(Storm, looks like it's going to rise.) The power has gone out, and the remaining power supply of the notebook is used, so write as much as you can. It should be enough to write two more. ）――

In the twilight of dusk.

A figure stretched long along the road, and Sauron, shrouded in a wide cloak, re-entered the once thriving place.

Arendelle's prosperity was supported by trade and taxes.

With the port blockaded by the navy of the Southern Kingdom, Arendelle's trade was completely cut off, and many ordinary civilians lost their jobs in the port and had to find other ways to make a living. There is a large amount of cargo piled up near the tavern inn, and hundreds of merchant ships come and go here every day, and once they are all blocked here, many goods cannot be transported out. Many places in the city are complaining, and the profit-chasing merchants naturally don't think about it so much, they just want this war to end.

Sauron pushed open the door to the tavern.

In the evening, the weather suddenly changed, and it began to rain heavily, and the time was almost summer, and the season of heavy rain was approaching.

The snow and ice are about to melt under the rain, and soon this cold country will be full of greenery.

"Damn bastard!"

A drunken man looked up at Sauron, who was blowing in a cold wind because he pushed the door open, and cursed, "Hurry up and close the door or I'll throw you out." ”

Sauron walked up to him with a blank face, then reached out and pinched his neck like a duck, and then the man, who weighed more than two hundred pounds, was easily lifted up by him and thrown into the stinking ditch outside the tavern. The tavern was finally quiet, and the others stared at Sauron with suspicious eyes, and some people who looked like adventurers looked at him playfully, as if they were guessing his profession.

"A glass of fine rum."

Sauron shook his cloak and ordered the best rum available. But instead of drinking it himself, he put it across from his seat.

He tapped his fingers lightly and waited, and the others quickly turned their attention and talked about something else.

It's just throwing out a drunkard with an unclean mouth, and no one cares too much about this kind of thing, which is why the adventurers on the side are quite interested in Sauron.

It was about thirty minutes later.

The door to the tavern was opened again, and in the way came a grim man in his mid-thirties with a scar on the corner of his eye, his sharp gaze scanning the tavern and sitting directly across from Sauron.

"Your Excellency."

The cold man handed over a copy of the text from under the table. Then he said, "Here's what you want." ”

"Hmm." Sauron nodded slightly.

Then tossing a diamond over, he pointed to the rum on the table and said, "Please." When will the Thieves' Guild start registering my information? ”

The cold man's expression was a little hesitant, but after coming into contact with Sauron's gaze, he immediately lowered his head and said, "Last October." ”

"We will collect any information that is of value, and your attention has always been our focus."

Sauron nodded slightly, not showing much expression.

He got up and stood up, glanced at the cold man in front of him, and then said, "There is time for your leader to come and meet me." I have something I want to talk to him about. ”

With that, he turned and walked into the heavy rain.

………………

The pier was dead silent in the heavy rain.

A lot of piles of goods are placed near the warehouse, and after the port blockade, these goods cannot be shipped, and it is estimated that they can only be sold at a low price or stored in a short period of time. On the side of the pier is a low shack. Even the wealthy Arendelle was not immune to a group of poor people. There were a lot of sturdy men sitting under the eaves in a daze, most of them were coolies at the docks, relying on their strength to support their families, and now there was no work at the docks. These people can only sit here idly.

Sauron, walking alone in the rainstorm, is a bit of a catch.

People looked at him with curiosity, wondering what the man who looked like an adventurer was up to.

Because the rain was so heavy, the patrolling guards were sheltering from the rain. So in the dark night, no one disturbed Sauron's work. He walked to the edge of the dock, and then stood in the middle of the water, Sauron pulled out a dagger that reflected a faint golden light, and cut a bloody cut in his palm. Drops of blood fell into the sea, and when Sauron reached into the water, a magical aura that was invisible to the naked eye spread.

"What happened over there?"

A boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old shook his head, then rubbed the corners of his eyes and said, "Did you just see that?" It seems like a light has spread out! ”

He was answered by a shake of his head, and the others nearby didn't seem to see anything.

"Could it be that I was wrong again?" The boy's expression was a little depressed, and he reached out to clasp his feet, staring at the sky in a daze.

………………

Deep-water port.

On the surface of the sea, which is located dozens of kilometers in the port, a wave suddenly set off, and then the sea water parted to the left and right, and a black mast rushed out of the seabed. The ghost sails spread rapidly, the hull of the Dead Whisperer broke through the waves, and the undrowned undead began to work, and with the icy chill of the night, a fog spread over the nearby sea, and then the ghost ship sailed at great speed in the direction of Arendelle.

It sensed Sauron's call!

As a quasi-Legendary-level Dead Flexible Being, the Dead Whisperer has the ability to sail autonomously.

Viper Island.

The ruined base camp has been rebuilt, but apparently not to the size it once was.

Now it is only a transit point, serving as a supply point for overseas routes.

On the calm sea.

A huge black shadow gradually floated, and the first thing that emerged from the sea was a hideous sharp bone spur, and then a piece of black scales. The giant sea monster appeared on the surface of the sea, stayed there for a moment, and then, as if sensing some kind of calling, swam towards the northern sea, its massive body diving to the bottom of the ocean again, moving at a speed far greater than that of any warship.

The master is calling it!

The blood told it the location of its owner, and it was able to track it even thousands of miles away.

………………

Arendelle's Wharf.

Sauron slowly withdrew his palm, the wound in his palm almost healed. He gazed at the vast sea in the night, then turned to look at Arendelle's palace and muttered, "Three more days." (To be continued......)