The night was dark, with only a faint starlight twinkling.

Bang –

A box full of cargo slammed down on the dock.

"Fool, be careful with me, if you break the goods, be careful that I skin you!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we'll clean it up right away!"

In the "Port of Newin" at night, there are still many ships still operating. I don't know which chamber of commerce's loading and unloading personnel had a problem, which attracted the scolding of the steward.

It also caused a commotion among some people in the darkness...

Unlike Gabrid, who is only a military and commercial player, the situation here is much more complicated than the former.

As the headquarters of the Adventurers' Guild and the Sea Hunters' Guild of the Kingdom of Phaletis, Newinn also hosts a variety of people from all over the world, as well as "rare treasures" brought back by navigators, explorers, sea hunters, speculators, and even down-and-out seafarers.

The personnel are complex, the wealth is moving, and the occasional commotion is the norm here.

Then.

An expedition ship with a lot of damage to its hull and obvious experience of a thrilling journey slowly docked at the berth under the guidance of the navigator.

Bang –

Before the boat could come to a stop, a crowd of dozens of people rushed down from the boat, their steps in a hurry, as if something was chasing after them.

After a brief interview with the port staff.

The group soon disappeared into the darkness under the leadership of a connector who had been waiting on the dock for a long time.

Although the port staff wondered about the behavior of these people, they didn't think much about it, there were more mavericks in the city, and they didn't have such a strong curiosity to get to the bottom of it.

As long as they pay the management fee on time, they can go wherever they like.

.......

"Todd, what's going on with the buyer you're contacting? We have to get rid of this thing as soon as possible. The leader was a sturdy man in a long trench coat as he strode as he asked the connector who was following closely beside him.

"Boss Stanley, I've already contacted you, and the appointed time is tomorrow night. Todd, a shrewd and short-haired connector, approached the boss and replied in a low voice.

"Aren't they local forces? Can't they trade right away? Why wait until tomorrow night?"

A series of rhetorical questions were spat out by him in one breath.

At the same time, the middle-aged man known as Stanley's boss unconsciously glanced behind him at a box tightly wrapped in black cloth that his subordinates were holding.

"We went against the client's request and didn't put it in the hands of the designated person, and we took such a big risk, can't they be flexible?"

Obviously, the contents of the box put a lot of pressure on him, and his voice was not as calm as before.

"Boss, no. There is more than one force that wants this thing, and the highest bidder said that they will have to find a way to transport it away quickly after receiving the goods, even if it is a local snake, they need to arrange a back road, and tomorrow night is already the fastest time.

If they can't guarantee the absolute safety of things, they'd rather not!"

Todd explained to his boss with a bitter face that this was the result of his best efforts, but he couldn't help it if the time was too tight.

In fact, Stanley was not in a hurry, although he accepted the commission to deliver the things to the designated person, but for him to violate the contract and sell at a price, it was as simple as drinking water and eating, and he did not need to care about the employer's requirements.

However, that box, that box of the most evil sect, took a strange change when the agreed deadline arrived.

He swore that he had been a sea hunter all his life, and he could be regarded as well-informed, and he had been exposed to a lot of strange things, but he had never seen such an evil thing.

This box... It has a consciousness of its own!

It's not a consciousness like a muddled low-level monster, but a kind of intelligence that is clear and flexible, yes, Stanley thinks it can only be described by wisdom!

Wisdom is naturally able to communicate with people, but the process of that communication is obviously not so wonderful. Thinking back to everything that happened at that time, Stanley's mind for many years of crisscrossing the sea couldn't help but tremble.

Because it seems to be a high master, or the maker of the rules of the game, who has put forward its very strange and absurd demand, which is also what it calls the rules of the game.

The wielder must act according to the rules it has proposed, or it will eat a live man every twelve hours until it eats up the entire ship!

Faced with the threat of the box, everyone scoffed at first.

But after that, even if he gathered the strength of his entire team, he couldn't help this small box, he couldn't stop it, he couldn't destroy it, he couldn't throw it away, and he ate eight of his companions almost without resistance.

They compromised.

From the moment the mission deadline ended, it seemed that his people had become slaves of this box.

Stanley even had a crazy idea that there might not be any client from beginning to end, and that this weird box was directing and acting behind it.

Up to now, after repeated trials of flesh and blood, the two sides have been able to barely coexist.

He felt that he could only really get rid of this thing by finding another wave of willing forces to hand it over, and after paying a huge sacrifice, they were really reluctant to buy the large amount of golden lions promised.

"Hurry, hurry, it's time, change people!"

A young man in charge of timing a pocket watch in the group behind him suddenly screamed, and a figure quickly rushed out of the line to take the box.

The companion who was originally holding the box quickly retreated as if he had been pardoned, as if it was not a box, but a high-yield alchemy bomb.

The person who took over was not selfless, and if this ghost thing got out of control, everyone who had been in the same boat with it would be unlucky, as the dozen or so former companions who didn't even have any bones left before had proved it.

Now everyone can only hope that the boss can find a way to find the next home, trade it out, and get rid of this terrible box at the same time, it would be great if he could also earn a large amount of golden lions.

This is also the original motivation for them to actively cooperate.

The rules of the game proposed by the box today are that the holder must be in a constant state of movement, and if the holder does not make a substitution, every hour needs to meet a requirement of the box.

Or answer a question or do a nonsensical little thing, the difficulty of the event will gradually increase, and if you can't meet the requirements one time, it will be swallowed up directly...

As soon as the shift change was completed, the box made the sound of the tight gears on the clockwork turning.

"Ketakota..."

Then, like a music box and like an aria, in short, with an indescribable cold aura came out of it: "Ahhh

The box made a disgruntled sound, and the sea hunters around it broke out in a cold sweat.

Hearing that mad man's voice, even though he was already a full-fledged knight at the transcendent level, Stanley couldn't help but shudder.

"Whatever the damn buyer, Todd is going to find us a safe place to live first. ”

"No problem, Boss, it's ready, come with me. ”

Todd bowed in agreement, masking the glint in his eyes with the movement of his head bowed.

Lead the way away from the bustling and noisy port area, and lead the group towards the factory area that is quiet and empty in the dead of night.