Hopefully, while good, the course of events is often tortuous.

I knew what might happen, and I prepared for it, but I was still worried when there was a commotion coming from the docks. But now there is no way but to resign yourself to fate.

When the ship also began to make noise, it was natural to pull the weapon out. This is being discovered!

But when I think about it, I am full of doubts about what went wrong, and the last thing I can think of is whether the mountain lion that was shot will be discovered!

When you push it into the sea, it really sinks to the bottom!

Although I have doubts and worries, there is no definite signal that it is better to wait and see what happens when I am discovered. There was a sound of talking in the cabin, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps, and I subconsciously ducked back, but my ears were not idle. The voice came from far and near, and I heard some words. But it's nothing more than a double-check, a good check, and something like that.

When I heard this, I wondered if it wasn't what I thought.

The further you went in, the more the footsteps became quieter, and when you reached the end of the cabin, you could feel that the guard seemed to be very cautious, and the footsteps were even a little unconfident.

Ha, it's actually fear. There's not a lot of sunshine in here, and it's a bit creepy. Of course, I didn't want to cause them any trouble, so I went around in circles with those two guys. The two men spoke loudly to embolden themselves, but it was clear from their words that they wanted to leave now. Originally, I wanted to exude a little so-called murderous aura, but on the one hand, I don't know how to exalt it, and on the other hand, all I can think of is to stop inviting some good guys if they are noticed or make them feel strange.

Let's keep it low!

I also know what they are looking for in the conversation between the two men, not my horse that has been discovered, but the guards of the sentry who have been slaughtered and they are now searching the whole city.

When I realized this, my heart relaxed. After a day of waiting, the ship finally set sail!

There was a slight creak in the rocking cabin, and the smell of the ocean didn't remind me of anything else, but rather felt a little warm. The journey at sea became very boring after two days, and I wandered around the cabin at night, first of course to find out who would receive my horse and what would take it if it came ashore.

After about a week or so of the journey, I heard the call sign and the bell, and leaned down on the only small window to look out, I should have arrived in Hong Kong. It's just that the current port of Minahir is not at all the same as it was back then.

When the ship docked, I made an appointment to see when the crew and dock workers would come to carry the cargo, and when it would be best for me to blend in with them.

The waiting time after the port made me restless, and finally I was ready to mingle out after the sound of footsteps and talking. I didn't change the crew's clothes, and I didn't really want to get rid of the bits and pieces on my body. I stepped out from behind the cabin while a bunch of workers were busy, and although they were surprised to see me come out, they didn't say anything. Although I muttered a few words, it wasn't a big deal.

I just walked out, and before I left, I looked at my horse, which had not yet been transported. These things can be tossed around for a while, but there is one thing that makes me feel bad, that is, what will the inspectors think of this skeleton war horse when they arrive?

Stepping out of the cabin, it was natural to walk up to the deck and help a worker carry the boxes off the ship. But when I stand on the dock and think about my horse, all I can think of is that if that person knows the goods, or has a good brain, he should not make a big deal and ask for compensation, if the inspection of the person's IQ is really not high, or for other reasons, my horse will probably cause more trouble.

I had been watching them unload my horse at the dock while it was already night. The dock workers only move out, the crew only cares about the goods landing, and the people who come to pick up the goods don't care if it's day or night. Generally speaking, the goods should be signed for immediately when they land, but because of the loss and other problems involved, they are generally not received during the day and at night, but after all, this is a living thing, and the person who receives the goods still comes.

Now I can't get my hands on it, so I can only wait for them to inspect the goods, and sure enough! Something went wrong when the big box was found, but when the man pulled the horse out, everyone was in an uproar! Some were scared and hurriedly hid back, some screamed, and the man who led the horse sat directly on the ground.

Ordinary people are not afraid of this kind of thing, which is understandable.

Just when everyone was afraid to approach, I whistled. The horse stood up at once, and then ran. The horse ran into the dark alley as the horse ran away from the people in front of him.

All of a sudden, the dock exploded.

Although the group was in a mess, no one dared to chase them. So I ran in the direction of the horse. One of the advantages of this horse is that it is more obedient than a live horse, and it is waiting for me after I whistle again.

