Then prepare for the worst...

His own strength is not bad, Locke doesn't think that Defiya can kidnap him, at most when he is not paying attention, he will use three indiscriminate means.

"Where's Mario?" Locke asked Claire, who had just walked into the house after explaining what was going on outside, and the latter said casually, "Go outside to the dock to load supplies." ”

"Is it safe?" Locke felt that he had to pay attention to it, and from now on, enemies from the shadows could be used against him.

Clairemore rubbed the beard on her chin and pondered how to answer Locke's words, "Your Majesty, I'm not sure about this, because the security coverage is too wide, and this is not our Eva." Although I have borrowed all the dark lines of MI7 in the dock area to monitor our ships and supplies at the docks, and even with Mario in front of me to oversee the transport of supplies, I advise Your Majesty that we had better eat less of what is on board. ”

"Witchcraft and magic can do many things that we can't see with our naked eyes," Claire was quite helpless, "It would be nice if you brought more wizards with you, Your Majesty." Originally, Minister Olivia, the Grand Wizard, should have accompanied you, so it would be right to visit the local Wizard Tower. ”

"Aurelia has her business, and it's up to the Ministry of Magic to deal with it with all its might." Locke won't give up his surveillance of New Avalon, and the ghost knows if his changed history will affect it and make Stronghold Blackebon appear early?

That's all I have to do, I've done what I have to do.

Locke muttered in his mind, and now he regretted why he didn't take Skamdor and the Silver Hand with him. And he wondered, what made him feel that this trip did not pose any threat to him in Eva? On what basis is this inference based?!

Oh!!

Locke remembered instantly... This comes from a change in mindset... In the past, it was planned to use Varian as a shield. If there is a risk that things will turn against him, he even plans to find an excuse to go a few days later and not go with Varian!

Now standing on the same line as Varian, you immediately see a huge threat in it...

Hehe, Locke is also helpless, is this a good thing, or a bad thing? Or is it dark under the lights? Or is it that people who are constantly playing with intrigue are also being calculated by others?

Shake your head, throw this unhappiness out of your heart, the matter has been remedied and done, just adapt.

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Seagulls chirped, the aftermath of the waves crashed against the docks, and wooden crates full of cargo were stacked in the cargo area of the docks, and soldiers from Lordaeron were moving the wooden crates placed on the docks to the ships. Since the ships were moored and occupied two docks, she could only keep an eye on two of them. As for the remaining two, she is not worried, since she is working for the Alliance for MI7, it means that she is definitely not the only one who is staring at these ships.

Coalition... MI7... Melly's heart is on fire...

Although she is a Bichi, yes, in fact, she sees herself that way. But at this moment, there is no longer hatred for her identity in her heart.

Because she is in the service of this kingdom!! Her heart was filled with complex feelings that were difficult to put into words... The feeling of betraying his deceased husband is much smaller. And who would have thought that a Bichi could also work for the kingdom?

The feeling of being watched by the king and the kingdom made Melly hot all over!

I'm still a useful person!

Buried in the wooden barrels that had been erected, Melly watched the soldiers getting on and off the boat through the small hole that had been used to put the wine out.

Obviously, that wasn't her goal.

As an ordinary person, Melly has little power, but she has an ability to get the door of MI7.

Her memory and observation skills are outstanding, and as long as she is attentive to observation, then she can recount that person's face in detail in a few days. Melly felt that this could have been the reason why MI7 had found herself and taught her to write simple words and draw.

She had already helped MI7 with some similar tasks, only at that time those people did not tell her who she was working for.

But now it's no problem, working for MI7 and the Alliance, allowing her to regain her confidence and dignity. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made them agree to send her to Iva in Lordaeron after completing certain tasks.

There wasn't much space inside the wooden barrel, so she could only squat underneath. And it used to be full of wine, and the sour smell of fermented alcoholic beverages inside the barrel kept filling her nasal passages, making her a little uncomfortable. The slippery walls of the barrel behind her made her want to dig into her back from time to time.

But what reassures her is that she went to the toilet today and didn't eat anything. If it weren't for the fact that the large casks were too big and eye-catching, and the medium casks were not the right price, she wouldn't have just rented a small cask. Moreover, it cost her fifty copper coins. But thinking of Moore's smiling face, Melly was a little worried. She doesn't rent kegs like everyone else, trying to steal in the cargo section of the docks...

