Belém, the "Blue Diamond", is located at the easternmost end of the river, next to the endless "Sea of Miracles". Benefiting from its geographical location and the mainland's famous deep-water harbor, the city has become synonymous with rolling gold coins from the moment it appeared in the history of the mainland.

Every day, countless foreign goods were unloaded from here and sold throughout the kingdom and beyond through the wagons of merchants. There are also the specialties of the whole continent, from which they are reloaded and shipped to distant countries on the other side of the sea. From priceless works of art to inexpensive daily necessities, fleets of weaving ships came and went, and the enticing sound of gold coins filled not only the merchants' pockets, but also the vaults of the Duke of Belém.

In particular, the Galcella family, who now run the province of Belém, has a small history compared to other ancient gatekeepers, and is only a new upstart who has crossed the threshold of the top nobility with the establishment of the Olem dynasty.

But the members of this family seem to have a natural business acumen, and in just a few generations, they have amassed a wealth that rivals that of a country. When the authority of the family passed into the hands of the current head of the family, Aleramo Garcella, known as the "Eagle of Belém", the city was at the height of its prosperity.

However, now the Duke of Aleramo is not in Belém, because he has received a royal order from the Imperial Council, he has gone to the capital to take over the post of Imperial Prime Minister. The current lord of Belém is his twin brother, Angelo Garcella. Although Angelo only has one count, it is clear to the aristocratic circles of Olem that the number two person who holds the real power in the province of Belém is no less capable than his brother, and even better, but this is another story.

At nightfall, after a day of hustle and bustle, the city of Belém finally takes on a tranquil side in the slowly growing night. The full moon hanging high in the sky sprinkled a cold light like water on the harbor surrounded by arms, and the calm sea swayed and was gilded with a sparkling silver glow.

The ships with their curtains folded lined up along the pier, the gentle crash of the waves against the hull and making a low sound. Cross the quay square that wraps around the shore. Countless houses spread out from here, forming the bulk of the city. Along the rooftops, you can see the flickering lights in the criss-crossed streets. Figures laughing loudly, smelling the smell of food, and even the sweetness of wine mixed with the air.

In a gravel alley in the middle of the city, the "Black Onyx" tavern is usually the busiest time of the day. Regulars and newcomers crowd the lobby on the first floor, and the heat is mixed with alcohol. Pushed the men's emotions one after another. The noisy shouts and the bright tunes in the hands of the luthier constantly compete for dominance of the building, and quiet, a freehand word that never appears in the night "black onyx", never will.

Of course, exceptions are always pervasive in every corner of life, and in the deepest private room on the second floor of "Black Onyx", two figures sitting side by side are engaged in this special conversation, and on the other side of the square table placed in front of them, the vacant seats seem to be waiting for the visitors who should have belonged here.

One of them was an extremely handsome young man, especially those very smart eyes. As if he couldn't stop for a moment, he kept looking at the layout of the entire private room. The other one was a little weird, his figure was wrapped in a dark hooded cloak, and he looked a little mysterious, and they were naturally Solam and Aemond.

As planned, Sovereign and his party arrived in Belém as scheduled on the third day after he awoke, this morning. Thanks to the old captain Legb and his Riptide Warrior, they were more than twice as fast as ordinary passenger ships, and they were under the control of Legb. In the bustling city of Belém, they found a nice hotel and settled down with great difficulty.

After this, by virtue of the only captive. The Vice-Captain Chara received the code words from the mouth of the joint and the location given in the letter, and the two of them arrived at the "Black Onyx" tavern. Truth be told, there was no special information on Paislin's letter, only an address in the city of Belém. However, through the information provided by the old captain Legeb, the secret inside story of the "Black Onyx" tavern gradually surfaced.

The actual operator of this tavern is a guy named Fisburn, who is the city of Belém. Even the largest slave smuggler in the entire Olam Kingdom, countless slaves are shipped overseas from him every year. However, because this is a difficult transaction, his reputation is not very prominent.

Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine Peslin's purpose, he wants Sovereign to disappear completely in the kingdom of Orem, to say that it sounds like exile overseas, but it doesn't sound good, it is in some strange country or desert island, to fend for himself. Of course, he was reluctant to get his brother's blood on his own hands, which was the usual attitude of the aristocracy when dealing with political prisoners or blood rivals.

The rest was simple, a crazy plan was conceived by the likes of Tandra and Solam. Since it was impossible for Fisburn to have seen Soveland, they took the vice-captain Chara to a hoarse throat, broke the tendons of his hands and feet, and stuffed him into the carriage as a stand-in for Soveland, and took him to the "Black Onyx" tavern. Given the crimes Charra committed against Soveran, no one cares whether he lives or dies, in other words, he deserves it.

As for why the two of them sat here quietly, it was because they said to the waiter: half a piece of black bread, a raw lamb chop, two glasses of strawberry juice, plus a brig, pack it, and we'll take it. Just when Aemond thought he would be kicked out of the tavern as a troublemaker, they were taken to a private room on the second floor by the returning waiter, who told them that it would be fine soon, and that they would be ......

Aside from this strange codeword, the two guys in the private room had no sense of being in danger, and they were chatting nonchalantly about things that had nothing to do with the joint. Just as Tandra said to Essaouiran as they were leaving: let them go, you don't need to worry about their safety, you just have to pray that these two violent men don't kill the entire tavern......

"What would you do if I slashed your sword head-on with my sword?" asked Aemond, leaning lazily back in his chair, stretching his limbs. "Do you raise your sword to block, or do you want to retreat?"

Since reuniting with his father, Tandra. He was given testimony about Soram's true strength. It was the battle that Sirian mentioned to Tandra after the duel with Soram. In Cyrian's words, Solam's strength was on par with him, and the reason why Soram was defeated at that time. The main reason is the underestimation of the enemy, not the disparity in strength.

Aemond had also asked Tandra who would win if it was a one-on-one match, and Tandra had little hesitation. gave the conclusion that he would eventually lose.

Since then, Aemond has been pestering Solam, constantly engaging in mock battles with him, but he has never won yet. Today, they are talking about the same thing again.

Barely thinking about it, Soram replied, "I'll take a step forward before you slash," he said, "holding your sword-holding wrist with my left hand, and slashing at your chest with the weapon in my right hand." ”

Aemond was stunned. Suddenly leaned forward from his chair. "You know I can handle weapons with both hands, and I have a dagger in my left hand when I attack," he said, gesticulating, "I'll hold the dagger against your attack and ......"

"My friend, no more...... Solam interrupted him directly, "while you are parrying, I will take advantage of the situation to press your wrist holding the sword to your side, and use the withdrawn weapon to cut at your neck and wrist at the same time...... Whatever you choose, you're either killed on the spot. Either I cut off a hand and the battle is over. ”

Aemond's face changed several times, and he seemed to be angry. "At the same time, you tell me at the same time, how can you attack my neck and wrist at the same time?"

Solam reached into the darkness beneath the hood, as if rubbing his temples. "First. Whether you admit it or not, I am more powerful than you. "Second...... Well, bring the dagger. He said and hooked his palm at Aemond.

"Here you go!" Aemond pulled a dagger from his waist and handed the handle to Solam with his back grip.

Taking the dagger, Solam looked around. From the candlestick on the wall panel of the private room, a candle was pulled out and placed on the table. "Look!" as soon as he finished speaking, the dagger in his hand shook out like a serpent's letter. A cold glow of regression was wiped on the white candle, and he withdrew to his side.

Aemond was stunned. "You, how did you do that?!" he stared at the candle with round eyes.

"Fighting, grinding, blood......" Solam returned the dagger to Aemond, "my experience, you can't imagine." ”

Aemond turned his head with difficulty. "How do I exercise to do that?"