The city was converted from the orc military port, and now it is comparable to a large city, and once the city grows larger, there will be some dark corners in it. I didn't know where it was, but I could tell if it was a poor person living or a rich person living in it by the style of the building, the strong smell of feces and urine on the roadside, and the lights.

It was easier to find a dilapidated house in a dimly lit alley, and I didn't dislike it, so I shoved the horse straight in. Let's talk about it tonight.

But the night went on peacefully, and the next morning I went to the docks to look around, and although some of the guards were still at the side of the box, it was evident that they did not seem to be so attentive. I also went to the neighborhood to listen to what they had to say, but after listening for a while, I looked at the expressions on the faces of the guards, and it was obvious that the person who reported the crime was hallucinating. Seeing this scene, my heart relaxed a little.

It makes me feel good to be back in the world, but here's the problem...... I don't have any money!

Money is the most important thing in human society besides air. Immediately die without air, without money...... In two days, I will still be dead. Although I don't need to eat two meals a day like a living person, and I will be hungry if I don't eat, but dealing with living people for money is the fastest, best and most effective way.

I'm very good at making money, in ways that aren't very legal, of course. However, I don't put my hand into the pockets of those who don't have any money in the first place, but those who live in mansions, and their money won't necessarily go unnoticed if they lose even a bag of gold coins.

I stepped on the dots during the day and started at night, and after stepping on the dots, I came to the largest tavern in the area, Deep Water Hotel.

Pushing open the door of the tavern, a wave of enthusiasm for life rushed to my face. A wine glass slammed into my face and slammed into the doorframe, splashing me with the liquid in the glass. A lively bar fist is taking place in the tavern.

This is not seen in the Kingdom of Stormwind, it can only be seen in the tavern of Kul Tiras, and it will also be found in Alterac. When two drunkards have an argument over an argument, it is permissible to fight on the spot. And everyone was happy to see this scene, and the joy of everyone was comparable to that of the Winter Veil Festival.

Everyone would immediately get up and make room large enough for the two of them to greet each other's cheeks with their fists, and if there was a band playing and singing in the tavern, it would generally play that kind of exciting music. Some tavern girls will add fuel to the fire, and then they will spread their legs and show a more bloody picture, and everyone will go crazy all at once, and some will take the opportunity to open bets, and many will pay for it. At this time, the thief will generally not look at the poor sailors and crazy men, but at the people who hide to the side or subconsciously avoid them.

But this kind of thing usually doesn't end quickly, and the performance of the bar girls is usually never seen, which is not the same as paying to show you alone in a room. So there will always be those who are attracted by this exciting picture and move forward. If that person happens to be a stranger, he will inevitably be patronized.

The louder the shouting in the tavern, the better the business of the house, and it is also a stroke of luck to encounter this kind of festival as soon as you enter the door. The glass was wooden, not broken, and I leaned over to pick up the wine glass on the floor and squeezed past the crowd to the bar. The bartender at the bar crossed his arms and watched with interest at the people fighting over there, and several people on the side of the bar were also sideways to enjoy the exciting picture.

Placing the glass on the bar, the bartender just smiled and glanced at me. In fact, I really didn't have any money on me at this time, but everyone's attention was not here, so it was a little less embarrassing. But just as I sat down in my seat and moved my buttocks, my eyes inadvertently fell on the hands of the person next to me.

I looked carefully and hurriedly glanced at the bartender, and he didn't bother to pay attention to me at this time, I was afraid that I was wrong and looked at it carefully, I don't know if I don't see it, and I feel that the strings in my heart are being stretched again. That guy wears a steel ring on his little finger, and that ring is familiar to me!

Because I used to have one, too.

Secretly I looked at the person next to me, he was wearing quite ordinary, black-gray linen clothes, the sleeves rolled up showed very strong arms, his face, neck and arms were tan, the rough skin looked like a coolie, but there were no tattoos on his arms, and his clean skin was generally not a gang member. His chin was clean, too, and he should have been about thirty years old.

His shoulders are broad and his neck is thick, but I know who he is when I see his ears.

And when I looked back at his finger, I saw that the bartender was staring straight at me.