Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

For these two violent institutions, the execution grounds and the nursing home, human lives are nothing more than bargaining chips.

As long as a sufficiently powerful awakener can crawl out from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, all the sacrifices will be worth it.

Blood and death have long become the price they are accustomed to.

Thanks to Reinhardt's blockade, the aftermath of the battle was locked in this room. Otherwise, half of Wishes Street would have been reduced to ash, which would have been a hassle to deal with.

On both sides of Wish Street, shop owners leaned out one after another, their eyes filled with suspicion and uneasiness.

These people are used to seeing gray transactions on a daily basis, and some of them are even part of the darkness themselves.

However, a scene like today, where the execution agency and the sanatorium joined forces to encircle and suppress the Black Crow Chamber of Commerce, was something they had never seen before.

"What's going on? What kind of trouble has the Black Crow Merchant Guild gotten into?" A shop owner muttered in a low voice with a hint of panic in his voice.

"Who knows? Judging from the situation, it's probably no small matter." Another person responded, staring at the gate of the Black Crow Chamber of Commerce, as if something terrible might rush out from there at any time.

In the crowd, a thin man narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Oh, the Black Crow Merchants Association is probably in trouble this time. Even the execution agency and the sanatorium have been dispatched. It seems that they touched something they shouldn't have touched."

At the same time, the door of the Black Crow Chamber of Commerce opened, and Lin Yi and Reinhardt walked out side by side.

In the dim light, the two figures looked like two gods of death walking out of hell. The crowds on both sides of the street fell into deathly silence in an instant, and all the whispers stopped at this moment.

Shop owners retreated to their rooms and closed their doors and windows.

Although the forces behind Wish Street are mixed, they are also clearly divided into levels.

For most shops, the backers behind them are just some powerful middle-level officials in the empire. Compared with the famous violent agencies such as execution agencies and sanatoriums in the empire, they are like ants.

No one dared to show up at this time, and no one dared to take a second look.

Soon, several awakened ones came out, escorting several members of the Black Crow Chamber of Commerce. It seemed that the people they were escorting were not living people, but a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"This...Isn't this Carl Morris, the vice president of the Black Crow Chamber of Commerce? Even he was arrested?" A sharp-eyed boss recognized the person who was caught like a chicken through the window.

In his and other people's impressions, Carl Morris was usually so arrogant and domineering that he almost walked sideways on Desire Street.

His sister became the lover of a congressman's nephew. With the help of this relationship, Carl became very successful in Wish Street and almost no one dared to mess with him.

At this moment, Carl looked like a chicken with all its feathers plucked out, looking extremely miserable.

His hands were tied behind his back, his steps were staggering, and his face was no longer full of the arrogance and pride he had in the past. Instead, there was deep fear and despair.

"You...you can't do this to me! I know Congressman Bicester! You are abusing your power!" Carl struggled, trying to use his last trump card to threaten the people escorting him.

The awakened ones turned a deaf ear to his words, as if he was just an insignificant ant.

One of them glanced at him coldly and tightened his grip slightly. Carl suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if his bones were about to be crushed.

He gasped in pain, his forehead instantly covered with cold sweat. He could no longer utter a word and could only let out a low groan.

The shop owners on both sides of the street hid in their respective rooms, secretly observing the situation outside through windows or door cracks.

"The Black Crow Merchant Guild is really finished this time..." a boss murmured in a low voice, with a hint of gloating in his tone, but more of it was worry about the future.

"Even the vice president has been arrested. It looks like the execution authorities and the sanatorium are serious about this." Another person echoed, with a slight tremor in his voice.

His eyes were fixed on the scene on the street, afraid of missing any details.

“Humph, he’s just relying on that little connection to show off on Wish Street. Does he really think he’s a big shot? Now he’s hit a wall.” A short and fat boss sneered, his tone full of disgust for Carl’s usual behavior.

He had been bullied by Karl before, and now seeing him end up like this, he felt both happy and a sense of inexplicable emptiness in his heart.

More people remained silent, their eyes revealing deep worry and anxiety.

The balance of Wish Street has been broken, and no one can predict what will happen next.

The joint action of the execution authorities and the sanatorium was undoubtedly a huge storm, and no one was sure whether small fish and shrimps like them could survive this storm.

Lin Yi ignored the commotion around him. He walked straight to a black armored vehicle, opened the door and got in.

Reinhardt followed closely behind, and after closing the car door, he whispered to the driver, "Go back to headquarters, hurry up."

Inside the car, Lin Yi had already taken out the maintenance tools and started to perform detailed maintenance on the Black and White Rose that had just finished the battle.

Ever since Reed had instructed him, Lin Yi had specially purchased a set of top-level sword maintenance items to slow down the durability loss of weapons in the world.

"The people in the Black Crow Merchant Guild should know a lot about the Eye of the Void. I'll leave the task of digging up intelligence to you. I have other things to do."

"it is good."

Reinhardt didn't ask much about what Lin Yi was going to do.

The convoy sped through the night. When passing by the sanatorium, Lin Yi took Winnie and temporarily left the convoy and returned to the sanatorium.

