Large flocks of snow-white seagulls stand on the coastal reefs, looking at the ships passing by this deep-water port, their eyes full of curiosity.

The 'Dragon's Roar Fleet' gradually entered the harbor, and the fleet was very large, and the merchant ships along the way automatically moved out of the way when they saw the Ipugil flag hoisted by the main ship.

The five hundred shark men disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared, and the porters who had been notified in advance to gather on the docks looked at the several huge cargo ships that had anchored and approached, and there was a lot of discussion.

Cargo ships were not very good-looking, with generally collapsed railings, patched hulls, and even one ship with a broken mast and a sail barely hanging on another mast, struggling to reach the dock with the help of the wind.

"Did the fleet of Ypgir get caught in a storm?"

"What's going on, the Waterdeep Nautical Association hasn't released any bad weather news. Moreover, the matriarch of Ypgir is a heroic warlock, and she should be able to divinate good fortune through prophetic spells. ”

The dock workers exchanged their heads, and a young worker hidden in the crowd glanced at the priest who appeared in front of the guardrail of the Dragonroar's main ship, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he lowered his head and squeezed out, hurrying into the lively dock tavern.

Knock knock.

He used a rhythmic technique to knock on the table at the front desk, and the female bartender who was wiping the wine glass did not raise her head, and said softly: "Please go upstairs, the third room." ”

The bartender wiped the glass in her hand and put it back on the tray, then looked up and scanned the tavern lobby, and seeing that no one was paying attention to it, she turned to face the cupboard against the wall and gently pulled a black rope.

The head of the intelligence branch of the Shadow Thieves Guild sat in the room. The face is gloomy.

"Are you sure you read that right?" Half a day. He spoke again.

"Absolutely, yes!" The young docker said coldly. He was emaciated. The palms of his hands were white, and he was obviously not a laborer who often worked as coolies, and the boots on his feet were slightly bulging, as if they were hiding sharp short blades inside.

"I was on the scene that day of the dock battle, but I didn't receive a summoning order in advance, so I didn't follow the shadow thief mentor and survived. I am professionally trained by the organization. As long as you have seen a person's appearance, you will not forget it in the short term. The sentry of the Shadow Thieves Guild whispered.

The head of intelligence waved his hand, and the young sentinel exited the room.

Soon after, the underground stronghold of the Shadow Thieves Guild in Waterdeep.

Shadow Thief Mentor Gene took a letter of information and knocked on the door of the VIP room.

"The Flame, the Holy Presence has reappeared."

Gentet's posture was low, and his words were full of respect.

The Flamer, also known as the holder of the relic, the Flame Thrower, is a semi-legendary thief who specializes in light crossbows. Over the years, he has helped organize the assassination of many dignitaries, tycoons, and high-ranking professionals, and he has never missed a beat.

The last time I heard that Am's headquarters had sent the 'Flames' to capture the Coming priest. Gene couldn't believe it at all. It wasn't until the Flame made an appearance on the docks and returned to the stronghold that he heard about the failed assassination attempt from the head of the organization.

Click.

The doorway opened.

A black-clad and masked wanderer stepped out, carrying a crossbow wrapped in a thick black cloth, his only eyes showing only a grim look.

"Genent, I'll leave the involvement to you on the side of the City Hall Security Bureau. You don't have to make a move this time. The Flame One said lightly, "I just hope that no one else will disturb me when I make a move, and if I fail this time, my 'Flame One' reputation within the organization will plummet." The organization does not need assassins who fall on the same target in a row. ”

The Shadow Thief Mentor nodded, didn't say anything more, and watched the Flame Flame walk out of the underground corridor.

In fact, after the Shadow Thieves Guild returned to Waterdeep, its power infiltrated into all strata, and there were Shadow Thieves in the political and business circles of Waterdeep City, most of these dark stakes were seized by the assassins, and a small part of them were cultivated by the Shadow Thieves organization themselves, scattered to various areas, forming an extremely terrifying dark network, and even the high-level people within the Shadow Thieves did not know the specific information of each point of this network.

The person in charge of the Security Bureau of the Deepwater City Government Department is the hidden stake of the Shadow Thieves Guild.

The municipal building in the center of the city.

Police District, Governor's Office.

A female scholar's secretary who graduated from Waterdeep College places a waxed envelope on the sheriff's desk and closes the door and exits.

"Your Excellency, since the last dock brawl, our bureau has stepped up patrols and arrests, and the city guards and Gray Palm are also keeping an eye on the streets and alleys, and there have been no large-scale battles in the city recently!"

The young sheriff stood upright, standing straight at the table, meticulously reporting on his work.

"Little Hank, you were brought out by me, and the position of the future sheriff will definitely be yours." A middle-aged man with a small head in a black and gray restrained uniform bowed his head in satisfaction.

Lauren. Saxton, the sheriff of Waterdeep, is in charge of the eastern, western, southern, and northern sub-bureaus, and has more than 2,000 city inspectors under his command.

The surname Saxton represents a hereditary family of viscounts, and Lauren is now taking over the title, and until now, there have been many titles that call him rather than official titles.

About 30 years ago, a business tycoon who started as an ocean-going merchant was noticed by the lord and his wife while scattering his family's wealth for charity in Waterdeep City, winning praise from the public. 'Saxton' was named none other than Kelburn. The black rod personally gave him the seal, and others called him a knighthood in front of Lauren, but Lauren felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

In fact, the title of 'Saxton' was obtained by his father with the help of the Shadow Thieves Guild, and Lauren was able to sit in the position of sheriff of Waterdeep, ranking as one of the top dignitaries in the town hall, thanks to his own efforts.

"Little Hank, you go back to the South Branch and work hard, pay attention to keep an eye on the docks, there can't be any more accidents there!"

Lauren admonished, and then picked up the envelope that the female secretary put on the table in confusion, looked at the dagger mark on the wax, his face changed slightly, and quickly took out the note inside.

"The organization is already carrying out an assassination operation, and it is important to do everything possible to slow down the arrival of the city guards, watchmen, graypalms, and others."

Just one sentence, very concise, without asking Lauren if he could do it, there is also a bright red dagger mark attached to the end of the sentence, and where the dagger is close to the handle, there is a subtle skull mark. Lauren's face was ugly and he muttered, "...... Is this a handwritten letter from Giente? ”

Without time to hesitate, Lauren stood up and instructed the young subordinate who had just opened the door and had not yet left, "Little Hank, I have received a top-secret request that a group of exotic assassins have infiltrated Waterdeep. Immediately convey my order to the following, today dispatch all manpower to carry out a large-scale search in the city, and those whose identities are doubtful must be isolated and examined! (To be continued.) )