Chapter 661: Section 462: Rongma Holiday (Part 1)_2
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"Great, Wargen, I knew I could trust you. So, Casaman, what intelligence do you have?"
"This past week, aside from gathering information on the new tenants in the old city district just like Wargen, I’ve also confirmed the midway transfer and route of the gold transport. If our timing is just right when we complete the mission, I suggest we hit the transfer center. There should be plenty of gold bars there. I’ve even had my subordinates confirm the guard rotation times. As long as we can ambush the rotating guards and don their uniforms, we could very well complete our operation without spilling a drop of blood."
"So the guards don’t know each other well?" The Sect Hierarch, now interested, asked.
"They’re not familiar with each other. They use objects to confirm each other’s identities. I’ve seen them comparing objects through a telescope. As long as we find the objects, we can do all this." Casaman had clearly put a lot of effort into this operation.
Even Malin had specifically conveyed this intelligence to him, with the intention of having this cult’s main members enter the transfer center and then be completely wiped out in one fell swoop.
Of course, Malin had even decided who would be the sacrificial pawn—Casaman left the name of an officer he did not get along with to Malin, and during the operation, the action team would deliberately target and kill that officer first, then feign a commotion as if they had killed the wrong person, shifting the blame for being tricked from Casaman to the sacrificial pawn.
Then, as usual, Casaman would lead his men to escape the scene through the underground sewers.
Because both Malin and Casaman felt that an old and frail troublemaker was far easier to deal with than a strong young one.
Moreover, by saving this individual twice, Casaman also got closer to the core of the cult, to verify whether they were indeed colluding in secret with some nobles in the Farole region. If so, Malin would personally ensure they met their end—these traitors would not meet a pleasant fate.
Casaman thought this was a good plan, so the two parties hit it off immediately.