Chapter 50: Exposing the Conspiracy, Lynn’s Analysis

Night had completely fallen over Oak Town.

The city gates were closed, and the guards changed shifts.

The young guard silently took off his leather armor and changed into a coarse, plain jacket.

Alone, he melted into the dim alleys of the town.

Lynn followed from a distance.

With his actual Fourth-tier strength hidden beneath the façade of a Second-tier, and aided by divine sense, he remained perfectly undetected by the guard who was only First-tier.

The young guard did not return to the bustling market or the guard barracks.

Instead, he wound his way through several twists and turns, heading toward a relatively secluded residential area in the southwest corner of the town.

The houses there were low and old.

The air was filled with the stench of mold and sewage.

At the entrance of a dead-end alley piled high with debris, the guard stopped.

He began to look around warily.

Seeing this, Lynn also halted and suppressed his own aura to the extreme.

A moment later—another figure silently emerged from the shadows.

The newcomer wore a dark hooded cloak, the hood pulled low enough to hide his face.

Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly.

He could sense that this man was no weakling!

Although the other tried to suppress his aura, the faint pressure leaking through was far beyond that of an ordinary guard—and even stronger than Liz by a small margin!

Third-tier!

This was definitely a Third-tier powerhouse!

In a baronial territory like Oak Town, what did a Third-tier represent?

That was top-tier combat power under the lord’s command—

the chief magician, the captain of the guard, or the lord’s personal bodyguard…

Each was a person of high status and heavy authority.

When such people stamped their feet, the entire territory would tremble three times over.

And yet, such a person—was now meeting secretly, like a member of an underground resistance, beside the reeking gutters of the slums, with a lowly gate guard?

Lynn’s interest spiked to its peak.

He didn’t take the risk of following the mysterious Third-tier powerhouse.

The opponent’s strength was not to be underestimated; rashly tracking him might expose Lynn.

He also had no intention to act—for now.

After all, he didn’t yet know whether the man was an enemy or an ally, or what his motives were.

So Lynn chose to continue tailing the young guard.

After a brief exchange with the Third-tier man, the guard seemed to have received something from him and quickly tucked it into his chest.

Then the two parted ways, disappearing into the darkness as if they had never met.

The guard hurried back to his shabby little house on the edge of the slums.

He carefully bolted the door and listened intently for a while.

After confirming that no one had followed him, he walked to the only broken wooden table inside and lit a stub of poor-quality candle.

Under the dim yellow light, the guard cautiously pulled from his chest a neatly folded note.

He took a deep breath, as if to calm his inner excitement or tension, and then slowly unfolded it.

At that same moment—

Lynn’s divine sense extended silently,

capturing the words on the paper illuminated by the candlelight.

The note contained only a single line of text:

【Tomorrow night during the shift change, cooperate with Fraser and Hend—assassinate at least half of the South Gate guards.】

Assassinate the guards at Oak Town’s South Gate?!

Lynn’s pupils shrank; his heart jolted.

So this wasn’t just a petty workplace grudge or personal vendetta!

This was outright rebellion!

And when it came to that, Lynn’s first thought was of Lord Williams—the very man who had traded with the undead and caused the fall of Florence Territory!

“Could these men be under Williams’ command?”

Lynn’s expression flickered with uncertainty.

He felt that he had likely found the source of his unease.

If it were merely an internal rebellion among human forces, there would be no need to assassinate gate guards or open the gates for others.

Oak Town’s entry regulations were lax.

As long as one had money, nearly any outsider could come in.

For normal human factions, infiltration was never a problem.

Only the Undead Scourge were different!

Even if they disguised themselves as humans, the town’s magic array that covered the entire city would expose them instantly.

There was no way for them to act from within.

Thus, to weaken a town from the inside, they must have human collaborators!

Therefore, the fact that these people sought to coordinate inside and out proved—without question—that this was related to the Undead!

Lynn did not linger.

Nor did he strike down the young guard, so as not to alert the enemy.

On his way back, he began to think from the enemy’s perspective.

If he were planning destruction, besides the city gates, what other targets must he attack?

“The Magic Tower!”

Lynn guessed almost instantly one of their other objectives.

To breach a human town, the Undead Scourge cared little about walls or guard numbers.

The true obstacle lay in the magic arrays!

The arrays not only defended against various assaults—like toxic mists, necrotic beams, or flesh bombs— but could also launch large-scale counterattacks.

Take Oak Town’s array, for instance—it was renowned for a particular feature:

each Magic Tower could control an Oak Golem Giant.

Though only Third-tier in strength, the giant stood over ten meters tall and weighed tens of tons!

With a single step—ordinary ghouls would be crushed, and even Lickers, if caught off guard, would die en masse!

Moreover, the giant was made from the hardest high-grade oak.

It was impervious to ordinary claws and bites—a true weapon of war, invincible against lesser undead!

“To utterly shatter Oak Town, the eight Magic Towers must be their main targets.”

“Tomorrow, there will surely be assassins sent to kill the magicians stationed inside the towers!”

“Furthermore, the commander of the guard corps is likely another target—perhaps even Old John, the lord himself!”

Lynn analyzed, believing that the enemy’s plan was likely arranged this way.

But their actual success rate would be low!

After all, nobles were all greedy for life and fearful of death.

They surrounded themselves with their most powerful and trustworthy protectors.

To corrupt or assassinate them would be exceedingly difficult.

And the guard commander’s strength was directly linked to his position—every high-ranking officer in Oak Town possessed at least the strength of a Third-tier Earth Knight.

Unless several of equal or higher tier surrounded and attacked,a swift kill would be nearly impossible!

And attempting such a siege in enemy territory? That was suicide!

Once discovered, the hunters would become the hunted!

“So if I were them, I’d poison the targets first—to weaken their strength as much as possible!”

Lynn felt he had gradually grasped the enemy’s entire scheme.

And next—he knew what he had to do: disrupt their plan!

“The residents of Oak Town,” he murmured coldly, “are all my potential believers.”

“How could I let you slaughter them so easily?!”

With a cold sneer, Lynn transmitted the intelligence to Colin, who was currently visiting the castle.

Meanwhile— he was already thinking of how to use this sudden crisis to completely establish the fame of Holy Light Town!

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