Kelly didn't know exactly what the goblins were in contact with, and to be honest, she wasn't interested in knowing. It's a very simple question, she just needs to make a deal with McGee. But even though Sherlock agreed, it wasn't known when the traitor would contact her, Kelly. So until then, she had to wait on the West Coast with the others.

During the period when he was unable to act, Nils did not give up scouting the situation on Sanban Street. Although it is no longer possible to know the situation in the town, Nils can still understand the surrounding wind and grass. Although there is no movement that makes people feel concerned, it seems to have become a habit for him. Nils is a sniper, so he keeps his target in his "scope" until it's all over.

Freya would still act with him from time to time, but Freya felt that things were getting more and more difficult because of the fact that they were always in vain. She didn't want things to complicate things, and now things were going to the extreme of complexity, like a sensational engine that couldn't be completely braked. Before her patience was exhausted, Freya felt that the turn of events would come soon.

Waiting passively for Sherlock to contact made Kelly a little restless for the next two days, partly because of the fact that Caller's guys might make a move. On the other hand, she always felt that this incident might have a great impact on the Arad continent in the future. Whether General Smock has some kind of cooperative relationship with the Delos Empire, Kelly and the others are not yet known, but if that guy has really controlled the largest privateer fleet in the Delos Empire as Captain Damon in the past few years, then it is very likely that he has a cooperative relationship with the Empire.

She couldn't think of anything she could do while she waited, so she simply called Carl to the café in the harbor and tried to analyze the whole situation with him. "Smok, I didn't expect to meet him here again, it's a bit ironic. Kelly looked out into the dripping windows, the West Coast had entered the rainy season, and the rain and dark clouds were beginning to accompany everything here.

"I know you called me here to talk about something, so let's just say it. Carl took a sip of his coffee, and it was true that the rain was too much to lift his spirits, and he didn't want to meet Nils for a while.

"Nils, he's here, right?" asked Kelly.

Karl glanced up at her, "Yes, but he doesn't want to see you. ”

"Is he still haunted by that?" Kelly bowed her head.

"Maybe. Karl shrugged. "He just needs time. ”

"Alas......" Kelly let out a long series of sighs.

"So, what the hell are you going to say?" Karl asked.

"Something about that Smock bastard, of course. Kelly said with a little resentment, she hated the guy. As the opponent of the former Ardennes Heights garrison, he once caused a lot of trouble for the garrison. Bilmoz once said that if Smock's luck had been a little better, perhaps Kahlert would have already captured the Ardennes Heights.

"Go on. Karl gestured with a raised hand.

"When you came back that day, you told us in detail about the information Nils gave you, and I thought about it carefully and felt that I was a little concerned. Kelly said slowly. "Since he has been in control of the Devil Privateer's fleet in the West Sea for the past few years, it means that he may have some kind of relationship with the Delos Empire, right? He was just an officer in the Kahlert Order, and no matter how shrewd he was, he couldn't have gotten to that status. Don't you think it's strange?"

What is the point of discussing this matter, Karl has not thought of it for the time being. But he thought that since Kelly had brought the question to himself in such a place of tranquility on this day of idleness, it would be fine to discuss it with the other party. It's just that Karl knows very well that no matter what conclusion they come to, they can't do anything to the Delos Empire. It's a huge monster, and there are no forces on the continent that can shake their existence, not to mention that they are just a few guys from the "upper world" who are lost in the continent of Arad.

If you think so, then it means that this possibility does exist. Carl nodded. "To work with such a behemoth, he must have very attractive conditions. ”

"That's the crux of the matter, if our speculation is true, what exactly does he hold in his hands?" Kelly mused.

"There are so many possibilities, and we can't be sure that our speculation is correct. Carl shook his head. "Maybe we'll have to ask this kind of thing face to face, when we're going to kill that guy. At this point, I'm sure each of us has no doubts. ”

"I wonder what would happen if the entire fleet of privateers was found out to the Empire if he was a victim? This is a major event that can shake the entire Empire, not as simple as a Royal Navy ship being sacked by unknown privateers. ”

"The privateers will have something to do next, and perhaps it has something to do with Caller's plan. If we had stopped Callert sooner, perhaps the privateer fleets would have broken apart without a leader. It could be a nice consolation, Carl says, because he also knows that time is running out for himself. Over time, sooner or later, Kahlert will act.

Obviously, continuing the discussion would not lead to a conclusion that would convince both of them, so silence made a comeback accompanied by the sound of raindrops. The tranquil surroundings of the café and the sound of the rain made the two of them sleepy unconsciously, and perhaps the only thing that could lift their spirits now was the arrival of Sherlock. But I'm afraid that on this rainy day, it will not be in the mood to arrange a meeting between McGee and Kelly.

From the window, Karl looked out of the window at the Sky City, which seemed to hang overhead, and was supposed to be the only way back to the heavenly realm. But after much had happened, it was no longer the gateway between the Celestial and the Arad. In a trance, Carl seemed to smell the untouchable scent of yellow sand, and he had been in that place for 23 years. And now, on the continent of Arad, he suddenly remembered what Kathu had said to himself: If life takes you to another place, you can live well in that place.

"Farewell, Kathu......"