"You're late...... Solam nodded solemnly, "You're too old, everything that should be stereotyped is set, do you still expect a carved stone, what else can be molded?......

"Damn, can't you say something nice?" Aemond grumbled in frustration, leaning back in his chair. However, he knew very well that Solam was not lying to him, the strength of a warrior came from talent on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was tempered in the crucial years of his youth, and as for diligence, there was no need to mention it at all, it was a necessary condition. The closer this situation is to the peak, the more obvious it becomes.

"Nice...... You don't have to be too frustrated, the gap between you and the powerhouses of this continent is just a table away, in fact, it is not far away," Solam seemed to use himself as the best example, "In the Olam Kingdom, there should be no more than ten people who can beat you. ”

"Strong, are you talking about yourself......" Aemond said disdainfully.

"Of course. Soram nodded.

"Well done...... You'd better not speak...... Thank you!" As soon as Aemond finished speaking, he noticed that Solam's hood had turned in the direction of the doorway, "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Someone has come over, it should be the main master. Soram said, pulling his hood back to reveal his long gray-white hair and cold eyes.

"Well, do you find it weird to sit in a room and wear a hood?......"

As soon as the words fell, the curtain in the private room was opened, and two unfamiliar figures walked in from the outside. One of them was slightly chubby, with a round head with shaved hair and a pair of small shrewd eyes. The other was slightly indifferent, his gaze just glancing at Solam and the others, and then moving somewhere else.

"I'm sorry, two honorable gentlemen, for keeping you waiting," the bald man said with a natural look on his face, owing to Solam and Edmond, and then sat down on the opposite side. The other man stood in the corner of the private room with his hands behind his back. "These days, it's not easy to make some money, there are always some annoying trivial things that stumble your hands and feet, so that you can't live in peace for a moment......"

The image of the other party and the description of Legb soon overlapped, and Soram was right, the bald man was Faisburn. On the other hand, although Faisburn said so, the real purpose was to show the two people in the private room to see if there were any tails coming with him. However, judging from the other party's expressions, it seems that they don't care very much about this.

As soon as he sat down in his chair, Fisburn gestured to the door, and soon two waiters with trays filled the table with a very large amount of food and wine, and then bowed out. "I like to talk while eating, it makes me feel at home," said Fisburn, picking up his knife and fork and cutting into the lamb chops on his plate, "You ......" He was about to continue with a polite remark, but when he looked up, he found that the two opposite him had swept away without any scruples.

"Try this, blueberry jam and low-temperature baked bread," Aemond said as he dragged the whole plate of bread directly in front of him, suggesting to Solam, "Oooh-oh...... And this one, it's a Sea of Miracles, isn't it??" He patted his head at a small plate of pale red sauce, "By the way, the caviar of the deep-sea rainbow scallops!

Soram shook his head in disapproval. "This is the most expensive on this table," he said, holding up the flask, pouring himself a full glass of orange-yellow liquid, and then taking a small sip, "the desert spirits from Aranok are a little short, but they're pretty good." When he saw Aemond pick up a plate of steak, he decisively suggested, "If I were you, don't touch it, although the ingredients are good, but the cook's heat is a little too ......"

"Really?" Aemond scrutinized it, reluctantly putting down his plate, "Well, you're right. ”

Fisburn watched the plates of food on the table quickly gather towards the opposite side, and a grotesque thought came to his mind - it seems that I am the master here, right?" "Ahem......" He coughed twice, trying to resolve the embarrassment at the table, "Two, it looks like we're here to talk......

Before he could finish, a pitch-black key flew from the other side of the table. Fisburn hurriedly left his knife and fork and reluctantly caught it with both hands, but the juice stuck to the key splashed him all over. "Outside the door, the black carriage, inside is ......," said Aemond, whose mouth was full of things, and he slurred his words.

Fisborne's face sank, his small eyes radiating cold as he glanced at Thoram and Aemond, his palms trembling under the table, almost on the verge of rage. No one on his turf has dared to be so rude to him. (To be continued.) )