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Probably not talking to me, Lukka thought, and checked his invisibility again, flawless, flawless.

Surely not to talk to me!, he made up his mind, and walked again in the direction of the harbor.

"Hey, the black-haired one, why are you ignoring me?" the same voice sounded again, and Lukka couldn't even determine which direction it was coming from.

There were more people with black hair, and Ollie's golden-red hair was truly rare, Lukka continued to ignore the voice.

Afraid of making too many footsteps, he didn't dare to run wildly, but only sped up his speed and walked in small steps.

But in front of him, a metal cylinder about fifty centimeters long suddenly crossed in front of him, and if he hadn't reacted fast enough, his nose might have hit it directly.

Lukka gasped and his eyes refocused. The thing in front of him was an old monocular, with a rusty and mottled brass barrel, not unlike what is used on most ships.

The person holding the telescope wore a wide-brimmed hat decorated with feathers, and the brim of the hat was lowered so that it could not be seen clearly at all.

He was standing to Luka's right, with a pile of abandoned crates behind him, and it seemed that he had been sitting on top of this pile of crates until Lukka approached him.

"I'm talking to you, mage!" the man said again.

"Can you see me? Do you know I'm a mage? You're from the Alliance Navy?" Lukka took a deep breath and threw three questions in a row.

"Uh...... Yes, yes, no. The man replied after a pause.

"What's that, isn't it?" Lukka was a little out of order at this point.

"I can see you, I know you're a mage, I'm not from the navy. The man had no choice but to finish his story.

Behind Luka, the sound of messy footsteps could be heard faintly in the direction of the naval camp. The uninvited guest in the hat listened attentively, stepped forward and reached behind Lukka to push the cargo box.

As soon as he completed this action, a group of more than a dozen Alliance Navy soldiers hurriedly ran over.

Lukka remained invisible, so the soldiers saw only the guy in the hat with one hand outstretched and walking in circles.

"What are you doing Crete?" the soldiers at the head apparently knew each other.

"Hmm...... Sleepwalking?" replied the Cretan eccentric.

"Leave him alone, it's not a matter of one or two days that he's crazy!" said another soldier.

The third soldier nodded in agreement: "That is, it is important to catch the fugitives." ”

After a while, the soldiers disappeared at the end of the alley in the other direction.

Lukka hid behind the box, and although he would not be seen by the soldiers, in the narrow alley, if he was not pushed to this side in time, he might be hit directly by the soldiers.

Behind the cargo boxes, a narrower alley zigzags into the darkness.

Thank you, goodbye!" Luca said silently in his heart, and plunged headlong into the alley.

Crete saw his movements, but ignored him, just dusted the feathers off his hat and sat down on the crate.

Two minutes later, Lukka ran out of the alley in a rage.

"It's a dead end over there. Crete said slowly, holding an unlit cigar.

"Now I know, too!" Lukka replied with a puff of breath.

"Where are you going?" asked Crete.

Lukka hesitated and replied, "Snoring Tavern." ”

"Is there there? I'll take you on a shortcut. My name is Crete, what's your name?" Crete said politely, taking off his hat and holding out his right hand.

Although there were no lights, the silver glow of the full moon allowed Lukka to barely see clearly. The man in front of him had curly flaxen hair, was about his age, and wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his nose.

"My name is Luca Leicester. Still don't shake hands, I'm invisible. Lukka frowned and rejected the other man's offer.

"Okay, go this way. Crete did not dwell on it, turned and pointed to a fork in the road on the left side of the alley, and walked over himself to lead the way.

Lukka silently followed, wondering in his heart what the other party was coming from.

The Cretan route was indeed closer, and completely avoided the patrolling naval soldiers. Turn the last corner and the lights of the Snoring Tavern are ahead.

"Wait!" Crete stopped suddenly, and Lukka nearly hit him in the back.

"What?" Lukka asked in a low voice.

"Something not quite ordinary," Crete pushed his glasses and looked carefully at the sky ahead, "as if ...... Is it a book?"

"Idiot, you're late!" shut up and waved its wings from the sky, and although it tried to keep its voice as low as possible, it was still no different from a normal person yelling.

"Whisper......" Lukka quickly let it rest on his shoulder.

"I'm quiet, wait, who are you?" Shut up, realizing that Lukka had a stranger next to him.

Crete looked at the shut in front of him and was silent for a while. If it weren't for the fact that he could see through Luca's disguise, the parrot stood on Luka's shoulder like this, as if his whole body was hovering in mid-air.

Seeing Crete in a daze, Lukka introduced to both parties: "This is Crete; ”

"Shut up? Crete said as he took off his hat and nodded slightly rather elegantly, "Hello, Magic Book." ”

Shut up and jumped up in fright, and after two consecutive backflips in the air, he stretched out his wings and flapped a few times to stabilize his body.

"I'll explain, but before we do that, shall we find a tavern to sit down?" said Crete, bringing his hat back to the top of his head.

"Rightfully shut up, what about Ollie?" Lukka asked the parrot on his shoulder.

"You're just running away!" the massive hilt of the sword struck from behind and pushed Lukka hard.

"Then let's go. Crete shook his head as he looked at the two people who were in a mess.

Lukka was about to say yes, but after a second thought, he stopped and asked, "I'll be targeted by the Navy as soon as I enter the tavern, right?"

Cree nodded: "A normal tavern is like that, so now we're going to an abnormal one." ”

After saying that, he led Luca and the others to turn left and right in the commercial area of the port, climbed two stairs in the middle, passed through a bridge hole, and finally stopped in front of a wooden door with no lights at all.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Crete knocked rhythmically on the door three times in a row.

A dry voice came from the door: "Who?"

"It's me, Crete. After answering, there was no sound in the door for a long time, and there was no intention of lighting the lamp.

Just when Lukka thought he had eaten the closed door, the wooden door suddenly slowly opened.

By the moonlight he saw a spiral staircase inside the door.

The men groped their way down the stairs, turned a corner, pushed open another wooden door, and suddenly the lights were bright in front of them.

Under the shadow of a huge dome, a lively hall appears in front of you.

Crete turned around and said in a solemn voice:

"Welcome to the Freak Club. ”