They got into the water. Thanks to a battered fishing net on the shore, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to carry the crate to a depth of several meters without the net being filled with stones.

"I didn't think you had such a safe house," Oak Fist exclaimed. He also casually performed a magic trick, a "magic trick" used by the priest, to dry the clothes of three people.

At this moment, the three of them plus a crate were staying in a tin room under the small patrol boat.

This room is located below the surface of the sea, with an aperture at the bottom for access. The room is topped with a windproof lamp, and the burning blubber candle inside glows a pale blue.

Through the somewhat dim lighting, a vent can be seen, which is connected to the bottom of the dinghy with hoses and ropes. With the help of the dinghy's helm made of hollow pipes, a few people were not worried about the problem of ventilation.

Namen had a look of wisdom on his face, "The search force will definitely check here, but they can't find anything useful at all." Just wait two days, and when the wind has passed, we can escape from the harbor towed by the dinghy above. ”

Oak Fist glanced at Abschroder, saw that the other party nodded, and immediately asked Namen: "How much commission do they have to give you, I mean after the deed is done, after the monster is handed over to those people." ”

As he spoke, he kicked the crate. This move aroused Namen's "vigilance". His face was pale, and the single-edged giant axe he held in his hand was raised a few inches, and the tip of the axe was aimed at the other two.

"Don't worry," Oak Fist waved his hand, "we're not going to eat black." After this dinghy towed the tin house out of the harbor, you must have arranged for a big boat to pick you up. It's actually this line that we're really looking at. ”

"We can give you three times the final payment of that client," Abschroder held out three fingers for the exoskeleton, "as long as you can give up this raider and help us transport something along this route." ”

"Why?" asked Nammon curiously. It's not exactly a disguise, but given the current situation, curiosity is also a normal emotion, "What are you going to ship?" and...... In the past, you were willing to help me, not to share the commission with me, but to test whether I had a more suitable transportation channel. ”

Looking at his suddenly enlightened look, the electric monk and the dwarf investigator looked at each other and smiled. The two men staggered one step at a time, faintly forming a clamp on Namen. Abschrod pulled out a large wallet and threw it at Namen's feet, revealing a thick wad of King's Landing bills. "If it's enough, this money should be enough to rent a slaughterhouse for a year. ”

Namen licked his lips, and the gesture fell into the eyes of the two opposites without question, but they didn't say much.

"Double," said Namen tentatively after a moment of silence, "I won't ask anything more. There is a proverb among the Joms pirates - 'If you want to live long, you must learn to keep your mouth shut'. But I still need to plug the dozens of mouths on that transport ship hovering in the open sea. And ......"

He thought about it, and it seemed like he was weighing the pros and cons of making it clear, but in the end, the urge to increase the price prevailed over caution, "...... You are about to take this catastrophe, but you say that you have taken a fancy to my transportation route...... This means that you may have used this Raider in order to get that thing away...... In other words, this slaughterhouse may disappear from nowhere. ”

"Damn," Namen recounted, looking like he had figured it out, "and this was the last hammer deal, and the transportation route I had painstakingly built could only be used once. If you didn't say it, you have to bring more money......"

“...... Three times the total balance, and you don't have to choose. Without waiting for the gnome investigators to bargain, Oak Fist immediately spoke. As he spoke, a hammer flowed out of his sleeve, "Take the money alive, or you won't get that money until you die." ”

"You forced me!" Namen yelled, and took a step forward, the soles of his feet slamming heavily on the wallet that Abschroder had just thrown at him, "I choose to ask for money! ”

It was another deal, and the terms of performance were met without a hitch. The three of them no longer rattling, but instead sat on the cold floor of the tin room, and each gnawed on dry food.

Oak Fist ate this simple breakfast, and habitually touched the back of his smooth head, where there was a psionic amplifier that he had installed before he became an electric monk.

In the past, he used it to connect and connect to the games released by the gods. But today, after he used it to connect to that game, the first thing he started posting was a post in the chat. "Gold plan, open. ”

Immediately after that, he simply exited the connection. "I'll come when I go," he said, and he picked up the crate that had been placed on the ground, and jumped into the water through the passage under the tin room.

The morning had passed, and the entire city of King's Landing had gradually awakened. After a night's rest, the factory's production began to get back on track, and the streets of the business district gradually became lively.

Despite being in an unremarkable corner of King's Landing, the Slaughterhouse is now revived, like most of the area. Several factories such as the cooperage factory, the cetamine wax processing plant, and the blubber refining plant are also gradually becoming in full swing.

At the door of the warehouses lined up next to the wharf, there was a long line of transport workers who were going to carry away all the hundreds of barrels of blubber stored here: some to be sent to the market of the U-Mulberry Chamber of Commerce, and some to the factories around the wharf.

However, this busy and silent work was interrupted by a terrible howl. The transport workers pushing the cart all looked involuntarily in the direction where the screams came.

As soon as the warehouse door was opened, a warehouse manager entered the warehouse to check the inventory, and immediately the terrible screams were heard. The warriors who were maintaining order nearby, composed of the armed forces of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce, hurried over.

They stormed the open warehouse, only to hear more howls from within. I don't know if it was the sharp-eyed transport worker who suddenly noticed that some kind of reddish liquid was slowly flowing out along the slope of the warehouse door.

"There is blood...... There are monsters! Run!"

With this shout, all the workers dropped their trolleys and ran to the gate of the warehouse area in a panic. At the door of the warehouse, a palm with sharp claws supported the door, supporting a slightly rickety body.

"Roar!"