Marshall hid the Veldra Manuscript under his pillow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night in the Church of the Morning Star was unusually quiet, as if everyone had been silenced.

A black figure infiltrated the Church of the Morning Star, his soft footsteps blending perfectly into the night, making it difficult to hear unless he put his ear to the ground.

Crunch.

The door was gently opened, and the shadow crept to Marshall's bed, listening carefully to Marshall's regular breathing, and then, squinting, searching for Marshall's box in the faint light.

Before going to bed, Marshall placed his suitcase beside his desk.

The Shadow quickly found Marshall's box, which he slowly lifted and walked backwards out of the room.

The morning sun pierces the darkness and brings light and softness to this cold world.

Marshall came to the desk, he squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched the place where the black box had been placed, the cold touch of marble came into his hand, making him more focused.

"Stolen, apparently for the Veldra Manuscript, the Blue Pearl will leave tomorrow, and the other party will definitely come again tonight, and if you catch him, you might be able to find something."

Back at the bedside, Marshall placed the Veldra Manuscript on his body.

"My friend, you're leaving tomorrow, and I'll accompany you on a tour of Port Molov today, right?" Hall came to Marshall early in the morning.

Marshall did not tell Hall about the theft of the box.

As a large port, Port Molov has its own history and culture, and the Blue Pearl chose to depart tomorrow with this in mind.

Today is the day when the crew prays for blessings from the god of the sea, called the Feast of Villefort.

Villefort is the name of this ocean.

She is the bread and butter of the people on both sides of the strait, and she has raised countless people.

The fisherman will thank her when he returns with a full load, and the sailor will thank her for his safe arrival. She gave tolerance and patience to the people of Port Molov, as well as tenacity and courage.

"Twilight Tavern, today's wine, all half price." Hall smiled, "For the next half month, you will have to live with these sailors with a unique culture, and perhaps, it will be easier for you to adapt to it by experiencing it in advance now." ”

Hall and Marshall are dressed in their normal attire, no different from the crowd coming in and out of the Twilight Tavern.

The two of them walked into the Twilight Tavern, and the light and fragrant smell of rum penetrated their noses.

Marshall rubbed his nose as he followed Hall to the bar.

"A martini, thank you!" After entering the Twilight Tavern, Hale's spirits are much better and he is a little younger.

"What do you want, Marshall?" Hall turned to ask.

"Bring me a martini too." Marshall ordered the same glass of wine as Hall.

On the wine table behind him, a strong man in a sailor's suit was playing a game of wrist wrenching.

Soon, cocktails for two were placed in front of them.

Marshall picked up his glass, but didn't drink it, glancing at the young man who had just entered.

The young man was different from the rest of the sailors, and even from the two of them, he had no desire to spend, and seemed to be just looking for someone, and when Marshall looked at the young man, the young man happened to see Marshall as well. Seeing Marshall looking at him, the young man quickly looked away.

"Is that him? Last night's thief? Because you found out that the Veldra Manuscript was not in your suitcase, you chose to follow me during the day? Why are you in such a hurry? Is it because you know that I will leave Port Molov tomorrow on the Blue Pearl? Marshall lowered his glass.

"What? Isn't it delicious? Hall didn't realize his situation.

"No, something suddenly came to mind." Marshall raised his glass and collided with Hale's.

The cocktail swirls on the tongue, blending spicy and sweet to create a unique flavor.

Marshall put the glass down in his hand.

"Hall, wait a minute."

"Huh?" Hall blinked, not understanding Marshall's actions.

Marshall turned and walked towards the young man who had just entered the Twilight Tavern, who looked up and saw Marshall walking towards him, his eyes a little flustered.

He sat across from the young man, there was nothing on the table, the young man just sat simply, without ordering any food or drink.

"You're stalking me?" Marshall spoke directly about his problem and did not beat around the bush.

"Nope." The young man shook his head.

"Your actions are very suspicious, and I advise you to get out of here immediately, or I'm welcome." Marshall squinted, and the threat was clear.

"Why? The owner of this tavern doesn't seem to be you. The young man asked rhetorically.

"Marshall, you're not going drunk, are you?" Hall came to Marshall's side at this point.

Today, he brought Marshall to experience life in Port Molov, and he didn't want anything to happen to Marshall, and he didn't want Marshall to be demoted because of today's events.

"Hall, let's change it." Marshall stood up and said to Hall.

Then he turned his head and said to the youth, "I hope you have a good time." ”

The young man did not speak, and his face was cloudy.

"Well, it's weird, but it's a good idea." Hale doesn't ask why, as he also wants Marshall to leave the Twilight Tavern at this point.

After Hale pays the bill, the two leave the Twilight Tavern.

"Want to go and see the Big Stomach King competition?" Hall had an idea.

"Hmm." Marshall replied absentmindedly.

However, Hall didn't care, he thought that Marshall was still stuck in what had just happened and had not recovered.

There is no registration for the Big Stomach contest and anyone in Port Molov can participate, but there is a rule that enough food must be eaten to be free, otherwise the original price of the food will have to be paid to the organizers.

Compared to the Twilight Tavern, Big Stomach is held in a much larger and more lively location.

"This competition seems to be eating chicken legs." Hall pulled Marshall through the crowd, "You know what? Marshall, the last champion was actually a thin woman, it was incredible, and, after the referee's inspection, she did not cheat at all, but her opponent made some small moves. ”

"Really?" Marshall asked, his attention completely off that.

"The young man just now followed, but his tracking skills are too inferior, maybe someone asked him to follow me, so the real stalker has been hiding around, if you don't find him, maybe today's Villefort Festival will end early." Marshall looked left and right.

"Does the other party know that I have the Veldra Manuscript with me? Could he have rummaged through my room already? ”

The Big Stomach King competition was ready to start at this time, and in the cheers of the audience, the host announced that the game was officially underway.