Lucan noticed their expressions, and his cheeks reddened slightly, though he stubbornly continued eating. "What? A man needs proper nutrition to maintain peak performance, you know!"
Orion chuckled softly, amused but deciding not to tease him further. Instead, he directly shifted to his current objective. "Brother Lucan, since you’ve finished your snack, accompany us to the marketplace. I need to check on Magi and have some things I need to talk with him about."
Lucan instantly perked up, quickly finishing his remaining skewer with remarkable enthusiasm. "The marketplace? Sounds good to me. Let’s go then."
Edgar calmly nodded, rising from his seat. "Understood, Young Master. Allow me to accompany you."
Orion smiled appreciatively, and the trio walked leisurely toward the mansion’s main building.
Inside the mansion, Lucan quickly retrieved the luxurious obsidian carriage—sleek, polished black, with intricate silver runes etched delicately along its surface. The vehicle practically radiated understated elegance and status.
After swiftly boarding, Orion, Edgar, and Lucan departed from the mansion, the carriage smoothly gliding toward the marketplace at the Fourth Ring of the Royal Capital.
***
Meanwhile, far from the bustling Royal Capital, under the cover of the rapidly darkening evening, a small group quietly gathered within the dense foliage of an isolated forest clearing.
Their figures were rugged and tense, exuding a dangerous aura that seemed second nature to them.
Their leader—an elderly yet powerfully built man—stood at the center, his piercing gaze filled with cold cunning as he quietly addressed his subordinate. "Are you absolutely certain the information is accurate?"
The subordinate—a rough, muscular man with multiple battle scars marking his weathered features—quickly nodded his head in affirmation.
His voice was deep, rough, and filled with unwavering confidence. "Yes, Boss. My source is trustworthy. There’s definitely an unguarded dragonling residing in the Royal Capital of Thunderpeak Kingdom. Even better, no noble houses seem to officially claim her."
The elderly leader’s expression darkened with contemplation, greed flickering vividly within his narrowed eyes.
A murmur spread rapidly through the gathered men, excitement palpable at the mere mention of a female Draconian.
Another member of the group stepped forward, unable to contain his enthusiasm, his voice trembling with barely restrained eagerness. "Boss, do you understand how much we could fetch from the black market for a female Draconian? It would set us up for life. The profit would be unimaginable."
The elderly leader smiled chillingly, his calculating gaze swiftly assessing his subordinates, his voice commanding and authoritative.
"Exactly. Which is why we must proceed carefully. The capital is heavily guarded, but their focus will be on noble families and important locations. We must strike quickly, silently, without alerting the guards until it’s too late."
A solemn silence settled briefly over the group before each man resolutely nodded, eyes filled with determination and greed.
The leader nodded approvingly, quickly formulating their plan. "Very well. Prepare yourselves—we move under the cover of darkness. Once inside the capital, we split into smaller groups to avoid drawing suspicion. Remember: swift and quiet. No mistakes."
His subordinates swiftly murmured their agreement, quickly dispersing to make final preparations. The elderly leader stood alone momentarily, his cold eyes gleaming sharply in the fading twilight, already envisioning the vast wealth awaiting them.
***
The scene shifted back once more to the Royal Capital’s marketplace, just as the obsidian carriage gently halted near the lively, crowded entrance.
Lanterns cast warm, inviting glows upon bustling vendors and enthusiastic shoppers enjoying the early evening ambiance.
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