As is customary, when the barrel is returned, some benefits will be handed over...

Melly leaned her body against the wall of the barrel and sighed after thinking for a long time... I can only give more copper coins...

But when she thought that she would be able to get her own villa in Iva after this mission was completed, she felt that it was all worth it!

At this time, the sound of argument suddenly sounded outside, and Melly hurriedly pointed her eyes to the small hole and looked out.

A group of heavily armed Stormwind guards, led by a commander, attempted to board the ships, but were stopped by the Lordaeron soldiers!

"This is an order from my King Varian, and as His Majesty's Guard, we will participate in the defense of these ships." As he spoke, the leading commander handed the Imperial Iron Guard guarding the docks. But what made him angry was that the four guards guarding the dock had no intention of taking over the order.

"My lord, my king Harvey did not order us to let you on board," said the leading master sergeant, neither humbly nor arrogantly, regardless of whether the fellow's salary was a lieutenant, "forgive us for not letting you board the ship." ”

The lieutenant just stood there waiting, not explaining or speaking.

The two sides were at a stalemate, but in less than a minute, Mario strode from outside the dock, "Your Majesty has an order, let them go up!" ”

After receiving Mario's order, the Master Chief dodged to the side, watching as these people went anywhere from ten to twenty on each ship.

In the barrel, Melly carefully observed the faces of the Storm Guards who followed. Mr. Green told her that the ship had been hired by the king of Lordaeron, and that it was logical that no one he would allow would be on board, and that if anyone did, they would be remembered.

On the dockside, Mario looked indifferently at the royal guards of Stormwind who were on the ship, and asked the master chief next to him with a slight tilt, "Is the supply delivered?" ”

"There's still a little bit left," Master Chief shook his head, "there's still some rum left to go." ”

Following the guidance of the Master Chief, Mario saw dozens of wine barrels of all sizes around the dock, nodded Mario didn't say anything, and casually found a boat and walked up.

The guard position of this merchant ship has been taken by the royal guards who have gone up to the main position, although they have an iron guard next to them, but the people on both sides are stiff-faced, and no one speaks to anyone.

Hired boatmen and sailors are scrutinizing the sails for what might appear and what shouldn't be there. Mario avoided them all the way and found the commander of the royal guard at the bow of the ship.

"In order not to create a gap between us and to cooperate, but also so that we can better complete the tasks entrusted to each other's kings. I think we'd better get acquainted. ”

As soon as Mario's words ended, the commander nodded and took his words, "Yes, I think so too. ”

As he spoke, he saluted and introduced himself, "Harris, Kra Harris." Stormwind Kingdom Royal Guard Legion, Major, Sir. ”

"Anderson Mario. Captain of the Iron Guard at Lordaeron, Lieutenant Colonel, Sir. Mario returned the salute and continued, "Major Harris, we have two hundred guards scattered across these four ships to protect the provisions and His Majesty the King. ”

"This time, a total of 300 people traveled with the king, and the heart of the lion king was the main object of defense." Harris looked at Mario and shrugged, "So, I can only have twenty more people on each of these ships." ”

"No problem," Mario nodded, "but the sea message is miserable, and I suggest we unify our flag language." ”

"That's as it should be." Harris nodded, and the two stepped off the boat together, looking for the relevant personnel to discuss how to make the flag consistent....

On the docks, Melly lowered her breath to the lowest. Less than ten meters away from her, the soldiers from Lordaeron were carrying the barrels onto the ship. She didn't want to be carried on those ships like a barrel of wine! She just waited for this mission to be over, and she could leave Stormwind with dignity and go to Lordaeron to live the life of a rich man...

Barrels of rum were pushed up by the strong soldiers and loaded into each ship, and Melly watched as there were fewer and fewer barrels in front of her, and finally there was none.

She breathed a sigh of relief and continued her mission... But what she didn't know was that the goods behind her that were used as a cover for her had been moved by the people who belonged to the owner.

She was the only one left...

"Wait a minute!" The master chief guarding the bridgehead stopped the guards who passed by him, and he pointed out to the men, "Well, there's still a bucket, you forgot to move!" ”

The guards who were carrying things looked back, and sure enough, there was indeed a wine barrel alone on the slightly empty dock.

"Okay," muttered one of the guards, turning over to the barrel and slung it on his shoulder...

"Am I moving too much? Why does it feel lighter than other barrels? ”