"Potsmith," whispered a hooded pedestrian as he strolled through the streets of the southeastern district of Beit City, "and it is not in vain to treat me as a 'backpot' character." ”

It was not someone else who walked, it was the black-robed mage Lillett himself, or the clone he had prepared in advance.

As early as when he returned from Nome, he thought about changing his body, and the clone was activated after the assassination at the Night Banquet at the Grand Veliseur Museum.

However, although he was temporarily out of trouble, Lillett still warned himself not to be careless. He had to find a way to evacuate from Beit City overnight as quickly as possible.

In order not to be traced, he couldn't use the means of magic teleportation, as that would emit spell fluctuations that could not be concealed, and whether it was the Great Vishur, or the Obsidian Council, or the terrifying lich-like spellcaster beside the dragon Pasha, they should all be able to analyze the spell fluctuations to locate the teleportation.

Therefore, Lillett had to resort to some traditional means to allow himself to leave the city of Bait, which had been sealed off. Most of these traditional methods are used to smuggle goods, and if they are used to get the big people to escape, it usually costs a lot of money.

After turning left and right in the alley for a long time, Lillett came to a shop located at the junction of the southwest and southeast districts of Beit. Because he had already made a plan, he was able to find this underworld smuggler's den so smoothly.

Like gerbils, which live in burrows, each with hundreds of rodents, the underworld folks of Beit City have devised a sophisticated warning system: shouting, whistling, nodding, and even simple body gestures are used as a means of spreading information.

Following the customs, the black-robed mage did not speak, but just relied on gesturing and saying a few "incisions" to show his intention. And the smuggling leader, who received a small bag of silver Kate, also made it clear: "I can travel smoothly tonight." ”

The two smugglers were assigned by the boss to lead the way for the trade partner, and Lillett followed them on their journey through the streets again. However, instead of entering a secret passage, they made their way to the terminal near the Beit Landing Wall.

"Why are you here?" Seeing the floating beast suspended at a low altitude, Lillett immediately stopped, and there was already an obsidian orb in his palm, "This is not the property of the dragon Pasha? We-"

"-You've guessed it right," interrupted the black-robed mage as the other party had already settled the bill, and their attitude had become much more perfunctory, "we have a shipment to be transported, you can board the cabin of the floating beast as one of the escorts, and this is the fastest and most convenient way to leave Bait tonight." ”

Lillett was not satisfied with this answer, and even though the hood hid most of his face in shadow, the smuggler standing opposite him could tell by the twitching of his nose and lips that the guest was in a bad mood.

But what then? Lifting his shoulders to reveal a dagger more than a foot long inside, the smuggler lowered his voice and said, "We don't want to make trouble," his companion was doing for him, "and besides, the money you give is only enough to buy a road, and you have to dig a pit and bury people." ”

The corners of Lillett's mouth, which is rarely threatened by others, rose for the first time after changing his body, "I understand......" Just as he was about to launch a spell to turn the two little minions into pus, he suddenly found a familiar figure, "...... I don't want to get in trouble, at least not yet. ”

Seeing that they confessed, the two smugglers glanced at each other, sneered, and waved Lillett to follow them.

Although the service attitude is very bad, this "line" is really relatively safe. At least with the black-robed mage, the group of three was allowed to enter the terminal without any inspection after showing the cargo list.

It's just that when they were about to board the suspension module under the Leviathan Behemoth's derivation, under the mooring tower, several kobold astronauts of the Dragonfamily clan asked them a few words, especially to Lillett, who was "responsible for escorting the cargo", reminding him that he could swallow saliva to relieve the discomfort caused by the change in pressure in his ears when he lifted off and landed.

Having done their job, the two smugglers disguised as shop mates stayed for a while and left, leaving the black-robed mage to occupy a corner of the warehouse and sit quietly waiting for the floating beast to rise into the air.

"Why is she near the terminal," the figure that had just appeared, making Lillett a little uneasy, if he had a choice, he would rather he had never been in contact with him before, "Could it be...... The demon also has ideas for this floating beast?"

It was none other than the Tifflin spy that Lillett had seen in her tent on Carnivo Street before, and her code name was "The Tailor".

And while the black-robed mage was worried about whether the tailor would make any moves and whether it might affect his escape plans, the female Tieflin spy was actually full of worries - the "mercenary" wearing worm plate armor seemed to be out of her control.

"Damn it," watched O'Bud swagger into the terminal with two of his men, dressed as mercenaries, and the tailor behind him couldn't help but itch with hatred, "I was carried away by the power given by the Lord, and I dared to take such a risk." ”

Upon his arrival this afternoon, it was as if Aubard had changed his man, and his fear of the tailor seemed to have vanished. Not only did he forcibly feed the half-demon kobolds under the Tailor's control a large amount of synthetic explosives, but he also forcibly demanded that the Tailor cooperate with him and "do something that impresses the dragon Pasha".

It was true that the tailor could sacrifice many others in order to complete the tasks issued by the Demon Lord, but she never imagined that she might one day be in the position of a victim. Truth be told, it's a really, really bad feeling.

However, there was no way for the tailor to disobey the mercenary wearing the worm plate armor, after all, the other party was much stronger than this Tiflin. She could only follow Oberd's instructions, risking that she might be exposed, called in many hidden people, and personally came forward to handle the various formalities for her to enter the terminal and board the floating beast.