Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 982 - 594: Cunning Plan

Chapter 982: Chapter 594: Cunning Plan

Mickros listened intently to every word the other party said, engraving them in his heart. Dealing with the Monster Force was risky because they operated in various styles and had no moral constraints, making their unpredictability quite common.

Yet, more troublesome than dealing with the Monster Force was dealing with a Monster Force ruled by a Giant Dragon, a malevolent Colored Dragon. Most of them possessed characteristics similar to that giant dragon: greedy, perverse, yet powerful, and they also had various taboos. If one could avoid these, the success rate would naturally increase significantly.

"Thank you, General. We from Sambia remember your kindness. This is a small token from the Selcok Family. With this token, you can withdraw 100,000 in cash from any commerce chamber in Sambia." Mickros handed Goste a palm-sized metal token marked with subtle Magic Aura, evidently bearing the mage’s mark of a powerful mage to prevent forgery.

"This little thing is quite convenient; I’ll gladly accept it for emergencies." Goste did not refuse this time and directly placed the metal token in his pouch.

Metal tokens were not only available to Sambiyan Merchants but also the Santarin Commerce Chamber; they were based entirely on their vast economic foundations and commercial networks. However, these tokens were scarce, as each use was a significant burden on the chamber’s regional liquidity, reserved only for those who had made major contributions to Sambia or the Santarin Association.

Even for someone of Goste’s status, he had only seen them, never having the chance to own one.

If it were just 100,000 cash in front of him, perhaps Goste wouldn’t even blink, but such a cash exchange token he would treasure.

"Time waits for no one. If there is nothing else, I must be on my way." Mickros took his leave proactively as the Conqueror Army had already entered the Goblin Margins. According to their march speed, they would reach the vicinity of Tun Marsh within three days, and he was severely pressed for time.

"Then I wish you don’t become the Lizard Queen’s snack," said Goste, his words laced with dark humor.

"Thank you." Mickros didn’t return to Dark Castle, instead, he turned the Teleportation Ring on his hand and disappeared in a flash of Magic Aura.

He was here at Dark Castle to pave the way; if all went smoothly, the gifts and support from Sambia would be in place, and his presence here would no longer be necessary.

As Mickros’ Magic Aura of teleportation had yet to dissipate, another flash of Magic Aura appeared. A handsome middle-aged man wearing an old black Mage Robe appeared next to Goste—it was none other than the Dark Castle Chairman Mammon.

"Lord of the Fortress," Goste showed no surprise, bowed respectfully, and presented the cash exchange token that Mickros had just handed him, "This is his bribe."

"Keep it; it’s your reward for this mission," said Simmon dismissively, "Have you informed him of everything? No omissions, right?"

Just as Mickros had surmised, from beginning to end, this had been a show for him, including Simmon’s previous abrupt departure, if not for this, how would they create an opportunity for Goste to engage him in conversation?

More precisely, this scheme commenced from the moment Mickros arrived at Dark Castle and Goste secretly contacted him, aiming to lure him towards the Lizard Queen in Tun Marsh.

"Thank you, Lord of the Fortress. Please be assured everything went exactly as per your instructions," Goste’s demeanor was extremely respectful, showing none of his earlier displeasure or ambitious attitude toward Simmon, whether his earlier behavior was an act or his true character, only he knew.

"Very well," Simmon nodded satisfyingly, a fleeting smile finally appeared on his handsome face, "Immediately reorganize the troops. Our Dark Castle’s Defense Legion must not move a single soldier; gather all the Monster Tribes under our influence and form them into a Monster Army."

"This..." Goste couldn’t help but express a hint of doubt, "Lord of the Fortress, the fighting power of these Monster Armies is not weak against ordinary people, but against the Conqueror Army, it’s doubtful they can exert their intended combat power. I’ve heard that they are very skilled at using cargo carts to form defensive positions and excel in defensive counterstrikes, while breaching has always been these Monster Armies’ weak point."

As the agent of the Dark Intelligence Network in the west, the influence radiated by Dark Castle was much more extensive than commonly thought.

Their reach was not just limited to overlooking the Sunset Mountain Range and the Grey Watcher Mountains. After centuries of management, their tentacles had already stretched into major cities surrounding the Giant Dragon Coast, how many from those Dark Forces were supported by their Dark Intelligence Network, and how many had secretly joined the Dark Intelligence Network were known only to Simmon. Even Manson was unaware, as this was the personal network cultivated by Simmon—a normal product of the Santarin Association’s pyramid development model, where capable high-level executives controlled their own networks, intertwined and impacting each other closely.