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Chapter 67 Trap

Michael handed Leonardo a detailed list of specifications. Upon reading it, Leonardo's face lit up with enthusiasm.

"Of course, my lord! To be of service to you is the highest honor," he declared, his voice brimming with passion and resolve. Tears of joy glistened in his eyes as he immediately set to work.

From his enchanted bag—a spatial artifact—Leonardo began pulling out an endless stream of tools and materials. Soon, the room Lancaster had provided for Michael was filled to the brim, leaving little space to maneuver.

Leonardo commandeered the desk, sketching blueprints for the requested artifacts with a singular focus. His eyes, gleaming with a manic intensity, remained fixed on the intricate designs, while his hands moved swiftly and with precision.

Michael, unable to tell him to work elsewhere, found himself observing the process. As he watched, he gained a renewed appreciation for Leonardo's extraordinary skill as both an artifact craftsman and a mage.

"He might be insane, but he's serious when he works. Reviving him was worth it. Even if I'd absorbed his abilities, I doubt I'd achieve this level of efficiency."

Unaware of Michael's thoughts, Leonardo continued his frenetic pace. His unparalleled talent, combined with the stamina of his fiendish body, allowed him to work without rest. He became so absorbed in the task that he wouldn't have noticed if Michael moved to another room.

For two days straight, Leonardo meticulously assembled every piece, imbuing them with magical energy. By the time the final, most intricate artifact was completed, he jumped to his feet, shouting triumphantly.

The results were stunning. Each artifact was crafted with precision and beauty, exceeding Michael's expectations. While functionality was paramount, Leonardo took great pride in aesthetics, ensuring his creations were not only effective but also works of art.

Carefully packing the artifacts into his spatial bag, Leonardo made his way to Michael's room to deliver them.

While Leonardo worked tirelessly, the others ventured into the surrounding mountains.

Among those gathered in the hall the previous evening, only Carl, Hope, and Dominic stayed behind. Dominic feigned injury from the earlier assassin attack as an excuse to remain at the manor, hoping to leverage his supposed condition for compensation later in the capital. Hope, as the group's healer, stayed by his side, while Carl guarded the estate against potential threats.

The rest of the group explored the Drago Mountains, relying on Marcus's exceptional sense of smell to track their target. Mounted on a griffon, they scouted the rugged terrain with the help of their beasts.

[Humans, I think it's this way,] Marcus announced, sniffing the air.

[You idiot chick! "I think" doesn't cut it! What kind of answer is that? And how long are you going to keep calling Michael "human"?] Miaomiao snapped, batting Marcus with her paw.

[Don't hit me, Miaomiao! I'm sure it's here. I'll try to fix my wording… eventually.]

As Miaomiao and Marcus bickered, the group dismounted and advanced on foot into a damp and shadowy area. The ground beneath them was covered with old graves, likely left by comrades who had buried their fallen in the treacherous mountains. Decaying tombstones and toppled trees added to the eerie atmosphere.

The sodden earth clung to their boots, making every step a chore. The place was unsettling in every sense.

Baron Kensington, who had led them in the wrong direction earlier, scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. The others shot him annoyed glances but pressed on.

"Haha, I was sure it was over there... I must have remembered wrong. Well, no matter, we've found it now," Baron Kensington said with a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

The group collectively shook their heads but continued deeper into the forest. The towering trees above blotted out the sunlight, leaving the ground covered in moss and layers of fallen leaves.

In the shadow of an ancient graveyard, beneath the twisted roots of a massive tree, they finally located their target.

Baron Kensington and Sir Lancaster, upon seeing the sheer number of specimens, couldn't hide their delight.

"This is fantastic," Lancaster exclaimed. "Let's head back now. With this haul, not only can we proceed with the plan, but we can all share a tidy profit."

Relief washed over Michael's face. The essential condition for his plan's success had been met.

Having secured the location, Michael took careful notes of the surrounding terrain, sketching a rough map. Thanks to the aerial perspective provided by their beasts, he was able to create a detailed map of the Drago Mountains—a treasure that would make other nobles and knights green with envy.

Though the great houses might have some historical records, even they wouldn't possess an aerial map of such accuracy. Without the aid of Miaomiao and Marcus, navigating the beast-filled mountains and creating even a rough draft would have been impossible.

With their work done, the group promptly left the site. Now that they had completed their reconnaissance, it was time to return to the estate and proceed with the next phase of their plan, utilizing the artifacts Leonardo had prepared.

The next day, Michael, Dominic, Leonardo, and Hope returned to the location.

The operation proceeded more smoothly than expected, thanks to their team of five knights, an adept support beast, and a skilled healer. Leonardo's artifacts proved invaluable.

Baron Kensington was particularly enamored with his artifact, his hands trembling as if reluctant to return it. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

With all the preparations complete, Michael equipped himself and waited for the Moon Shadow's top assassin to arrive. His heart was a mixture of anticipation and tension.

According to Carl, those who could use Shadow Concealment would immediately sense if another user occupied the same shadows. However, the incoming assassin wouldn't know that Michael had mastered this ability, giving him a significant advantage.

Michael went over his plan again in his mind, finding renewed confidence in its simplicity and effectiveness. He knew that even with Carl, Miaomiao, and Marcus providing protection, there were limits to how much could be defended.