo muttered, putting the poison away into the pocket under his chest.
After finishing all that, he was just about to take a nap when there was a knock on the door.
"Another mission? They really treat me like a workaholic." A strange look appeared in Gustavo's eyes, but he still controlled the Elia puppet to open the door.
A human warrior clad in silver-black plate armor walked in and sat down in a chair in the living room as if he knew his place well.
This man's Arthur, a Tier Seven warrior. It was during a duel a few days ago that he "accidentally" pierced his companion's chest.
"Arthur, we've only just returned, and the leader already has another mission?" The Lennar puppet flapped its small wings and flew in front of Arthur, its tone tinged with dissatisfaction.
This is actually the normal behavior. If someone were to work hard without complaint, it would only arouse suspicion.
During this period, the Black Spider Squad never compromised on their actions, but they would always complain a few times, which to some extent dispelled Raymon's doubts.
Looking at the fairies fluttering before him, Arthur laughed heartily, "I'm not here to assign you any tasks this time, but to inform you of an expedition starting in five days."
"An expedition?" The Lennar puppet exclaimed in surprise, sensing something unusual.
Arthur nodded, took a piece of roasted meat from his pouch and ate it, laughing, "That's right, after this mission, the leader will probably trust you completely."
"Would you mind sharing the details of the operation?"
"I can't tell you that now, you'll find out when the time comes. Oh, and remember to collect your resources." With that, Arthur stood up and left.
"An expedition..." Gustavo watched the human warrior's retreating figure, a half-smile appearing in his bright silver eyes, but it quickly vanished, and he returned to his blank expression.