“Good evening, sir. Why are you back so soon?”
Suppressing his inner anxiety, Lynch maintained a sluggish posture and feigned a slurred, drunken state, repeating exactly what Roben had said to him earlier.
On the surface, he appeared completely intoxicated with no abnormalities, but internally, his nerves were twisted into a knot, and he dared not even take a full breath.
As Walker’s gaze swept across his face, Lynch’s heartbeat grew increasingly frantic:
‘Neighbor protect me, neighbor protect me. He can’t tell, he’s a blind man.’
【I don’t concern myself with such matters.】
Whether it was because Lynch’s prayer had worked or not, Walker didn’t even look directly at him, merely scanning the interior of the carriage: “To think you didn’t throw up in the carriage. Not bad, kid. The people haven’t arrived yet, have they?”
Lynch shook his head vigorously, exhaling a long breath of relief, feeling his entire body lighten.
Phew, the first hurdle cleared.
He had dared to gamble with this method, betting that his superior, Walker, would not pay too much attention to his subordinates and certainly wouldn’t know exactly how they behaved when drunk. Although he had some confidence, the fear was still real; if he were exposed, a beating would be the least of his worries, but the real issue was that his face would be utterly ruined.
It seemed he had won the gamble, but now… he had to get rid of this troublesome fellow, or sooner or later, something would go wrong.
Lynch narrowed his eyes in thought, then rubbed them, feigning the appearance of someone slowly sobering up: “A man reeking of fishy stench came by earlier. He was mysterious, but he’s already left.”
As he spoke, Lynch muttered to himself. All the information was fabricated based on his own guesses. If he were wrong, he would be exposed immediately, but he had no choice now—he had to roll the dice.
“Hm?” Seeing Walker frown immediately, Lynch’s heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, he only said with displeasure, “Didn’t I tell you to have them wait?”
Phew, guessed right. They really were in collusion with the deep ones. Lynch relaxed internally and forced a bitter smile: “Sir, I told him, but he wouldn’t listen. He said there was a problem on their end and the goods couldn’t be traded tonight; they could only deal with you tomorrow. It seems they only want to trade with you.”
“Nonsense, of course they only recognize me. Damn it, what kind of problem could there be? Changing the agreed upon time just like that.” Walker immediately confirmed Lynch’s conjecture and said irritably, “Didn’t you ask him what the problem was? Did the plan fail and the goods weren’t obtained?”
“He wouldn’t say.” Lynch spread his hands: “He said the goods were in hand, but also not quite in hand.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
“I don’t know either. Anyway, it just needs more time. When I asked him to be clearer, he looked at me with such contempt, saying I didn’t know anything and that I should just relay the original message to you—that you would surely understand. He also said you must wait here for his notification and not leave a single step, otherwise, you would bear the consequences. Sir, is that man our superior?”
“What superior? Damn thing, who does he think he is? Just a few deep ones, and they dare to give me orders?” Walker’s expression immediately turned quite ugly, and he said viciously, “Anything else?”
“No, he seemed very anxious, left in a hurry, and said he had to go back to continue.” I knew you were that kind of person. Lynch watched Walker’s displeased expression, the corners of his mouth curling up in secret, and asked in a low voice: “Sir, shall we follow his orders and keep waiting?”
“Wait for what? We are Rangers, not members of their tribe. Why should we listen to a bunch of aliens?” Walker raised his hand and even smashed a wine glass, fuming: “Forget it, let’s wait one night. Otherwise, if we really ruin that lord’s affairs, it would be improper.”
“True, maybe he really has the authority to order us Rangers, and could even make us bear the consequences.” Seeing Walker wanting to yield, Lynch quickly added fuel to the fire, then tentatively suggested: “Why don’t we compromise? Sir, you certainly cannot submit to his orders—even Director Holf doesn’t have the right to command you. What is a guy reeking of fishy stench compared to you? However, to be safe, I will guard here for the night. If he really shows up, I will go to your home to notify you immediately.”
“No, you are also a Ranger. Only I can command you. They are not worthy.”
“Sir, I’m just too drunk to go home, so I’ll sober up here.” Lynch slurred his words: “It just so happens I can stand in for you—no, no, I mean I’ll just sleep here for a while.”
“It has nothing to do with that bastard’s request?”
“Of course, I don’t even know him.” Lynch wore the daily smile of a working man: “I only listen to your orders, sir.”
“Fine, then you can sleep here for a bit. Remember, from now on, you must be like this. No matter what, you must never lose our Ranger dignity.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Lynch rolled his eyes secretly, lowered his hands respectfully, and sent the indignant Walker away. Actually, Lynch really wanted to ask for more information, but to avoid revealing his identity, he swallowed the questions back.
I’ll have to rely on guessing. I’ll ask the deep ones later. They won’t be as vigilant as Walker; it’ll be easier to get information out of them.
Watching him leave in a hurry in a hired carriage, Lynch exhaled, leaning back into the seat and feeling a sense of relief. He had finally tricked the two troublesome guys away. Now, the Rangers would just have to wait for the deep ones to deliver the goods.
Should I sell their carriage and horse for them on the way out? Forget it, I’ve never heard of stealing police vehicles to sell.
Once again disguising himself as Walker and confirming he had made all preparations, he could only leave everything to time and hope the deep ones would arrive soon. Lynch finally shed all his burdens, curled up comfortably in the carriage, and while chatting with Miss Valente outside the pier through the telepathic conch, he picked up the fish and chips from the chair and popped them into his mouth.
Lynch had been drooling just watching Roben eat them earlier. Since transmigrating, he hadn’t eaten this kind of high calorie fried food. Reliving the old dream, it tasted quite good.
After waiting for a long time—so long that the free late night snack was all gone—Lynch had started to get drowsy, his eyes struggling to stay open. Just then, he suddenly heard the horse outside let out a long neigh.
It seems something startled it.
Lynch’s heart stirred. He looked out the window and, sure enough, at some point, a bearded man dressed as a sailor in coarse clothes had appeared not far outside the carriage, pointing him toward the direction of the beach on the side of the pier.
Phew, the target has arrived. But why is it a human, and a commoner at that?
Lynch shook his head, temporarily putting aside his inner questions, and in the image of Walker, he took the initiative to jump out of the carriage and head toward the direction the bearded man pointed.
The pitch black shore was almost empty, save for a small boat docked at the edge. A deep one in ragged clothes wearing a monocle was sitting on the boat. As soon as he saw Lynch, disguised as Walker, approaching, he stood up and revealed a hideous grin:
“Officer Walker, haven’t seen you in a few days, you’ve lost a bit of weight. Hehe, didn’t expect it, did you? I’m the one coming to pick you up this time.”
That one sentence made Lynch’s heart tremble. This one eyed deep one had actually dealt with Walker before, and perhaps there was even some enmity. Terrible. It’s too easy to be seen through by someone familiar.
And what did he say? Pick me up? Holy shit, the delivery location isn’t at the pier, is it?
“Hurry and get on the boat. I’m taking you to see the slave owner, Davis. He insists on handing the gem to you personally.”
Hiss, what a small world. Didn’t he only have a small segment of tentacle left last time? How did he recover?
When enemies meet, if I get exposed here, it would be a disservice to the neighbor watching the show if I didn’t die.
Should I go or not?
Lynch hesitated for a moment.
Rate on N.U.
