The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 62: Each with Their Own Plans

Baron Brignell didn't immediately answer Lumian's question. He set down his peachwood pipe and leisurely took a sip of coffee before saying, "I'm not an official; I have no obligation to help them catch wanted criminals.

"If we handed over every person with a bounty on their head, we'd lose a lot of talented people in the Savoie Party.

"Most importantly, your bounty isn't high enough to tempt me. Of course, if you do something in the market district that harms our interests, I won't hesitate to tie you up and have someone deliver you to the police station for a decent reward."

What Baron Brignell implied was: the Savoie Party itself had quite a few wanted people. As long as this kid behaved, he could pretend not to see him.

"You had someone follow me just to confirm what I planned to do?" Lumian pretended to have an epiphany.

Baron Brignell nodded approvingly. "I'm glad you understand my intention."

"I came to Trier for one reason: to find them."

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks." Lumian declined the Baron's invitation. "I just want to find those people as soon as possible." He then spread his arms wide and said, "Praise the sun, so that we may all live in the light!"

After speaking, Lumian turned and began walking toward the stairs, completely unconcerned about exposing his back to the concealed guns of the thugs.

"Tell me in detail how he discovered you, how he forced you—don't leave out a single detail."

After giving the order, Baron Brignell bit down on his peachwood pipe, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Mithli, trembling with fear, recounted his entire ordeal from start to finish.

"Baron, why didn't you teach that kid a lesson just now? You let him leave so easily?"

Baron Brignell lightly tapped his peachwood pipe on the table and smiled. "Teach him a lesson?

"Do you know what sequence he is, what abilities he has, or what weapons he carries?"

"No, I don't," the thug answered honestly.

Baron Brignell stood up with the sound of the chair scraping back, gripped the peachwood pipe in his right hand, and suddenly smashed it against the thug's head.

With a thud, the thug's forehead split open slightly, blood streaming down, but he didn't dare scream or dodge. He stood there with a look of terror, cowering in fear.

Baron Brignell withdrew his pipe, his expression turning cold as he looked at the thug. "You don't know anything, yet you dare to suggest teaching him a lesson?

"Here, take my seat. Let's see how long you survive!"

Before the thug could respond, Baron Brignell's smile returned.

"Didn't you notice something strange about Lumian Lee's wanted notice? The reward for capturing him and the reward for providing information are too close—one is only 3,000 Ferkins, and the other is 500.

"What does that mean? It means the authorities don't want us to deal with Lumian Lee directly; they want us to provide information and let them handle it themselves." I can think of two reasons for this: either Lumian Lee is extremely dangerous, and allowing bounty hunters to capture him would lead to widespread casualties and unnecessary losses, or Lumian Lee has something of great value that the authorities don't want falling into bounty hunters' hands.

"If I had tried to teach Lumian Lee a lesson just now, the second scenario would be fine, but if it's the first scenario, how likely do you think we'd survive?"