Rout looked at the nautical charts in front of him, on which the routes marked were marked with the signs of merchant ships. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Now, in the context of the Imperial Army's operations, they have now become completely military routes. The Imperial Army did not hesitate to use the strength of the entire fleet to blockade most of the sea, and any unidentified ships would be subjected to the baptism of the main fleet's broadside guns.

"If you hide the ship's artillery and keep the sails of the masts white, I'm afraid you still won't be able to approach them. Root grimaced, this is not an easy thing to do.

"Do we have anything to prove our identity?" asked Vera.

Rout shook his head regretfully, "No, you know, that thing only exists on licensed merchant ships. ”

"It's much simpler, and it's very easy to find a licensed merchant ship in this bustling port. Vera laughed.

"You're talking about 'borrowing' from those captains?" Root paused, then continued, "It won't be a good thing, but we don't have a choice. ”

Vera danced with a sign, and Rout was all the more familiar with the sign that Vera was drawing, a sign that belonged to the Legion of Sacred Oracles. "We're not like those guys, and we don't have the slightest chance of winning against the mighty Imperial fleet. Vera said.

Root nodded, "You're right, we can't have a head-on conflict with it. As confident as I am in the Cry of the Sage, that is not the way we need to act. ”

"Wise captain. Vera quipped.

Fett paused for a long time, listening to the conversation between the two of them. Now, she finally spoke her first words in the captain's room: "We may also need a diving bell, the Empire's fast sailing ships will surround the capital warship to monitor the surface of the water, and we can't afford to risk it." ”

"Well done, Fett, you reminded me. Rout applauded. "It's going to cost me a buck, but why not?"

"That's really breaking the bank. Vera teased.

"Okay, then the plan is decided. Vera, you go get a permit, and I'll go to the port shop and buy a diving bell. Fett, you try to be as prepared as you can to dive in. Rout gave the order.

"Listen to you, Captain. Vera turned to leave, and Phylla nodded and followed Vera out of the captain's quarters.

Marcos had been on the roof of the Academy of Magic for about half an hour, and he had climbed to the roof from outside the academy without attracting any attention from the magicians. It took a lot of effort on his part, but luckily he wasn't spotted by passers-by. People here seem to like to look up at the sky, busy just walking quickly down the street with their heads down.

By this time, he had already found a possible target through a telescope. It was a river in the north of the town on the west coast, and behind it lay a gray town. It is said that there is a notorious gang on the West Coast who often crosses rivers to attack passers-by in areas outside the West Coast towns, looting money and valuable things from them.

Since there were no troops stationed on the west coast, no one spontaneously went to purge them. So that's why they exist to this day, and most people here don't die for a few gangsters who spend their days in the company of bad beer and rats. If Carl had been there, he would have thought that town was out of the realm of Arad.

After deciding on the goal, Marcos did not rush into action. It was still a long time before it got dark, and he first needed to get some information about the town on the West Coast. It took him some more effort to get down from the roof of the academy to the ground, but it was much easier than when he climbed up.

Marcos returned to the surface and began his own quest for information, with a clear goal in mind. So he came to Roger on the high street, and he stood out in a black top hat. He is also one of the most prosperous merchants on the West Coast, and you can find many valuable materials in him. But when it comes to price, he's just as reluctant to let up as Sherlock's profiteer.

"Hello, Levin!" Marcos greeted as he stepped forward. "Daphne. He certainly hadn't forgotten the girl who was exploited by Roger.

"Hello, sir. Daphne replied politely.

Roger put down the pipe in his mouth and spat the choking cigarette to the side. "It's Mr. Cheney, what's the matter with me?"

"How's the business?" Marcos asked with a smile as he lit a cigarette.

"Welcome to the gold rush mecca. Roger took off his top hat and made a gentlemanly bow.

"That's good, very good. Marcos nodded.

Roger put his top hat back on, "If there's anything you need, please tell me." ”

Marcos understood the nature of Roger as a businessman, and he did not expect a simple letter to be able to make a good deal on a certain transaction. So he took off the gold coin pouch that hung from his waist and held it in his hand. "Let me see what I need. ”

Roger simply waved his hand, and Daphne on the side immediately opened the rows of wooden boxes in the carriage behind him, in which there were a variety of dazzling materials.

Marcos stepped forward to look at the order, and he had to admit that he didn't find such a wide variety of materials in Huttonmar or even in most stores on the West Coast. "It's amazing, it's a huge treasure trove. ”

"Is there anything you're interested in, Mr. Cheney?"

"I'm just an ordinary adventurer, so give me some furnace charcoal that can be exchanged for sword oil from most blacksmiths. Marcos took 100 gold coins from his coin bag and handed them to Roger, who didn't even have to do it himself, Daphne would help him with everything. After accepting the money, Daphne took a box of Hearthstone charcoal from a modest wooden box and handed it to Marcos.

Roger doesn't care how much money you buy, as long as he has a business, that's the best. Marcos knew this, so he narrowed the distance between himself and Roger a little. "Levin, I've heard that there's a river in the north, and I believe that for the people of the town there, it should be considered a gift from the gods, right?"

Roger looked at Marcos with a deep gaze, and then smiled, "Mr. Cheney, this information is of no value. ”

Marcos pretended to be surprised and said, "Why do you say that?"

"It's a gathering place for the Grozny gangs. ”

"Grozny? is that...... A name for a town?" Marcos asked, smoking a cigarette.

"That's right, that's the birthplace of the Grozny gang. But now, they've left Grozny behind and come to Sanban Street, the town you see near the northern river. Roger always said in a respectful tone towards his guests.

Marcos nodded, "I see, it's really a complicated gang. ”

"It's just a little strange lately that those who are keen to attack civilians passing by don't seem to be so active anymore. Roger added.

"Well, that's weird, it's so funny. Marcos laughed.

Roger seemed to sense something, "Forgive me for being abrupt, do you want to go there?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to mess with the gangsters, they're not easy to mess with, are they?" said Marcos. "It's time for me to go, see you later, Levine. ”

"Go well, my distinguished guest. Roger took off his top hat again and made a gentlemanly bow, Marcos was used to it, and he just waved without looking back.