As the sun set, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the trivial clouds, staining the sky into a blood-colored ocean.

In the air, the layers of burning clouds are distinct, and the color gradually fades from west to east. Those fragmented clouds seem to be the golden or red waves rolling and jumping on the blue sea, and they are like the golden curls of a girl, flowing and noble, which makes people can't help but feel excited.

Dylan slowly shook his bat's wings and glanced around, only to find that the scenery around him was unfamiliar. After he passed through the gates of hell, instead of returning to the forest he had left before, he came to a completely unfamiliar place.

"Where are the gates of hell opened? Is this still America?"

Dylan frowned and muttered, "No matter, fly all the way west first." If you can find the town of James, you can determine the direction. ”

As he spoke, Dylan snapped his wings and shot out like an arrow.

It was getting dark quickly, and in a short time, it was already time for the moon to change shifts.

Dylan flew in the dark night sky, and through the night vision of the Bloods, he could see signs of human beings thousands of kilometers ahead.

Dylan was shaken and picked up speed again.

When he flew nearly 800 meters, he realized that it was a town of considerable size. As it was getting late, the four gates of the town were closed. There were only a dozen sentry posts with bows and crossbows, still standing at the head of the city.

A gust of wind blew, and the sweet smell wafted across Dylan's nose. His sense of smell is very sensitive, and even from a distance of several hundred meters, he can smell the smell of barbecued meat and vegetable soup in the wind.

"It should be past dinner time, why is there still smoke rising in the town? Intrigued, Dylan decided to go into town to check it out.

Dylan didn't want to draw attention, so he used his Bloodline ability "Atomize" as he approached town.

So, a barely visible fog drifted into the city. He was silent and did not attract anyone's attention.

This town is not small, and it is similar to the stronghold of the Dark Council. Dylan glanced at the top of the town and could roughly calculate that there should be more than 10,000 households in the town.

Those who can establish cities on the American continent are all the advance troops sent by the major forces of various countries. And this is the town that belongs to Spain.

At this time, a grand party was being held in the city.

The streets of the town are lined with mud houses and fur tents. In front of and behind every house, in the middle of every street, there was laughter. The men and women in the city, regardless of whether they were high or low, all took to the streets, dancing and drinking together.

When Dylan entered town, he saw something like this. He looked at the town where the party was going and cried out in surprise. "Is it a Spanish holiday today?"

Dylan also had a general knowledge of European festivals, and when he was in Northern Ireland, he raided all the books in his stronghold. There is also knowledge of etiquette and culture.

"It's Seville Day, Valentine's Day, or Midsummer. How long the hell have I been in hell?"

Dylan was a little confused, and he landed behind a tent. He turned into a form and walked straight out into the street, wanting to find someone to inquire about the current situation.

Not far from him, there was a room with wine glasses painted on the eaves. Dylan recognized that it was the décor that represented the bar.

In front of the simple wooden door of the bar, there were several drunken men piled up in groups. They drank and bragged while whistling at the women in the streets in big flower dresses.

A red-haired man with a single gold ring on his ear spat on the ground, then pointed to the chain on his wrist and bragged to the people around him.

"Do you know how I got this chain?"

His face was flushed, and his mouth kept saying: "I met a noble lady from England in Jamestown last year, and she said that her husband was not good, so she came out to find ** by herself, and she took a fancy to me at a glance." ”

A short and fat man next to him, carrying a wine bottle, glanced at him drunkenly: "Then I found out that you were worse than his husband, so I threw a chain as a ticket." ”

After the fat man finished speaking, several drunks laughed together.

If Dylan wanted to enter the bar, he had to go through these people. Because he didn't want his body to come into contact with these drunks, he stomped his feet far away, using the earth to transmit his strength to their feet.

Several drunks were unsuspected, and they were hit by Dylan's energy, and they immediately screamed and jumped out of the distance with their feet in their hands.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for them to get out of the way, Dylan strolled into the tavern.

The tavern is the most humble of earthen rooms, with a few wooden piers as chairs and a table made of large boards.

Such a humble environment can't stop those enthusiastic drunkards, who lie crookedly in the aisles and on the wine table. It looks like I won't be able to wake up tomorrow morning.

Dylan's eyes scanned for a week, and he saw that only one bartender with his chin in the entire tavern was still awake.

He flashed in front of the bartender and threw a gold coin in front of him.

The bartender was in a listless daze, and as soon as he saw a gold coin appear in front of him.

"Gold!Where did the gold come from!" he hadn't seen Dylan yet, and subconsciously picked up the gold coin and bit it.

Dylan sat down on the wooden pier in front of the bar and said lightly, "Give me a drink." ”

At this time, the bartender realized that someone had come in the tavern. He was still in his head, and immediately realized where the gold coins came from.

So he replied with a smile on his face: "As you wish, my lord." ”

As he spoke, he took out a large barrel of wine from under the table, and a bronze cup, and poured a full glass of rum for Dylan.

Dylan took the glass, took it down, and then put it in front of the bartender again. The bartender filled his wine again, and Dylan drank it all again.

After two drinks in a row, Dylan asked, "Business in the tavern is good today, isn't it? ”

Dylan knocked on the side, trying to get everything he wanted to know from the bartender. The bartender didn't know Dylan's purpose, so he simply said, "Don't mention it! ”

Dylan stopped his glass in front of his mouth and glanced forward. "Why do you say that?"

The bartender sighed heavily and said, "Britain has blocked the coast, and this year's wine is the last." ”

A cold light flashed in Dylan's eyes, and then he asked casually, "I just recently returned to the city with my friends, and I don't know what happened." ”

The bartender seemed to have found an opportunity to pour out his bitterness, and shook out the words in his stomach in a series of ways.

"Here's the thing, a week ago the Dark Council and the Merchant Alliance joined forces to seal off the port. It is said that it was because a certain big man in Britain disappeared in the port. ”

Dylan took a sip of wine and asked without raising his head, "Do you know who is missing?"

The bartender spat out a few words casually, and Dylan's face immediately changed when he heard it.