Roger's words were confirmed at dusk, which is usually the peak of their attacks. www.biquge.info But now, the scene under Marcos's eyes was peaceful, which proved that the gang was indeed in an unusual state.

It may be too early for Marcos to lean against a tree and gaze at the gray town across the river. When it was dark, he sat down under a tree and took out an apple and began to eat it. After nibbling on most of the apple, he suddenly realized something. "I think I need a boat. ”

Vera handed the pass to Captain Root, "I was lucky to have almost been discovered. ”

"As long as they don't know where you are. Rout waved his hand.

"So, what's going on with the diving bell?" asked Vera.

Rout sighed, but he was actually heartbroken by the fact that he had spent a lot of money. "That thing is in my precious storage compartment. ”

"So, I think we should be ready. Where's my lovely Fett?"

"Maybe wiping a small dagger in a cabin somewhere, you know, this kind of infiltration with a long weapon will only get you into unnecessary trouble. Rout spread his hands.

Vera nodded, "I think we can go, it will take a while to get to where the main fleet is." Thank you very much to the Oracle Legion for the location they provided, otherwise we would have been lost in the sea. Vera yawned. "I had to get some sleep before I got to my destination. With that, she left the captain's quarters.

Alone in the silent captain's quarters, Rout shook his head as he looked at the charts on the wall. "Hopefully, this time we will be able to find their plan of action. ”

Half an hour later, he got up and prepared to go to the deck to give the order to set sail.

So, as the sailors cheered at the end of the day's work, the Horn of the Sage hung up its white sails and left the silent corner of the harbor heading out to sea, drawing little attention. The small number of people who noticed it only thought that it was an ordinary nocturnal merchant ship, or perhaps it was the so-called hiding in plain sight.

As Captain Rout had said, Fett was sitting in a cabin with an oil lamp and playing with a dagger. This lightweight small arm is ideal for stealth operations, but has the disadvantage of not doing enough damage. On this continent, only the Dark Elves will use it as their primary weapon. Although the power is not too great, in the hands of the dark elves, it can even exert the power of a swordsman's powerful swordsmanship.

Fett looked at the dagger, which had its entire blade painted black, in the light of an oil lamp, and before she knew it, the figure of Marcos appeared in her mind. It wasn't that she missed it, she just cared about what that sometimes cautious and sometimes adventurous guy was doing. Both sides had their own ideas, but deep down Fitt still wanted Marcos to succeed. Because he's alone now, no matter what.

Even at night, the sky on the west coast can see those strange clouds. They take on a poetic look in the moonlight, and many poets have praised the West Coast night. If you abandon all positions, this is indeed one of the most beautiful towns on the mainland. As I said before, war is far away. Its beauty seems to be such that a powerful empire like Delos can't bear to bring war here.

Marcos watched the oddly shaped clouds and took the last puff of his cigarette, then gently popped the end of his right index finger. It made a few spins in the air and quickly crashed into the river, the last slight flash of fire disappearing with the current.

Marcos cautiously stepped onto the small wooden boat that could only hold two people, and the handmade wooden boat was so unreliable that Marcos didn't want to be immersed in the icy water. He grabbed his oars and began to paddle across the river, but fortunately the water was not so strong, Marcos could control the oars with peace of mind, and he was even able to enjoy the night on the outskirts of the West Coast.

"It's beautiful, and I think I should spend my old age here. A small cabin, a man ......," he said, laughing as he spoke, not giving up faith in the future. Good things are always what people yearn for, even though most people get a nightmarish reality.

The surroundings were not so dim in the moonlight, and that might be the light of hope.

Once on the other side of the river, Marcos laid the small wooden boat and headed for the town. He wanted to have what he was looking for. Of course, he also had to be careful with the Grozny Gang, as he was confident in dealing with them, but it would be very bad to cause a riot. That might be a warning to a possible enemy, which Marcos didn't want.

You can see the lights of the town from afar, and if you look at it from a distance, you might think it's a peaceful town. But not everything is as simple as appearances, and for Marcos, who has learned the information, the dangers of this town are hidden in the depths.

"So, here I am, Sanban Street. Marcos pulled on his black hood and walked briskly towards the side of the town.

In fact, the situation is far from as bad as Marcos thought, and although the town is home to the Grozny gang, it does not mean that the town does not have any residents. Among them were those who supported the gangs, and there were also pathos who objected to the gangs being treated like slaves. But it's hard to see the horrors you might expect here, and it's no different from most small towns on the mainland.

Marcos isn't sure exactly what this is, whether it's something to do with the recent Grozny gang, or maybe that's what it is. In short, with a strange feeling, he walked vigilantly into the town from the side of the town.

Sanban Street is much more wary of outsiders, and Marcos has been questioned by no less than ten gangsters, at least so far. Of course, that fooled around with Marcos's proper performance. He pretended to be a traveler, and although the gangsters searched his body, Marcos unfortunately did not have any money with him before he came, and he deposited his gold coin bag with the black knife at the auction house on the West Coast.

The gangsters had always been spitting on the poor, and after this insulting gesture, they stopped paying attention to Marcos. This came as a bit of a surprise to the latter, as they were not as cruel as they were rumored. At least they didn't have the slightest intention of killing Marcos. Despite his strange feelings, Marcos quickly figured out the general structure of the town.

There is a dilapidated tavern here, and this is probably the best place to find out about it. Marcos had no interest in the liquor, the low-quality beers were almost disgusting to the point of smelling them, but the people here cherished them.

Marcos found a table in the corner and sat down, and the feeling of sitting in the tavern without drinking was strange to him. But the thought of the disgusting beer here made him relieved. Back on the West Coast, he can enjoy a tasting at the Ice Dragon Tavern. Now, he sat honestly in his chair to find out what might be useful.

"Did the guys say when they were going to get out of here?"

"Be quiet, they said they would stay for at least a few more months. ”

"Damn, I've had enough, why do we Grozny Gang follow their orders?"

"No one knows what the Boss thinks, but they can at least make us money, more than the travelers we used to loot for a whole month. ”

"That's the only thing that keeps me working with them, or I swear I'll punch those proud Imperial soldiers in the eye and stab them in the throat. ”

"Shut up, do you want to cause conflict?"

The corners of Marcos' mouth curled, and he might have gotten the information he wanted. "Good evening, two gangster gentlemen. He smiled and said softly.