Final Boss

Chapter 208: The Defeat of Mercenary King Gruz (Part 2)

Chapter 208: The Defeat of Mercenary King Gruz (Part 2)

Translator: The Light

Editor: Entelechy

After killing Sparke, Gruz’s chief disciple, Clyde stole everything from the treasury. Although he was not skilled at stealing, he fortunately had some professional help.

Those beautiful thieves he had rescued used iron wires to easily pry open the treasure boxes and uncover a lot of gold, silver, pearls, and jewels. They had red faces the entire time as they were completely, so it was impossible to avoid being embarrassed in front of a man. Furthermore, most of the beautiful thieves’ cup sizes were not small, and when they moved around, they would sway, creating an alluring scene that Clyde could enjoy as he pleased.

“Lord Devil, you can go and keep yourself busy if you have other matters to deal with. We can handle things here!”

“At this moment, I don’t have anything. I’ll accompany you all here. Is there anything wrong?”

“No... no! You can do as you please. We... we don’t mind.”

Seeing that Clyde had no intention to leave, the beautiful thieves didn’t dare to persuade him. They could only helplessly continue to work at their task, allowing the devil to enjoy their white, alluringly bare figures as he pleased. To prevent him from launching a surprise attack at a whim, two of their most beautiful and well-developed members stood on his left and right, waiting for his orders. To outsiders, they were serving their master and ready to provide special services at any time.

These two beautiful thieves seemed prepared to give everything to the devil. Clyde stretched his hands, hugging their slender waists and playfully fondling them. Their face reddened, but they just lowered their heads without protesting. Even if he wanted to do excessive things, they would obediently let him.

To divert this devil’s attention, they could only chat, allowing him to use this chance to procure a lot of information about thief groups. Throughout the year, many internal wars within Ximengsi Continent occurred, destroying many border villages. The survivors had no choice but to escape their homelands and make a living as mercenaries or thieves. Mercenaries required equipment and weapons at their own expense, so many people lacking money could only choose the path of thieves, which had a lower threshold.

There were many relatively famous gangs among thieves. Clyde was quite interested in Nightingale and Night Rose, these legendary female groups. Allegedly, Nightingale was a group of well-known aristocrats’ golden daughters. Since they had nothing else to do, they had established a thief group to seek excitement. Stealing gold, silver, jewelry, and so on was secondary for them. According to legend, there were even princess-level existences among them.

Night Rose was as famous as Nightingale, but unlike Nightingale, Night Rose was a professional thief group. In fact, most of the members had been transferred from the assassin profession, so they had much greater efficiency than Nightingale did. Both of these female thief groups had one thing in common: they had never failed so far. Nightingale succeeded due to its wide range of intelligence sources, while Night Rose had their high professional skills. Their probability of failure was next to nothing, so it was likely that Sparke had prepared that demon treasure box monster to counter those legendary thief groups.

“Have you seen people from Nightingale or Night Rose?”

“Lord Devil, I’ve seen them once or twice, but since their faces were covered, I couldn’t see their appearances. Their figures, however, are better than ours.”

Although they didn’t know what he was thinking, these two beautiful thieves honestly answered his questions. Finally, a few squad leaders of this female thief group walked over with red faces. After hesitating for a while, they spoke to him with a very shy tone.

“Lord Devil, we just... just discovered a strange room. Please take a look.”

“A room? That fellow Sparke...Sso that’s how it is!”

Under the careful search of the beautiful thieves, they had discovered a hidden room in the treasury. After the beautiful thieves had pried open the hidden door’s lock, they had only taken a quick peek inside, before withdrawing with bright red faces and asking Clyde to personally examine it.

Clyde opened the hidden door and entered Sparke’s secret room. There, he saw a lot of incomparably familiar wicked erotic tools like triangular wooden horses, collars, small balls, and so on. In the past, he truly hadn’t known that Sparke was a kindred spirit. Although all the iron cages were empty, Clyde’s sharp eyes immediately noticed several strange water stains. In addition, a familiar special fragrance filled the air. This place had definitely had goods stored here before, but Clyde didn’t know what method Sparke used to transfer those white lambs out of Saka Fortress.

On the table, he found several thick notebooks with a special family insignia: a golden collar covered with uneven thorns. At a glance, it was something used by slave traders with a hardcore interest. After browsing through those notes, Clyde finally figured out many things.

