Chapter 447

Chapter 351: Spider Language

“Now, if we want to understand how that informant was exposed, we can only use ‘Influence.’ Unfortunately, the state of ‘Influence’ is unstable, and it will probably take some time to uncover the truth.”

Berlit said solemnly to the human-faced spider in his hand, while the voice from the spider responded slowly after a moment of silence.

“Will the exposure of your informant pose any risk to our upcoming operation? Should we report this to the Priest Lord and cancel the action?”

“There shouldn’t be. That’s why I carefully selected those two informants; they know very little information themselves, and they don’t even know each other. Even if those black dogs torture them to d*ath, they won’t reveal anything. So exposing one of them won’t have much impact on us; at most, it means losing a contact point. We can continue with our operation.”

With a confident tone, Berlit stated, and the human-faced spider on the other end responded slowly.

“In that case, let’s continue with the operation. Duke has been studying too diligently recently. If we let him continue like this, it will seriously affect our overall plan. It’s really impossible to leave him alone…”

“Hmm… indeed. The secrets Despenser lost cannot be recovered so easily. Barret’s d*ath is necessary. We’ve planned this far, and we can’t just stop now.”

Berlit nodded and said, and the human-faced spider on his hand agreed.

“Yes, everything is almost ready. I’ve even found a scapegoat. If the operation is delayed, my efforts will be wasted.”

“A scapegoat? You already found one? So quickly… How did you find them? Can we trust them?”

Hearing the spider’s words, Berlit looked surprised and said, and the human-faced spider replied.

“Hehe… I found these guys through the channels of the Nether Casket. You know, a white-tier of the Nether Casket was captured by the black dogs not long ago. They bought related intelligence from me, confirmed the person was caught, and were furious, thinking the black dogs intentionally set a trap for them. However, their core power is too far from Tivyán, making them unable to intervene here.”

The human-faced spider said with a teasing tone, and after hearing this, Berlit continued.

“So, you’re saying you can help them retaliate?”

“More or less. I told them we needed some people to deal with the black dogs, and they immediately introduced suitable candidates. As expected, these guys who like to hang around the fringes of civilization have opened my eyes.”

The human-faced spider responded, and Berlit nodded.

“I hope those guys are reliable. This operation cannot afford any mistakes.”

“Of course. But given the current situation, everything seems fine. Duke can’t escape his fate, and recent ‘Influences’ have all been used for this.”

The human-faced spider continued, then paused for a moment before speaking again.

“Moreover, according to the Priest Lord’s revelation, to ensure nothing goes wrong, he will deploy the ‘Night Demon.'”

“Night Demon…”

Hearing this, Berlit’s eyes widened slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He turned to the human-faced spider and said,

“Isn’t deploying the Night Demon in such a setting too risky? It could lead to unpredictable consequences…”

“So we should avoid using him if possible. According to the Priest Lord, this is just an idea for now, not yet confirmed. There’s no need to worry too much as long as our plan goes smoothly.”

The human-faced spider continued, and Berlit silently nodded.

Afterwards, Berlit casually chatted with the human-faced spider for a bit more. Once the conversation stopped, the spider crawled back into Berlit’s sleeve. After sitting for a while in his seat, Berlit stood up slowly.

Berlit glanced around the study, then walked to a bookshelf. Touching a candlestick beside it, the bookshelf slowly rotated, revealing what was behind it. A strong smell of bl**d filled the air.

It was a man, tied to the back of the bookshelf, bound tightly with countless leather straps to solid wooden boards. His head was bald, his mouth and nose sealed shut. There were terrible wounds all over his body, various strange scars, and numerous fine needles densely inserted into one arm. Dry or half-dry bloodstains covered his entire body.

The man, originally in a dazed state, suddenly widened his eyes and struggled fiercely when he saw Berlit’s face. He mumbled, his pupils contracted in fear.

The man, struggling desperately but to no avail, was tightly bound. Berlit looked at the needles in the man’s hand and thoughtfully said,

“So… how many needles did we insert last time? I forgot… never mind, let’s start over.”

“Right, my previous promise still stands. If you can endure five hundred needles, I’ll release you.”

As he spoke, Berlit reached out, pulling out the dozen or so fine needles from the man’s hand and reinserting them one by one.

Amidst the screams that couldn’t be heard, the room was filled with pain and fear.

…

On the other side of the ocean, in the New World.

Deep in the wilderness far from colonial cities, within the tribal settlement of the Tupa Tribe, Kapak sat outside his home as usual, treating the tribespeople. After successfully bandaging a wounded member and sending him away, a young tribesman rushed towards him from afar, panting heavily before shouting,

“Pant… pant… Kapak, Shaman Lord wants you to go there right now!”

“Teacher Uta wants me to go? It’s still my clinic time, isn’t it?”

Listening to the young man, Kapak frowned after checking the clock beside him. Usually, Uta wouldn’t look for him at this time.

“Tell me honestly, is something happening?”

Kapak asked the young man, who immediately replied,

“It’s Sado. Sado and a few others, including Gangulu, seem to have disappeared suddenly! We can’t find them anywhere!”

“What?”