Namen remained smiling and silent.

The wide tail van drove into the store's warehouse, and a young horseman wrapped in a lead-gray turban approached, unloaded the two mules, and led them to the stable behind the warehouse.

"We're going to have to stay here for two days. ”

After changing into a cotton coat with moire patterns, tying his fluffy black hair into a bun, the clogs with serrated spikes on the boat, and applying some chalk powder to himself to disguise himself as a U-sang merchant, Namen spoke earnestly to his two companions.

"It's not polite to say that, but you don't think that with your clumsy disguise, you can fool the search team that may arrive at any time and make them think you're a U-san, do you?"

Oak Fist slammed as he reached out and gestured to Namen and his height. Unless a leg was sawed off, no matter how disguised they were, the two of them would not be seen as merchants from the Usu.

"Just a small boat, if you can get it, we can pull that cargo out of King's Landing," the electric monk seemed a little agitated, and he was very impressed by last night's raid in the city.

Originally, they had come to King's Landing to steal the machinery that made money.

And in order to be able to escape with the goods smoothly after succeeding, he has already mapped out several transportation routes - in his opinion, the printing machine and the raw materials for printing money are certainly not small objects, and even if they are dismantled into parts, it is unlikely to be transported through a makeshift portal - however, the intensity of yesterday's manhunt in the city has dashed his original optimism.

The reason why they followed Namen to the slaughterhouse was actually to see what the tomb robber had. If he really came to King's Landing to steal the robber in the Soul Tomb, then he would definitely have planned an escape route for himself. After all, he could only receive the full bounty if he delivered that "cargo".

"Surely we can't go yet," Namen objected firmly to Oak Fist's suggestion, a complete departure from the sleek sophistication he had had had used to have at the sandbank outside the city. As if to match the tone of his voice, several men with katana swords came running, some of them were Usan, others some of them were native to Ramsay.

Abrost had an extra short gun in his hand, but the electric monk stood in front of him, covering his colleagues with his sleeve robe. "And what if someone comes to check in a moment, are we going to have a fight with them? Didn't you just say that the Usang merchants here would not dare to provide refuge to anyone who disobeys the will of the scales of the Eternal Order?"

Namen smiled.

"Of course those timid fellows don't," he said, "but the people of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce are different, they store a lot of 'forgotten tax returns' here, so they won't let the search party carry out a thorough search." And we don't stay in any building to make trouble for our friends. ”

As he spoke, he gave a whistle.

The surrounding katana-wielding men immediately surrounded them, and instead of attacking, they quickly cut the ropes tied to the wide tail wagon, and carried the "big guy" inside the carriage, the robber who had been wrapped in layers of linen and a large amount of dwarf all-purpose glue by Abrost, so that it was no longer recognizable.

"With a knife in one hand and a cargo in the other," the dwarf investigator couldn't help but sneer through the exoskeleton's camouflaged sounding device at such an inefficient way of working.

He still had the dagger in his hand, and there were many things that had gone against him, many of which he had caused himself—such as saving Namon who had been involved in a brawl in the tavern—which had made him feel much more upset.

However, before he could finish his words, an accident suddenly happened, as if it was specifically designed to slap him in the face. The mummified warrior shuddered and rolled over, his beastly head "smashing" at a servant who was carrying him on his move.

"Ah......h It's still lucky. Just as the leopard man bit through the gauze with his sharp teeth, preparing to make an opening in his major artery and suck some blood to replenish his strength, Namen noticed something unusual in time.

The "grave robber" kicked the servant away with a single kick, saving his life, only to cut a terrible but not fatal wound in his arm. "Hold him down, don't let him get bloody, and bring some gauze and all-purpose glue," Namen said in succession. The dwarf investigator and the electric monk also put away their thoughts and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The Leopard Man was re-tied into an even more "bloated" mummy, then several times with the same servants using a cable on the docks, and finally in a crate that resembled a coffin. Next, they continued to carry the raider to a small dock at the back of the warehouse.

It was said to be a dock, but there was actually only one berth here, and a small patrol boat used to drive sharks and swashua people was now docked in this berth.

The slaughterhouse is frequented by whaling ships all year round, and marine predators attracted by the casual meat of the whales thrown into the sea by the ships occasionally follow the whaling ships around the nearby waters.

For safety reasons, the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce, which controls the slaughterhouse, dedicates a sum of money every year to hire merchants operating in the area to drive them in small patrol boats to take turns to drive out the dangerous sea creatures.

"Shut your mouths," said Namen, who walked to the top of the trestle, pulled out a small wallet, took out some bills, and handed them to the heads of the servants. The gang was then sent away, leaving only him, the gnome investigator, and the electric monk behind.

He opened the rattan suitcase he was carrying, took out a large bottle of alchemy potion from it, and used a small brush to patiently and meticulously apply the liquid to every crevice of the crate. "That's it, when the waterproof latex is dry, we'll go into the water. ”

"Launch?" Oak Fist glanced at him, then at the small patrol boat, which was in good condition, "This boat can still sail below the surface......" He only said half a sentence, and then closed his mouth voluntarily, and at the same time secretly guarded himself. If Namen had such an advanced vehicle, then his status as a "tomb robber" was really up for debate.

"It can't ......" as if reading through Oak Fist's mind, Namen explained with a smile, "...... But we can. ”