Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 122: Using a Stratagem

Chapter 122: Using a Stratagem

At noon.

The scorching sun baked the earth.

The muddy ground cracked open in places.

Even the hazy mist had mostly dissipated, revealing patches of swampy puddles.

Twisted eyes occasionally peered out from the grayish-yellow reeds, but after seeing the size of the convoy, they "obediently" retreated.

Their creed was to bully the weak and fear the strong!

By midday, the convoy had left the control of Blood Moon City and arrived at the outskirts of the Misty Marsh.

Adam Smith, looking grim, stepped down from the carriage and pointed to a nearby hill:

"Stop and rest, prepare to cook."

Then, in front of everyone, he reprimanded his personal guards.

Soon, the guards began searching and questioning within the convoy.

They approached the temporary leaders of each group, casting scrutinizing glances at everyone they saw.

The people in the convoy were confused.

They didn't know what had happened.

The pushcart workers stopped, skillfully checking the vehicles and confirming everything was in order.

The squad leaders fed the mules, covertly observing the pushcart workers.

If they could find a suspicious person, they might win Adam Smith's favor.

The adventurers returned from all directions.

They had only found traces of fishmen but hadn't engaged with anyone.

They wouldn't casually provoke those endlessly multiplying monsters unless necessary.

Another team of guards moved to the hill, skillfully digging pits, lighting fires, setting up stoves, and placing pots.

As the water boiled, the rich aroma of meat quickly spread.

The refugees in the back, smelling the scent, immediately calmed down.

As long as there was food, they would be obedient.

The refugees took out small stools, sitting down to rest while whispering to each other.

"What are they looking for?"

"Did someone steal something?"

"They seem to be looking for a fugitive!"

"No, I heard they're searching for someone specific..."

"Something doesn't feel right; what exactly is happening?"

"Don't worry about it, just rest for now!"

"That's right, we still have a few days of travel ahead..."

"..."

Everyone kept their voices low, trying not to appear too tense. The personal guards only asked questions and didn't take any action.

This made everyone even more curious about what was going on.

The carriages full of elderly, weak, and women opened their doors and windows, revealing thin faces.

This was the result of a few days of recovery.

When they first arrived in Blood Moon City, they were on the brink of collapse, pale and weak.