Chapter 329: The Special Caravan of Lyra City

Although all three father and sons wanted to immediately level that human blood trafficking den in Silverport, before departing, Kaelen still maintained the necessary clear-headedness to discuss a specific plan with Sane, Finnick, and the Director of the Department of Military Affairs Godfrey.

In the meeting room, Godfrey spread the map of the Eastern sea region personally drawn by his own hand onto the tabletop, pointing at a crescent-shaped bay surrounded by treacherous reef ranges:

"Three Sirs, Silverport is located at the central position of the Seven Autonomous Cities alliance. Unlike the Cathalan Kingdom ruled by kings and aristocrats, the Seven Autonomous Cities are completely in the hands of the Council of Twelve Merchants. In that place, there is no morality or religion at all, only a single rule of money and blood contracts."

Godfrey pointed his finger at a small island located right next to the main docks of Silverport:

"The underground basement area imprisoning the Elf clan people and rare slaves is located right beneath this Auction Island. Around the island are arranged dozens of high-level defensive magical arrays. Most importantly, the merchants there are extremely cruel and ruthless, inside the prison basements are all pre-installed self-destruct arrays. If they detect powerful figures attacking directly from the outside in to snatch people, they will immediately activate the array burying alive all two thousand hostages at the bottom of the sea right away!"

The leopard cub Finnick sitting on the tabletop hearing that knitted his tiny eyebrows tightly:

"So meaning we must sneak inside Auction Island taking control of the arrays first before we can make a move?"

"Exactly so." Godfrey nodded saying, although still a bit unaccustomed to the scene of a leopard cub discussing military matters, his attitude was still extremely respectful: "And coincidentally exactly every three months, Silverport organizes a Blood Moon Auction session lasting three days on Auction Island to sell Immortality Potions and slaves of all races to the rich across the continent. Calculating by the date, there are only exactly seven days left until this season’s auction session opens. As long as having a first-class invitation card in hand or proving the massive financial power of a grand caravan, we can completely officially and openly step onto Auction Island without making them suspicious!"

Kaelen hearing finishing his green eyes flashed slightly:

"Auction huh? That merchant bunch likes to use money to talk, then we go there smashing money into their faces first, then smashing their skulls later!"

Sane sat beside crossing his legs, lazily tapping his fingers on the tabletop:

"Wanting to disguise as a grand caravan arriving to participate in the auction is easy. Inside our space inventory isn’t there still piled a whole mountain of gold, silver, jewels, and high-level magic cores from ancient times? Bringing a few chests out shaking before the faces of that money-eyed merchant bunch is enough to make them automatically open wide the island gates rolling out the red carpet inviting us in."

The plan was immediately finalized quickly.

That afternoon, Lyra city’s rear was handed over to Mayor Elric, Mr. Hollis, and the accountant kid Brian to manage. On the Cathalan Royal Capital side, the first batch of Lyra city’s staff delegation along with Second Prince Lucien had hit the road going taking over the reform work, while the criminal crowd like Baron Voss, Duke Alban, and the fourteen Cardinals had also been put in cangues and escorted down to the Southern construction sites to begin a chain of days digging dirt to atone for their crimes.

While at the military port located at the Eastern estuary of Lyra city, a large dark black sailing ship was moored ready.

This ship externally looked like a three-masted merchant ship of the grand aristocrats, but actually, the inner hull part had been coated with an extra ultra-durable Star Iron alloy layer by Bertram and the technical worker group of the Crimson tribe. Under the ship’s bottom were installed two motive force engine clusters powered by energy stones, helping the ship glide on the sea surface three times faster than the fastest warships of the Great World without emitting a single bit of noise.

Going along with Kaelen, Sane, and Finnick on this trip were Sword Saint Godfrey acting as the guiding navigator, the secretary girl Ivy tagging along to assist in communicating with the Elf clan members after the rescue, along with fifty most elite warriors belonging to the White Elephant clan and Black Panther clan from the Crimson tribe disguised as the caravan’s escort guards.

When preparing to step onto the gangplank, Kaelen very naturally reached out his hand intending to pick the leopard cub Finnick up.

Finnick immediately stepped back two steps, resolutely shaking his small head:

"Papa, I can walk on four legs by myself. I am not a pet."

"Under the gangplank is full of seawater splashing up, with your short legs walking your belly fur will get completely wet." Kaelen didn’t even bother listening to the little old man’s protest, directly bent down scooping the leopard cub up placing it sitting straddled on his shoulder, while conveniently shoving a piece of beef jerky into his mouth: "Be good, sitting on Papa’s shoulder disguised as a high-level escort magic beast isn’t it even more reasonable?"

Finnick held the beef jerky piece in his mouth, his four stubby legs clinging tightly to his Papa’s collar to avoid falling, in his heart feeling the majestic image of the God of Life that he had preserved throughout ten thousand years today was considered completely ruined entirely.

Sane walking beside watched the scene of one large one small having exactly identical patterns on their ears leaning close to each other, feeling both amused and slightly annoyed, so reached out poking once into the round buttocks of the leopard cub:

"Sit properly, shedding fur onto my wife’s shirt then I throw you down into the sea letting you swim to Silverport yourself."

Finnick silently turned his small head back, used ice-cold eyes looking at his biological father, then decisively turned his buttocks toward Sane, resting his chin on Kaelen’s warm shoulder closing his eyes to rest.