Carl had too many questions on his mind, and he hoped to find out the answers to those questions soon. There is only one oil lamp hanging from the ceiling in the house, and it seems that there is no electricity supply in this house. However, Carl thought that the de facto controller of Sanfan Street would not provide electricity to such a non-existent or unrecognized house.

In addition, the house can be said to be so simple that it makes people feel that this is not a place for normal humans to live at all. In the center of the room sat a crumbling wooden table, one leg of which was about to be gnawed off by rats. On one side of the room was a couch with only a sponge left, which reminded Carl of the warehouse where everyone had been at the time of the Lotus incident. But at least there was a comfy room in that warehouse, which had been sorted out, and there wasn't even a bed here. But when Carl thought about it, this place might just be used for preparation and planning.

The guy's outfit gave Carl a sense of familiarity, he felt as if he knew the guy, and this feeling was definitely not a sudden delusion. "Left straight fist Nils," Karl said uncertainly.

"You're still so observant. The guy turned around. "Maybe it's just because I've kept it this way for so many years. ”

"I didn't expect that. Karl stepped forward and held out his right hand, and the other man did exactly the same thing as him. So the comrades from the Ardennes garrison, who had not seen each other for a long time, shook hands with each other, and then a brief hug followed. They were happy to see each other again, but that mood couldn't last long, because they both knew where they were.

"I think you'll know I'm going to ask the question, why are you here?" Karl said with a laugh.

Nils motioned for Carl to sit down, he didn't want his old friend he hadn't seen in a long time to stand like a stake. It was evident that Nils had stocked up on some interesting things in this place, such as the rye whiskey he had taken from the only cabinet in the house. "Would you like some?"

"Are you sure you want to drink in this situation?" Karl hesitated.

"Nothing bad. Nils pouted.

"Let's clink glasses, then. Karl laughed.

Nils took out two more earthenware wine glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the wooden table, and it seemed that he was accustomed to the simplicity of the place, and he sat down on the wooden stool that creaked and threatened to collapse at almost any moment. Carl thought he wouldn't be surprised if the wooden bench suddenly collapsed and Nils's ass came into close contact with the ground.

"I'm surprised you're here. Nils said as he poured his wine.

"We are all like that. Carl pulled a cigarette out of his cigarette case and threw it in front of Nils.

"You're still the same, smoker. Nils picked up the cigarette and put it to his mouth.

Carl picked up his glass and took a sip of whiskey, which tasted good, at least not a blended shoddy thing. He was also surprised that Nils was so keen on alcohol, considering that he had not drunk at all in the Ardennes Heights garrison. Although time can change a person, Carl still feels incredible when it happens.

"Is your right hand, alright?" Karl asked with concern, Nils' entire right arm was bandaged and secured with two iron rings, all left over from the war. And what has changed the most about him is his personality, he is no longer the coward he was back then. Although Carl felt a little sorry to ask the question, the other party didn't seem to care. Because once upon a time, he was one of the people who had a good relationship with Carl in the garrison.

"It's always sore, and sometimes you have to need medication to get through. Nils took a sip of whiskey and let out a heavy sigh.

"Sorry to mention this. ”

"It's nothing, the woman is dead anyway. It wasn't easy for Audley to do that. Nils smiled wryly.

"Speaking of which, where is Audley now?" Karl asked.

Nils shook his head, "I've lost contact with the Ardennes since the fall of the Ardennes. Who knows, maybe now he is hiding his former identity in some town that he can't reach. After all, Kahlert, a fish like us who slipped through the net, would never let it go. ”

"That's right. ”

"I'm going to be here, I'm coming to Arad, purely by accident, and I'm sure you too. ”

Carl nodded, "We all do. ”

"But here Kahlert is not because of an accident. Nils cleverly brought the conversation back on track.

"Callert, have you identified the guy in charge of this place?" Karl asked in surprise, if what Nils said was true, then he probably wouldn't need to find a way to infiltrate the heart of Sanban Street to steal information.

"Actually, a year ago I started investigating the leader of a privateer fleet called the Devils of the West Sea. Nils smiled. "Captain Damon, that's what he's called here. ”

"Is there any more detailed information?" Karl asked, agreeing with the information provided by Adrian, and they also began to suspect that Captain Damon of the Devil Privateer fleet in the West Sea was not the heinous, murderous and arsonist demon who was rumored.

Nils nodded, he wouldn't have told Carl if he hadn't investigated something clearly. "Of course, he's actually the guy we all know – Smok. ”

"The bastard who always likes to hide himself in the smoke? I didn't expect him to come to Arad to carry out the plan. Karl sneered.

"That's right, he seems to have come to the continent of Arad very early, even before us. He may have accumulated some power in Arad through so many years of hard work, which is why Calet's decision to invade here is the capital now. However, after all, there are still some pirates who don't know how to use firearms, and as long as Callert's large army arrives here, they will be abandoned. No, to be precise, their use value is almost gone. I don't know exactly what he did, but for now, Kahlert is ready to do something. ”

"Sanban Street is their stronghold?" Karl asked.

"That's right, by the way, the main reason why it is rumored that they are pirates is because fundamentally it is a cover, a cover for Caller's operation. Those known as pirates were the crew of the Devil's fleet of the Western Seas, and Captain Damon, aka Smock, ordered them to act in the name of pirates so that the Delos Empire could focus its attention on the seas. At the same time, it was also their curtain call, and the emperor of Delos, Heinrich, must have been surprised that his privateer fleet would rebel. ”

"It's really in line with Khalert's style, and it looks like they're trying to co-opt Arad's forces to their advantage. Karl mused.

"You know, those gangsters are nothing. As long as they pay them more money, they will kill their original leader without blinking an eye. Nils snorted.

Nils's intel did come in handy, and it also allowed Carl to learn more about it. At the same time, this also allowed him to lock in the target, since the masters of Sanban Street are the guys of Callert, then this time he can't sit idly by. However, Carl's surprise was still to come. Just as he pondered his next move, Nils said to him. "I know a way to get around patrols and not be spotted by snipers, I think you must be interested in the layout of the center of town, would you like to come along?"

"Of course, my dear sniper. Karl laughed.

"Then come with me. ”