Walking into the office, Lin Yi took out paper and pen and copied down some of the information about Edmund in the notes.

The tip of his pen moved across the paper, making a slight rustling sound.

"Go and deliver this letter to the eldest son of the Klein family whom I met yesterday. I believe he will come to see me after reading it."

"Come on, I'm a sniper, you want me to do this?"

"I'll give you 10% after the deal is done."

"When do you want to give it to that guy?" After hearing Lin Yi's words, Winnie changed her mind instantly.

It's just a risk, nothing compared to the resources.

As long as she has money, she would not hesitate to ask Winnie to deliver the letter or even fight the Eye of the Void again.

"Take the letter and set off now." Lin Yi handed over the envelope. "Edmund returned to the tribe yesterday. You should know how to find him."

Winnie took the envelope and turned it around on her fingertips: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. But you have to keep your word. After the job is done, you can't get less than 10% of the reward."

Her figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only a faint scent of perfume.

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze, turned back to his desk, and continued to maintain the black and white rose.

Right now, he is in no rush to act.

The destruction of the Eye of the Void has caused subtle changes in the situation. Now, the ones who should be anxious are those in the Shadow Council.

He just needs to wait quietly, sit back and wait for the prey to run into his gun.

At the same time, Reinhardt had already entered the headquarters of the execution agency with members of the Black Crow Chamber of Commerce.

In the interrogation room, Carl was tied tightly to a special chair, his wrists and ankles bound with cold chains, making him unable to move.

Reinhardt sat across from him, his eyes full of oppression: "Tell me, how much do you know about the Eye of the Void and the Shadow Council?"

Carl's face turned pale, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "I... I don't know what you are talking about! I'm just a businessman. I don't know anything about the Eye of the Void or the Shadow Council!"

Reinhardt sneered, slowly stood up, walked to Carl's side, and put his hand on his shoulder.

With a few crisp bone-breaking sounds, the guy's shoulder was directly crushed by Reinhardt. A sharp pain spread from Carl's shoulder to his whole body, making him unable to help but let out a shrill scream.

"Do you think you can still be tough?" There was no mercy in Reinhardt's eyes. He would never show mercy to such a parasite who betrayed the empire. In his eyes, any means were just a necessary way to achieve his goal.

"I... I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" Carl's defense completely collapsed, and the fear in his eyes almost overflowed.

He originally thought that he could hold out during the interrogation by the execution agency, but now he realized that he was too naive.

Any resistance here seems so ridiculous.

"Wouldn't it be better if you cooperated earlier?"

"Name." "Karl Morris."

"age."

"45 is old."

The clerk's pen moved quickly across the paper, making a slight rustling sound.

"Tell me, how much do you know about the Shadow Council's plan?"

“I really don’t know what the so-called Shadow Council is! Except for those desperate guys, the rest of the forces that can come to Wish Street basically won’t reveal their origins. All I can do is follow the rules.” There was a hint of helplessness and panic in Carl’s voice.

"Follow the rules? This is an execution agency, not a place where you can be clever."

Karl swallowed, his voice trembling even more: “I…what I said is true! This is the rule of Wish Street, no one will ask about the other party’s origins. We are just doing business, and we don’t care about other things.”

"Hornby Julius. I believe you are familiar with this name. I just want to know what he did when he came to your Black Crow Chamber of Commerce. Now, explain everything clearly."

After hearing the name, Karl said quickly: "I...I really don't know his identity! He just came to discuss a few business with us, saying that he needed some special goods. We just provided the goods according to his requirements, and we really don't know anything else!"

"This border merchant is incredibly powerful. It is very likely that he is backed by other councillors, so our Black Crow Chamber of Commerce does not dare to investigate further."

"What did it buy?" Reinhardt ignored the nonsense coming out of Carl's mouth and asked the question that concerned him most.

"Fifty thousand sets of armor and weapons."

After Carl mentioned the items traded between the two parties, the interrogation room fell into a deathly silence.

"What are you talking about?" Reinhardt suddenly stood up from his chair, grabbed Carl's collar and lifted him up.

This news was so shocking that even with Reinhardt's great composure, he couldn't help but feel a palpitation in his heart.

Carl was almost unable to breathe due to Reinhardt's aura. He swallowed hard and continued with a trembling voice: "I...what I said is true! Hornby Julius did buy 50,000 sets of armor and weapons from us. We only provided the goods according to his requirements. We really don't know anything else!"

"Fifty thousand sets of armor and weapons..." Reinhardt repeated in a low voice, with a hint of disbelief in his tone, "Do you know what these things mean? Where did you get so many armor and weapons?"

Reinhardt suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. Such a large quantity of weapons was bought by the Shadow Council. He could tell with his butt that their purpose was definitely not to play house games with these weapons.

"These armors and weapons are not produced by our Black Crow Chamber of Commerce. We are just middlemen, responsible for connecting sellers and buyers. Hornby Julius provided specific requirements, and we purchased these goods from military factories and underground workshops on the border through some secret channels."

"Military factories on the border? Underground workshops? Karl, you'd better explain clearly, who is behind these channels?"

