My eyes do see, for reasons I don't know. But mine did regain my sight. I don't think it's impossible to say that the eyeball was picked out and then replaced, after all, the feeling of being pulled into the eye socket by someone is still fresh in my memory.

My skin has been renewed, and the scars on my body have faded along with it, like a snake.

Medivan didn't ask me what the place was like, but it was enough to know that I was at the bottom of the sea, and I didn't think he really wanted to visit it.

He didn't ask me how I surfaced, and I don't know exactly how I surfaced. But I still have the impression of being dragged by two Naga arms across the ocean floor before I passed out.

Indeed, it is not easy to go into the dark depths of the sea in the body of a mortal.

What does the ocean floor look like?

It's not what you might think, there's no light in the places I've seen anyway. There was no light at all, it was pitch black, and it was their eyes that glowed. Nothing else can be seen.

I'm sorry I can't tell you what the bottom of the sea looks like, it's the truth, I didn't lie to you.

I asked Medivan what they were going to do, and instead of answering me, the mother and son asked me what I was going to do. I said I'm going to the north, and there was no change in the faces of the two.

The last question Madison asked me before we parted was where Lothar was when Ryan was killed. I said just ran out of your collapsing house. I asked him if he knew who had killed Ryan, and he just gave me a faint look and turned away.

"But I was there when Lothar died." I said, and he strode away without the slightest pause as if he hadn't heard.

This was the last time I saw the Guardian. This is a completely unqualified guardian in my heart.

Of course, the two of them would not stay with me, and even said that they would leave in a hurry. It made me feel very uncomfortable, but of course they were right to go, and we had an accident that night.

I didn't care about the people on the boat that night, and I don't know if they came back or not. But the next morning I heard from them that someone had not returned.

I was worried if it would be a Gilnethian, but the Gilneth showed up on deck very neatly and cleaned up quite neatly.

This kind of night failure must be punished, even if you come back in the middle of the night. Of course, if I were the captain of the ship, I would never allow such a thing to happen.

There are also people who joke about whether they fell asleep in a pigsty when they were drunk, or whether they are lying in the gentle village of a woman who is not warm enough. I wasn't the captain so I didn't pay much attention, but by dusk I still hadn't returned.

It seems that something must have happened in this situation, but I heard from the people around me that this guy shouldn't run away.

So I suggested going out and looking for it, and when the bell rang in the town to go to bed, I would return to the boat and gather whether I could find it or not.

Still no news.

As I watched the chattering crew go back to their cabins and go to sleep, I could feel as if there was going to be a small change in the group.

I approached Phil Laren and told him how I felt, his tense face looking scared of what would happen to the newly pulled group. He asked me what to do, and I said that if I couldn't find it tomorrow, I would have to get out of here anyway. Something has to be done, even if it's something inhumane, but something has to be done instead of letting this group of people do nothing.

The next day, I asked them to go to the sheriff's office, and the news came quickly. The unlucky guy was found.

In the morgue of the dock security office, the body was covered with a linen cloth, and the tattoos on his body confirmed his identity, but his body was swollen with blisters, his face was swollen, and his stomach was bulging. The wound that was pierced by the knife was swollen, and the yellowish fat was turned out and exposed. The bruises on his body indicate that he had been severely beaten before his death.

I looked at it a few times and walked out with a frown. It's not about the taste, it's mainly because it's really appealing.

Phil Laren's face was gloomy, and the brother next to him was even more at a loss. I smacked my tongue, "You go and prepare the supplies first, and if there is anything you need to do, I will greet you, but don't get off the ship if there is no need." I glanced at them and turned and walked into the dock security office.

As for the matter of claiming the body, the people in the management office were eager to pull it away quickly, and they said that if no one came to claim it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, they would pull it out and bury it. I said this is a human life, so I buried it like this?

The dock management man snorted, and one looked at me with a slanted eye, "Do you know why he died?" ”

I shook my head, "You're an outsider, right?" ”

"What does it matter?"

"Since it's the first time I've come, I have to follow the rules, white, black, gray, no matter what, you'd better obey it, there's no harm, and that guy obviously didn't follow the rules, especially the black one, he not only didn't obey but probably felt that he was still terrible, which made me complain about others."

