Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In the days that followed, Soron remained in the city of Feargal. Every day, he busied himself with various affairs. He would begin his mornings by discussing the city's development plans with officials, and in the afternoons, he would inspect the construction projects underway, ensuring that everything was proceeding in an orderly manner according to plan.

As evening approached, when the afterglow of the setting sun cast its rays upon the city streets, Soron would pore over stacks of documents in his study, contemplating how to further optimize the city's management and resource allocation.

Now that he had another Saint-level powerhouse stationed here, it was time to cleanse the Bloodtear Organization within the Northwest Territory.

Soron knew that combining these two forces would create a tight intelligence network, making the Bloodtear Organization nowhere to hide in the Northwest.

Because of her mistake, which caused so much trouble for His Highness the Crown Prince, Countess Fiana felt deeply ashamed.

She decisively handed over the responsibility of Stamm City to her adjutant and then devoted herself to the construction of Stamm Harbor, while actively establishing the salt fields taught by Soron.

Soron himself could not guarantee whether the solar salt production method could be successfully implemented in this world, after all, the oceans of this world were full of unknown dangers, and various strange creatures and mysterious forces could affect the quality of sea salt. Moreover, he could not be sure whether the sea salt produced was safe and non-toxic.

Therefore, Countess Fiana's salt field was only built on a small, experimental scale.

During the construction process, she was cautious and strictly controlled every step, hoping for an ideal result.

Inside the slum district of Feargal City.

Two low-level adventurers walked side by side, chatting as they headed towards the Adventurers' Guild. Their faces were beaming with relaxed smiles, as if sharing some interesting stories from their recent adventures.

However, as soon as they entered the reception room of the Adventurers' Guild, those relaxed smiles instantly vanished, replaced by serious and solemn expressions.

"Executor Morton, we suspect that there is a spy living in our street," the adventurer Jesse said first, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"Oh! Is the information confirmed?" Morton's expression immediately turned serious, and he leaned forward slightly, showing his high regard for this news.

"Not quite sure," the other adventurer, Cassia, shook his head, his brow furrowed: "It's just that his behavior is suspicious. He only goes out once a week, but he never buys food. It's very strange."

After listening to Cassia's words, Morton pondered for a moment and said: "Don't startle the snake for now. Continue to observe him secretly, and record his every move in detail."

Jesse and Cassia nodded and obeyed, then quietly returned to the slum to continue monitoring the suspicious person.

In the following days, they paid closer attention to the target's actions.

Every night, they would return to the Adventurers' Guild to report the situation to Morton.

After a week of close surveillance, more and more evidence was collected, and Morton felt that the time was ripe.

Morton had determined the spy's cultivation level. On the surface, he looked like an ordinary person, but in an accidental test, the other party dodged quickly. The experienced Morton quickly judged that the other party was at least a mid-level professional.

So Morton gathered several powerful adventurers from the guild, the worst of whom were fifth-level professionals.

Everyone discussed the capture plan together.

"We will act tonight. We must act quickly and decisively so that he has no chance to send a message out," Morton said with a serious expression.

As night fell, the capture team quietly surrounded the suspicious person's residence.

With Morton's order, everyone broke down the door and quickly subdued the suspect who had not yet reacted.

The other party's magic had just been mobilized when it was directly sealed by Morton.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" the suspect struggled and shouted.

Morton looked at him coldly: "Confess honestly, who exactly are you?"

The suspect kept his lips tightly sealed and said nothing.

Seeing this, Morton had him taken to the interrogation room.

In the interrogation room, no matter how the adventurers questioned him, the suspect refused to speak.

"Since you refuse to accept a toast, you will be forced to drink a forfeit, then don't blame us for being impolite," Morton's eyes narrowed, and he decided to use some special methods.

After a fierce contest, the suspect's psychological defenses were finally broken, and he confessed that he was a spy sent by the Bloodtear Organization, whose purpose was to collect information about Feargal City.

Of course, after interrogation, it was discovered that the other party was only an intelligence agent developed from the periphery and was not a core figure of the Bloodtear Organization.

However, even so, this spy revealed an important piece of information, that most of the core members of the Bloodtear Organization were dwarves.

Morton did not dare to delay and immediately reported this important information to Soron.

"Dwarves!" Soron quickly recalled Sword Saint One's height, which should not be more than 1.6 meters, indeed a dwarf. His brow furrowed, and he quickly thought about the various possibilities brought about by this information.

"It seems that the islanders are very similar to a certain island nation in my previous life!" Soron thought to himself, becoming even more vigilant against this mysterious and evil organization.

The dwarves of that island nation were a group of animals with extremely twisted minds, hopefully not the same.

"You have done well. This is your reward. Continue to follow the clues and be sure to clean up Feargal City," Soron said, taking out six bottles of powerful magic potions radiating mysterious light from his space ring as a reward.

After all, the six adventurers in this operation could be said to be the strongest in the Feargal Adventurers' Guild, and the abilities and loyalty they showed were worth Soron's careful cultivation.

Soron looked at the six adventurers in front of him, his eyes full of expectation: "The peace of Feargal City depends on you. I believe you will not let me down."

The six adventurers excitedly took the powerful magic potions and said in unison: "Thank you, Your Highness, we will not fail in our mission!"

Soron waved his hand, letting them leave first, and Shadow slowly appeared behind Soron.

"Your Highness, we have found that more than half of the old nobles in the Northwest are connected to the Bloodtear Organization."