"We...we really don't know the specific background. These channels have existed for decades, and we have no access to the people behind them. Every transaction is conducted through middlemen and secret codes, and we have never even seen the true face of the other party."

"A channel that has existed for decades? It seems that your Black Crow Chamber of Commerce really has a 'long history'. However, do you think you can shirk responsibility with this excuse?"

Reinhardt's eyes grew darker and darker. He was silent for a moment, then continued to ask, "Besides 50,000 sets of armor and weapons, what other supplies did you trade?"

"There are also... a large amount of food, medicine, war horses, arrows, siege equipment... and some banned magical materials and alchemical products."

Reinhardt's brows furrowed more and more. The list of these supplies was enough to support an army in a long-term war.

"Do you know where these supplies come from?" Reinhardt asked coldly.

Carl lowered his head, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Most of the supplies are purchased from military warehouses on the border and underground black markets, and some are smuggled from other places through secret channels. This kind of channel is the most secret information for every force. Even I only know three of them. The rest of the information is controlled by various executives in the Chamber of Commerce."

Soon, an interrogation record appeared in Reinhardt's hands.

The weight of this information far exceeded his expectations.

It is not just a simple interrogation record, but a bombshell that is enough to detonate the top leaders of the empire.

Once this information is made public, the empire's top leaders will be shaken to an unprecedented degree, and the balance of power will tilt accordingly.

Reinhardt felt a dull pain in his temple. He rubbed his forehead and sent someone to copy the top-secret information.

"Someone come here." Reinhardt ordered coldly.

An awakened person from the execution agency quickly walked into the office and stood in front of him respectfully: "Captain, what do you want?"

Reinhardt handed over the interrogation record he had just copied. "Send this information to Dean Lin immediately. Remember, you must hand it to him personally and never let anyone see it."

The Awakener took the information and nodded: "Understood, I'll do it right away."

Twenty minutes later, there was a hurried knock on Lin Yi's office door.

The Awakener stood at the door panting, holding the sealed letter tightly in his hand, and said in a very respectful tone: "Dean Lin, this is the information that Commander Reinhardt asked me to give you."

Lin Yi reached out to take the envelope, his eyes lingered on the brand on the envelope for a moment, and then nodded to the awakener: "Thank you for your hard work."

After the handover was completed, the awakened person immediately left Lin Yi's office.

After the other party left, Lin Yi took out a small knife and gently scratched the mark on the letter, and the sealing wax cracked.

"Come here, prepare the vehicle immediately. I need to go to the Parliament Palace. Also, notify all members of the nursing home to enter the first level of alert. No one is allowed to act without my order."

After reading the letter, Lin Yi gave an order and the sanatorium, the most terrifying and violent agency in the empire, began to take action.

Soldiers quickly gathered in every corner of the sanatorium, forming a tight patrol team.

The areas near the walls, at the ends of the corridors, and even every hidden corner were all firmly controlled by the soldiers.

In front of the general ward, there were originally only medical staff, but now they were replaced by fully armed soldiers.

"Level 1 alert has been activated and all personnel are in place." A military member entered Lin Yi's office and reported respectfully.

Lin Yi nodded: "Notify all departments to remain highly alert. If you encounter any suspicious persons or abnormal situations, kill them without mercy."

Hearing Lin Yi's tone, the officer's body shook slightly and he instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.

At the same time, outside the sanatorium, a black armored vehicle was ready.

The vehicle quickly drove away from the sanatorium and sped towards the Parliament Palace.

Arriving at the Parliament Palace, Lin Yi went directly to the fourth floor of the Parliament Palace, Harold’s exclusive room.

"Sir, Dean Lin is here."

When Lin Yi arrived at the Parliament Palace, a servant immediately came to Harold to report.

"Huh? At this time?" Harold was stunned for a moment, the pen in his hand paused slightly, and then he understood something.

Lin Yi's sudden visit at this time must have meant that he had grasped some key information, otherwise he would not be so anxious.

He put down the documents in his hand: "Let him come over."

The attendant nodded and quickly withdrew.

A few minutes later, Lin Yi appeared in Harold's exclusive study.

"What happened?" Harold was still reviewing documents at this moment. The territory of the Zul Empire was too large. Even if he only processed some important documents, it would take him a full eight hours every day.

"The Shadow Council smuggled 50,000 sets of armor and a large amount of military supplies through the Street of Wishes."

Lin Yi didn't waste any words. After hearing Lin Yi's words, Harold's hand, which was correcting the documents, trembled.

"Fifty thousand sets of armor? And a large amount of military supplies?"

Lin Yi nodded: "Not only that, they also purchased food, medicine, war horses and other resources through the Black Crow Chamber of Commerce in Wish Street."

After listening to Lin Yi's report, Harold unconsciously exerted force with his hands, and the pen in his hand was broken into two pieces with a "click". The ink splashed on the document, staining it with a glaring black color.

"These lunatics..." Harold cursed in a low voice, with suppressed anger in his voice.

He knew that the Shadow Council's move was no longer just a provocation, but a direct threat to the foundation of the empire. (End of this chapter)