Sparke’s true identity was not simple. On the surface, he was the chief disciple of Mercenary King Gruz and a prodigal playboy, but that was only a disguise. His true identity was one of the young masters of the Colclough Clan. Merely, because of the low status of his biological mother, he had been regarded as an outer class member and could never approach the family core. Therefore, he had disguised his identity to mix with the outside world.

Colclough Clan was one of the few ancient clans in Clark Alliance’s nations. This clan name alone could change many girls’ expressions. It was an ancient clan that specialized in dealing with the slave trade. No wonder those beautiful thieves hadn’t dared to investigate too deeply and pushed everything to Clyde. That treasure box monster had truly left a shadow in their hearts.

Those thick handwritten notes were Sparke’s trade ledgers recording his sales and storage locations. Originally, Clyde had wanted to destroy these things, but after thinking for a bit, since Sparke himself had already died, his identity could be stolen as long as he had the insignia and notebooks to prove himself. As an outer class member, although Sparke was not close to Colclough Clan’s core, his identity was useful. Thinking this, a meaningful wicked smile appeared on his face, and he quickly put away those notebooks and the clan’s insignia. Now, it could be said that his new fake identity was complete.

The notebooks recorded Sparke’s multiple storage strongholds. In addition, his detailed plans and transactions were also shown, allowing Clyde to flawlessly imitate him. After putting them away, Clyde destroyed this hidden room and any evidence. As for the storage points recorded in the notebook, he planned to check them later.

“Lord Devil, the things are all packed. Now, we have to think of a way to leave!”

“Leave that to me. Come here!”

At his call, the beautiful thieves looked at each other in trepidation and nervously walked toward him. Then, the black shadow beneath him suddenly expanded and covered the floor below the beautiful thieves, casting concealment magic on them.

A few hours later, Mercenary King Gruz turned furious. According to the report, a thief group had emptied his treasury without leaving behind even a single gold coin. When a subordinate had come to report this, Gruz had been undressing himself to enjoy some delicacies in front of him. On the large bed were beautiful maids in revealing outfits making alluring postures. They also had charming expressions tempting their master to bully them.

“Lord Gruz, it’s not good! The treasury was looted by thieves, and Lord Sparke is missing.”

“Sparke, that good-for-nothing, how could he mess this up? Block this information.”

“Lord Gruz, I fear it’s impossible to block. When those thieves left, they intentionally threw some gold coins along the way, which many mercenaries have found.”

“I &*ï¿¥@, pass down my orders! The treasury still has a reserve. Calm down those hired cannon fodders.”

Mercenary King Gruz who had just sent his subordinate away suddenly heard several screams outside the door as a familiar figure walked in. Clyde didn’t hold any weapon, but he had a calm expression as if everything were under his control.

“Your Excellency Gruz, you are truly worthy of the saying ‘the man is old, but not his sword!’ Even during this time, you are still in a leisure and aesthetic mood. I endlessly admire you!”

“It’s you again! You actually dared to barge into here! This time, I’ll send you on your way!”

Mercenary King Gruz was not even wearing his armor right now since he had been preparing to do the deed. After Clyde invaded his bedroom, Gruz directly entered battle and hacked at Clyde with his huge sword, planning to cleave this ignorant bastard into two. Clyde simply raised his hand and used a fingertip to easily block Gruz’s full-powered swing. While Gruz was stunned in shock, Clyde lightly flicked his fingers and an invisible force sent him flying several meters away, breaking the wall behind him with a cloud of smoke and dust.

“Cough... how can this be? You! I will remember this!”

Like many villains, Mercenary King Gruz left behind a few tough words before withdrawing into the midst of the smoke and dust, but Clyde didn’t pursue him. At this moment, according to the secret information he had just received, Steinbeck Fief’s army had begun its second wave of attack. Princess Natalie was commanding the troops to attack Saka Fortress, so he didn’t need to kill Gruz right now. After all, the other party had given him a lot of gifts.

“What? Do you all want to be like Gruz? If you all don’t want to be injured, obediently surrender!”

Those beautiful maids originally preparing to serve Gruz actually had a second identity as his personal female guards. After Gruz retreated, those female guards had found sabers under their pillows, planning to block Clyde. However, he was strong enough to send Gruz flying in one move, so he was not someone they could handle. When Clyde spoke, he emitted a powerful aura, making those maids’ hands tremble. They were quickly unable to endure Clyde’s domineering aura and lay down their weapons in succession. They then knelt down with their hands on the backs of their heads, surrendering to Clyde. As for their former master, Mercenary King Gruz, he had already snuck away by taking advantage of this opportune time.