Contemplating this, Lynn inclined his head and fixed his gaze on Rabul, posing him a query.

"With whom in the port town do you most often clash?"

"It's Bob of the Black Hand..." Rabul was perplexed by Lynn's inquiry, but he still related to him the strife between the two of them as if the they were like two rams, butting heads and locked in a never-ending struggle.

"Very well, give me your garments for a moment!" Lynn didn't hesitate and advanced, forcibly removing Rabul's clothing.

The tall, muscular man instinctively believed that the demon before him intended to employ a cruel method of flaying him, he pressed his body against the ground with desperation, resembling a girl being violated.

Lynn looked at him in disdain, smashed Rabul's skull so hard in the pavement rendering him unconscious, and after donning his garments, he glared at Rabul's face and initiated the transformation spell.

This was a shaping magic he had gleaned from "Basic Magic for All," which could alter a wizard's external appearance."

Beck, who had met his demise at Anthruk's hands, had once utilized this magic to transform into a giant bear, briefly hindering the other party's actions.

However, this magic is not all-powerful. It requires not only an exhaustive understanding of the transformed creature, but also the risk of various issues.

"Basic Magic for All" records numerous examples of wizards failing to master shaping magic. Some transformed incorrectly, some couldn't revert back, and some met their demise from the backlash of magic.

It could be said that wizards who dare to learn shaping magic are daring and fearless.

Fortunately, Lynn's understanding of biology is excellent, and 071's database even possesses a complete three-dimensional model of the human body, with clear skin, muscles, blood, viscera, and even internal cells, which can greatly alleviate some unforeseen circumstances.

Of course, compared to Laut, who bears an extremely similar body shape, age, and hair color to him, his disguise as Rabul only possesses about 90% similarity.

It's sufficient to cope with some unexpected situations!"

Lynn nonchalantly smeared some dirt on his face, grabbed the unconscious Rabul and stuffed him into a bag of miscellaneous items in the basement, and then strolled out.

"BAM!"

"Bob, ye bilge rat!"

Lynn emerged from the door, cursing and seething. Seeing Lynn's irate appearance, several of his people cautiously queried him.

"Boss Rabul, didn't the deal go through?"

Lynn acted extremely irate. "A whole ship's worth o' goods, and they're only willin' to pay sixty Sika coins! That scurvy dog Bob's to blame. He's already made a deal with the Pedroral family. Just to snatch our business, he's willin' to transport the goods for 'em real cheap-like."

Hearing this, the gang members present were filled with lividness. They knew that just the cost of a round trip for a large ship was 50 Sika coins, not including the expenses of the crew at sea. With such a small sum of money, wouldn't they merely be running for nothing?

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Bob of the Black Hand and his workers have always been conflicting with the Eirhorn Ship Guild, but usually they only secretly tripped them up in the dark. This time, they went too far, willing to incur a loss just to snatch business from them.

This damned bastard is blatantly provoking them...

"Come on, gather some mates and let's go find 'im!" Lynn waved his hand, shouting loudly and gathering dozens of people, marching towards the dock with great fanfare.

After a while, Lynn arrived in the dock. The harbor was alive with activity as the salty sea air filled the nostrils. The port was bustling with the comings and goings of merchants and pirates, all jostling for space on the crowded docks. The sound of creaking wood and the cries of seagulls filled the air. Amidst the chaos stood a massive sailing ship, below the ship is Bob of the Black Hand, a towering figure with a thick beard, brandishing a long whip and berating a few indolent workers.

When he saw Lynn's face full of anger and rushing in, he scowled and said with dissatisfaction, "Rabul, why'd ya bring all these scallywags 'ere?!"

Lynn was too lazy to waste words with him and simply punched him, knocking the bewildered man straight to the ground.

The workers on the sailing ship were stunned in place, but the people brought by Lynn rushed up with a battle cry, armed with sticks and clubs. The sound of clashing wood and the impact of fists on flesh filled the air as the two sides fought tooth and nail.

The once peaceful dock was thrown into chaos by the sound of shouting, cursing and smashing. A few minutes later, a sharp shout pierced the air.

"City guards! The city guards are 'ere!"

Lynn and the workers on the ship, who had been brawling, all froze in place as a dozen armed guards, their armors glinting in the harsh sunlight, encircled the vessel. They were a formidable sight, standing in a tight circle around the vessel as they kept a watchful eye on the crew. The air was thick with tension as the guards stood at the ready, their hands hovering over their weapons as they prepared to charge at a moment's notice.

"It be just a minor scuffle, Sir Tilis. Many people here can attest that Bob started it." Lynn said with a smile, taking a few steps forward and pressing a small bag of coins into Tilis' hand, the one leading the guards, while making a hand signal behind his back.

When the people brought by Lynn saw this, they immediately started raising their voices, drowning out Bob and the other Black Hand members' cries of innocence.

"Aye, that blasted Bob started it!"

"That bilge rat is arrogant, starting up trouble for no good reason!"

"Damned intolerable cur!"

In Haygan Town, the Black Hand and the Einhorn Ship Guild wield vastly different levels of influence. If it weren't for Bob having a noble patron, Lard, the cripple, would have been kicked out of the dock long ago.

"Take them all away!" Tilis, well aware of the tensions and rivalries between the two major gangs in Harbor Town, swiftly made a judgement that this conflict was a case of mutual fighting, he tool Lynn's bag of coins and ignored him without even batting an eyelid. According to the laws of the Sika Empire, those who gather and cause trouble will be whipped ten times!

.....

"This scoundrel is really shameless and unscrupulous..."

Half an hour later, Lynn emerged from the dock with his mouth twitching, feeling quite dejected.

He had overestimated the "goodwill" between Rabul and Tilis, and the other party had shown no mercy. This ten-whipping left him completely drained.

All Lynn could do now was hope that this punishment was not in vain and that he had done everything in his power.

Given Old Lard's cautious and sly character, Lynn surmised that the other party's hiding place couldn't be too far away and kept a keen eye on the movements within the port town.

What Lard most feared was attracting the attention of the Church.

Therefore, he engineered this conflict, summoned the city guards, and manipulated Lard, keeping the cause of the conflict focused on the differences in interests between the gangs. If all goes according to plan, this matter will soon come to Lard's ears.

As the Einhorn Ship Guild's top figure on the surface, only Lard himself can control Rabul. It's easy to guess what the other party will do next.

It's possible that Lard's real confidant will step forward to convey the other party's reprimand, but the most likely outcome is...

"Rabul, Boss Lard has something to ask of you. Come with me," a mundane-looking, unremarkable sailor whispered in his ear a few minutes later.

"Alright, I'll go right now," Lynn said with a small smile.

Just as he suspected!