Chapter 120: The Worried Adam Smith
Time passed in a flash.
April 22.
The sky was clear, as blue as a wash.
The blazing sun hung high in the sky, like a massive fireball, enthusiastically releasing its energy.
Blood Moon City, southeastern warehouse district.
Adam Smith's Thorn Caravan had purchased a massive warehouse here.
Outside the warehouse was bustling, crowded with pushcart workers preparing to depart.
Inside was still busy, as the final batch of goods was being loaded onto the carriages.
In the center of the warehouse, boxes of magic crystals were carefully placed onto the carriages.
Adam Smith directed them while anxiously glancing outside the training ground, always feeling a sense of foreboding.
Last time they returned to Blood Moon City.
Adam Smith thought that with the clay golems brought from Bay Territory and the elite soldiers representing his status, he could quell the greed of those guys.
But he never expected that those people were so arrogant.
Not only did they show no intention of negotiating, but they even attempted to assassinate him!
Adam Smith nearly died!
That lethal arrow, before anyone could react, shot straight towards his chest!
Even his personal guard captain, Mellen, didn't expect someone to be so bold as to attempt an assassination in Blood Moon City!
In the split second when he couldn't dodge, Adam Smith could even see the faint blue poison gleaming on the tip of that deadly arrow.
They wanted him dead!
Fortunately, people hesitate out of shock, but the clay golems do not!
Adam Smith, still haunted by fear, vividly remembered the towering clay golem stepping in front of him, bringing a wave of relief and anger to his head!
Thus, when Adam Smith received the secret letter from Bay Territory, he decisively chose to comply.
He waited a few more days, gathered more supplies, and recruited more refugees.
At the same time, Adam Smith spread the news of the assassination attempt throughout Blood Moon City.
Conveniently, he also promoted his Thorn Caravan and Bay Territory.
The purpose was to warn those guys— "I know it was your doing!"
Adam Smith checked the time, then glanced at the caravan members performing their final inspections.
The time had come!
He led two clay golems into the heavily guarded teleportation chamber.
As the blue teleportation light flashed, 50 figures appeared before Adam Smith.
Adam Smith instantly recognized the burly Beelzebub, feeling a surge of tension as he saw the dark red armor he was wearing.
"Has his strength grown even stronger?"
The other barbarian soldiers, also clad in thick steel armor, simply standing there, exerted an invisible pressure on him.
Adam Smith could clearly feel that the strength of these barbarian soldiers had also greatly increased!
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