"What's wrong with the overseers below? They can't even handle such a small matter!" Agamemnus cursed at Budelin, who had deftly dodged the inkstone.
"Sir, the other camps didn't dare to resist the overseers' suppression, but these slaves simply wouldn't cooperate. In some places, bloody conflicts even broke out, and many slaves and overseers died in the process. The largest camp in the East District even directly killed all the overseers who went to support them and are now in a standoff. The people below now no longer dare to give orders to shoot," Budelin briefly explained the current situation.
Many things didn't need to be stated explicitly. Agamemnus naturally knew why the people below no longer dared to shoot: it was simply because too many miners had died, and the High Tower would make them replace the lost laborers. Kiavahr didn't send people up every day, and those slave lackeys weren't foolish. While they usually bullied the miners wantonly, in this situation, they naturally knew when to show mercy. Those like Lycaeus, who didn't use their brains, had already been thrown down and torn to shreds by the slaves.
"Agree to their terms, withdraw all overseers, but demand that they start working immediately. When are the detective groups you contacted arriving? Have them also investigate which family is supporting this troublesome camp!" Agamemnus issued the order with a dark, clouded face. He didn't dare to gamble whether the other party would directly report the news to the Tower Lord. If the Tower Lord found out about this, given his understanding of Akarin, it would be best for him to suffer a bit himself.
How excited would those miners be if they knew that their once high and mighty managers had fallen into the dust, like a pack of hounds starved for five days and nights suddenly seeing a huge piece of fat meat.
Agamemnus trembled all over just thinking about it.
"Sir, if we let them be so presumptuous, will it embolden this group of slaves in the future?" Budelin asked.
"It doesn't matter. Once this is over, I'll have plenty of time to deal with these slaves slowly. The immediate priority is to find out which family is causing trouble." Agamemnus waved his hand, signaling the other party to get the matter done. As a powerful figure in the High Tower, dealing with a group of miners was simply too easy. But when political factors were involved, there were many more things to consider. He wouldn't act rashly before clarifying the variables involved.
With the last resisting armed overseer slain, this long-planned ambush finally concluded.
"The quality of these overseers was truly beyond my expectation." Swain said to the captured train conductor, looking at the slaughtered overseers.
"Esteemed Sir, the overseers are just a group of untrained street thugs. Furthermore, Lycaeus has been peaceful for many years. The High Tower and Kiavahr's armies won't be so easily dismissed by you, or rather, what brings you to this barren land? Perhaps the High Tower can assist you if you state your purpose," The train conductor inquired.
"I know the High Tower's army better than you. What we want is very simple, but the High Tower won't be generous enough to hand Lycaeus over to me, so we'll just have to take it ourselves," Swain said nonchalantly. Since the other party liked to overthink, it saved him the trouble of trying all sorts of ways to disguise his identity.
"So that's it," the conductor realized. "A young heir from an influential family, out gaining experience—taking an interest in Lycaeus' metal supply lines, hoping to win the backing of the more traditional elders." With that, the conductor's speculation came full circle.
"In that case, I will patiently await the High Tower's orders. I just hope you two will be merciful and not harm my subordinates. After all, they are only responsible for transporting the mined ore and do not usually oppress these miners." The train conductor pleaded, looking at the group of trembling overseers who were squatting to the side with their hands on their heads, disarmed. Upon hearing the train conductor's voice, the trembling overseers immediately showed grateful expressions. At this moment, someone willing to help them was truly a rare good person.
"If it weren't for that reason, our leader would have used you as a sacrifice from the start," Corax reassured the other party.
Time passed bit by bit, and the atmosphere of the entire camp grew increasingly heavy. Although the situation at The Saviour Camp had been resolved, the other camps on Lycaeus did not have this strength, especially the smaller and more distant ones. No one knew what was happening there now. Both Swain and Corax, beneath their calm exteriors, felt a degree of anxiety, though it was well-hidden.
Shashasha... A burst of static from the communicator in Swain's hand.
"The High Tower has agreed to your request, provided that you immediately organize people to start mining. All overseers have begun to withdraw to the High Tower, and the transport train will return to its starting point and depart again." The reply from the communicator, which made Swain and Corax breathe a sigh of relief, came through.
"Then, please tell Agamemnus, it's been a pleasure working with him." Swain casually hung up the communicator and tossed it back to its original owner.
"Congratulations,train conductor, your wait was worth it. At least what arrived wasn't the High Tower Infantry's howitzers, but before that, you might have to endure a little more hardship." Swain smiled and untied the ropes on the train conductor. Subsequently, Corax's psionic energy, which had already been prepared, began to invade the brains of these overseers. The existence of Shadow Assassin was not yet time to be exposed.
After half an hour of waiting...
"Then, our camp's companions will trouble sir train conductor to send them later. We hope for pleasant cooperation in the future." Swain signaled Shadow Assassin to release the people, while also throwing their equipment back to them.
"Rest assured, esteemed Sir, then we shall depart." The train conductor, whose mind had already filled in the entire sequence of events, said with a fawning smile, then led his subordinates onto an intact troop carrier. He didn't notice anything amiss with the memories in his mind.
As the troop carrier started, the overseer driving it floored the accelerator, rapidly increasing speed and fleeing this bloody place as if on wings. As for the bodies of the overseers on the ground, pardon me, they weren't familiar with them. People from the High Tower would naturally come to collect them later. Their most urgent task now was to return to the High Tower and set off again to transport the miners for mining.
They would return to their unchanging daily lives, but at least they wouldn't have to live in constant fear anymore.
"We won! We finally won!!!" On the city wall behind Swain, the miners let out excited cheers as they watched the overseers flee in disarray. This was the first time in their lives they had achieved such a resounding victory.
"We will keep winning from now on." Swain turned and said to the cheering crowd on the city wall.
"Leader, so are we going to organize people to mine?" Nekser also smiled, a rare sight, as he looked at the cheering crowd and asked.
"Mine? What mining? Such a great victory naturally means everyone should properly savor the fruits of victory. Everyone gets a day off, and we'll have extra food tonight. I doubt they'd dare to try anything sneaky." Swain's voice carried over the cheering crowd.
"Long live the leader!" Hearing this good news, the people immediately erupted in cheers that sounded like a mountain roaring and a sea raging.