Chapter 1396 1368. Return to the castle
Mentioning Stuart, Lan was slightly silent, then sighed.
"You don't have to remind me overtly or covertly, Lincoln. I have already promised you."
"You always do what you say, we have no doubt." The young clerk looked solemn, "But Stuart is becoming more and more irritated by his disabled body. And we can only watch, worried but unable to do anything."
Lan En nodded, expressing understanding: "Post-traumatic stress disorder, and low self-esteem and sensitivity after disability."
"Especially since you are still making progress, but he can only watch helplessly as he is left behind."
Stewart's psychological problems are common among many disabled people.
But being in the Knights of Ember, a rapidly advancing military group, the psychological stimulation he endured was undoubtedly greater and more urgent than that of ordinary disabled people.
"So, I will fulfill my promise to you." Lan En took a deep breath, took out a wooden box from the alchemical leather bag, and handed it to Lincoln.
The young secretary was stunned for a moment, then took it in surprise and opened it.
The box is divided into ten small squares, which are filled with straw for shock absorption, and ten bottles of potions with psychedelic light are wrapped in straw.
Lincoln's hands, which were motionless even when charging with a lance, were now trembling slightly as he tried to touch the bottles.
But then there was a 'pop', and Lan En, who was standing next to him, raised his hand and closed the open box.
"Ouch!" Lincoln shouted quickly, lowering his voice, "It hurts, sir!"
"It hurts, that's right." Lan En looked at the boy expressionlessly, "Don't even think about the first batch. I still need someone to manage the affairs of the Knights."
Lincoln curled his lips and murmured in a low voice: "Look at how well you can do this, what can I say?"
He hugged the wooden box tightly in his arms, and the other Ember Knights seemed to understand what it was, and many fiery eyes suddenly extended to Lincoln.
Maria and Adeline were led to identify the arranged rooms, while Lan En and the others followed the gradually formed routine.
After being away for such a long time, the Lord of the Knights always goes to the office in the castle to learn about everything that happened during this period and make decisions on the backlog of important decisions.
"This armor of yours is awesome." Lincoln was in the office of the castle, reaching out to help Lan take off [Smaug] like a squire.
This was the first time the Ember Knights saw their commander's new armor.
"Speaking of which, where is your original set of master-level Bear School armor?"
Lincoln asked suddenly with a roll of his eyes.
"The original one?" Lan En thought for a moment, "It must have been kept by Berengar, right?"
"Master Berengar, we will go to the workshop to retrieve your last set of armor in the future."
Lincoln didn't stop holding his hands, but turned his head and said to the old demon hunter who had just entered the door.
The old demon hunter hadn't realized what was going on, so he could only say, "Huh?"
The young secretary said seriously: "A set of armor is nothing. The key is that it was replaced by an adult and has representative significance. We are currently thinking about whether to build a room like an honor exhibition room."
"..." Berengar's face turned bitter, "I've almost finished dismantling the set and recycling the materials."
As the main fund of the gang, it is the finance transferred directly from his hands.
Only by strangulating the neck of finance and personnel appointments can one be considered to have absolute control over an organization.
Lan En is not worried about the other assets he has on hand, because those who manage the assets are friends that Lan En has contacted and recognized.
The Dark Alley Gang was different. He admired Francis Beland, but he lacked trust in the organizational form of the 'gang' and the vast majority of its personnel.
"We used the courier from Giancardi Bank," Lincoln responded to Lan En's question with ease.
He opened the large notepad hanging on his body like a crossbody bag, flipped through a few pages and spoke with reason.
"Not only a messenger, Mr. Dudu Bibwit has also reached a cooperative relationship with some idle mages in Novigrad, using magic means to deliver the information to Thanede Island, and then we can get it back."
"The communication content is mixed with code words and passwords to prevent leaks."
"Sounds good." Lan En commented, nodding.
"But it's still not good enough." Lincoln was neither sad nor happy. "Theft of magical information during the transmission process is becoming more and more intense. No one can find out clearly where so many thieves are and what their identities are."
The young demon hunter nodded: "Normally, when the situation becomes tense, it is when all kinds of news and methods are flying all over the sky."
"So now we have to rely more on traditional methods than magic information that is convenient and fast, but may miss information."
Lincoln closed the tome with a snap and hung it again by his side.
"Mr. Bibwit is now looking to acquire a carrier pigeon company, but I'm worried that this is a bit too obvious? So I haven't given an answer yet."
"It's really obvious that he started to acquire the company." Lan En had already flipped through several account books at this time, and in his dull eyes, data was flashing on his retinas like a waterfall. "After all, many people know that he is taking care of my property."
That was Mentos's attempt to deeply analyze financial data and dig out the underlying information from the surface of the data.
"Let the Dark Alley Gang do it. There's no need to acquire a company. It's enough to find a few craftsmen who train homing pigeons."
When the Dark Alley Gang was mentioned again, Lincoln's expression hesitated.
This was an extremely subtle change in expression, but as Lan En, who had already entered the state and began to analyze things with a manager's thinking, the slight hesitation that his secretary showed just now was simply eye-catching.
"." In just a moment, Lan En's mind immediately turned over many possibilities, and with Mentos' timely computing power support, only one remained. "Something went wrong with them?"
Interrogative, but expressed in a declarative tone.
Lincoln immediately relived the feeling of seeing the commander in front of him as if he was seeing everything on the battlefield.
"As you requested, Mr. Dudu Bibwit sent a treasurer to the Dark Alley Gang to manage and supervise the flow of funds."
Then the young clerk's last hesitation disappeared.
"But three months ago, when the financial accounts were due to be handed over as usual, a gang fire broke out in the office. The employee was beaten to the point of being bedridden. It is said that he suffered a fracture. Things in the office were also damaged."
"Are you sure it was an accident?"
"I don't know, sir. It's far away after all."
Lincoln answered simply.
Lan En raised his eyebrows when he heard this and raised his face.