"Since you know, why don't you care?"

"The owner of the matter has not come, if you don't come, this is a nameless corpse, there will be a record, but no one will take care of this kind of thing, after all, this kind of thing will occasionally appear, and it can't be found." One person said.

"Let's leave after claiming it, bury it early, do things early, and then leave here, it can only be regarded as the tuition fee paid by you rookies here for the first time." The man spoke lightly.

I frowned, "Can you tell me who did this?" ”

Everyone at the table stopped what they were doing, and they all squinted at me, looked at me for a moment, and then snorted disdainfully.

"I advise you not to look for trouble, your life is only one." A middle-aged man got up from his chair and looked at me.

"I just want to know who did it."

As soon as he said this, no one squeaked. Depending on the situation, this group of people who do this don't want to mess with it at all.

Nothing was gained by continuing to ask, so I walked out of the management office and went straight to the dock tavern. The price to find out something in such a mixed place is at most a few copper plates.

It soon became clear from the mouths of several drunkards who the gang was doing this. This gang is the one who watches over the brothels, and it is a gang that specializes in managing brothels, and they have the final say in all the brothels in the city. And the name of the gang is also very consistent with the place where they are sheltered, called the Bloodtide Gang.

I don't know if they bring the menstrual washing when the girls come every month.

And from their mouths, they learned that it would not have happened to be beaten like that, but it had happened that the prostitute's body was destroyed when it was discovered. It's a thing that the whole city knows about the people there.

A few copper plates and a jug of wine in exchange for most of the information I wanted. The leader and stronghold of this gang is in the most famous pink inn in town, the Tide Tavern.

In order to verify that they did it, I went to the tavern myself, pushed the door in, and found that it was really ...... The smell of alcohol, smoke, and inferior perfume is mixed together. And the exposed women on the bar squirmed their waists and hips, and the demeanor on their chests was shaken and trembled, and the shrill bagpipes and the cheers and screams of the audience made me very uncomfortable.

When I found the security guard at the door, I have to say that they are still very qualified, one did not do anything to me, and the other gently told me that they are all here to play, and there will never be such a thing, and they have repeatedly assured me that they are all kind and wealthy.

When I couldn't ask and I felt a little unkind when I asked, three guys came out of the house, and these three guys didn't look like good people, and they directly asked me what I was doing, and when I told them that I was here to ask for an explanation, these three strong men immediately wanted to do something with me.

Seeing this, I quickly hid back, and when I heard them say that they were going to dismantle me, I was sure that they were the murderers.

I told Phil Laren about it when I ran back to the ship, and his initial thought was that more was better than less, and he wasn't going to pursue it, so at first I agreed, but when I got to the cabin, I realized that these guys actually understood everything.

Some of these people are good citizens, but more of them are ruffians who were originally in the Stormwind Kingdom, and even this group of Gilneth seems to be a group of ruffians.

They understood perfectly well that their companions had been beaten and mutilated, and I tested their opinion on the matter and suggested that they should leave the place tomorrow morning, but immediately someone jumped out and pointed out that if such revenge was not avenged, would they have to settle it themselves if something happened to them?

In order to calm their emotions, I can only say that I haven't investigated it yet, but some of them have expressions on their faces that clearly know what I think.

But they didn't say anything. Just then, Phil Laren outside the door pushed the door and walked in. This guy came just in time.

As soon as he entered the door, he announced that the murderer had been found, and he also announced very seriously that he was going to avenge his dead brother tonight, and he also announced that they were going to do it tonight.

Phil Laren glanced at me after speaking, and it was the first time I had seen him with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

The plan of action for the evening was quickly laid out by Phil Laren, who said that he was going to open meat for the dozens of brothers on board.

The wine is strong and intimidating, before the action, he opened the wine he bought and let the group of guys drink, even if there are timid and irresolute people in the drunk collective, it is easy to be coerced and affected to do things that they will never dare to do when they are sober.

And that's it tonight.

The night is dark and the wind is high and the night kills, and tonight the night is beautiful, and the moonlight shines on the ground and spreads on the sea.

They disembarked with knives in their hands.