Old rust, blood, the foul smell of promethine from the engine, and the liquid dripping from the inhuman mud, such a chaotic and disgusting place, great lords, loyal servants, and wretched people who don't know what to do.

It is in this small warehouse, from the highest to the lowest, four people, four positions are connected into a long line that is unrelated to each other and closely fitted, and fate is flowing, from people's hearts, palms, and unclear states to connect into a vague fate.

But no one knew that this time was special, painful and fortunate for old Chester, when he dumped goods as he usually did, a batch of unsightly Spirit crafts.

For his days were awakened in the dust of the mantle of Lord Alan Bair, and he entered into vengeful evil.

He doesn't have a bad heart, and he doesn't like too many material things, because he has no real needs, and he doesn't have time to leave the Dark Harbor for too long, but even so, he still steals and sells those priceless and shady things with a vengeance.

Then the bombing came, death continued, in a hurry, he was too old to squeeze into the bomb shelter, but because of this he found this warehouse, and even had time to bomb the gaps, and in the cold winter in the future, he temporarily went to the shops and houses to get items for his own use.

Until a ruffian pries open the door of the warehouse and fights him by chance, the thug needs his flesh, clothes, and supplies, until the emperor's luxury car crashes into the place.

He still thanked him again and again, and said. "Emperor forbid, if it weren't for your arrival, this place would not exist without me, even if the edge of the car rubbed my skin, it would still be good for me." His words were inexplicably negative, and Lord Margron stepped down from the body of the car and said. "Poor child, lost lamb, your words are full of confusion and trouble, timidity and pain."

Old Chester could feel his fatherly affection, he had never seen his parents in his life, and that feeling made him subconsciously thank, even if the lord had done nothing, that charm belonged only to the pious. "Thank you, sir."

Margron asked him. "Why thank me because I'm a lord?"

Old Chester replied. "Because you showed me the light I shouldn't have, even if it's fake, like the car that just deflected a little bit will kill me, but so what, the result is help, then it's fine."

He became a little paranoid, and those experiences led him to start making life creeds for consequentialism, and he bent over and bowed, his old joints clicking. "Old Chester, I am happy to serve you, not only for the sake of my own modest life, but also for the results of that luck."

"Oh~ what a great ideal and dedication, sir, sir, but you are skinny and weak, how can you help us?" The Almiron allotters were sensitively aware of the fact that this person was the same as the lord, and he would not condone the possibility of a person reaching a high position like him, such as becoming a confidant of a fortress lord, right and left.

And his pickiness is also in place, how an old man expresses the value of his existence, old Chester can't tell, he can only say. "I'm good at clearing, counting, no matter how many goods I can calculate clearly, one by one."

"You're an employee of the port, how come I haven't seen you." This remark drew the attention of Margron, who had preached in the harbor but had never seen the old man, who must have been an impressive man as he had said.

But before old Chester could answer, the "loyal" Almiron suddenly pushed the lord away and spoke. "My lord, stay away from this nonsense man, I used to manage the port, and there is no such employee, at least his clothing is not up to standard." The urgency of the tone, of course, had not yet revealed his timidity, but he realized that he was very close to something, and this had already collided with his interests.

Old Chester was just categorical at the moment. "I have worked all my life for an unspeakable port, where I know all the flowers and plants, and every account flows through my hands, my lord, this is all I have, if you need it, pour out your pocket!"

Before Almiron could speak, trying to refute Chester's "gibberish", the lord shouted. "Great, driver, and Mr. Almiron, the drivers will clean up the impudent people from the engine, and then we will go to the local barracks, and the Thunder and the Emperor's reputation will go to Dark Harbor to defend our homeland!"

Almiron, the old gentleman clenched his fists and said superficially. "Yes, sir." But he couldn't help but worry in his heart, his position was not so solid, for this lord, a beautiful mouth, a person who could speak well and actually competent, that one was easier to be excluded, he was still very clear!

It's just a coincidence, implicated in the emperor's silk thread, such as under the leadership of old Chester, this outlaw who originally went to sell his own private proceeds became the hope of war, or even a hero?

It was a word that old Chester did not dare to think of, but it was actually in front of him, a wonderful revenge for his former master, a chance to expose the existence of the Dark Harbor, and an opportunity to save people from fire and water and help the emperor accomplish his great deeds.

The engine of the floating car made another sound, and the hood that was completely distorted and unusable was ruthlessly thrown off and left in the old warehouse, and it took them about half an hour, and the bombing stopped slightly, Almiron wiped the filth from his gloves, a mass of dark red flesh that could not be buckled for a long time like a curse, he liked the gloves very much, but he could only take them off in disgust, and then discarded them.

The driver urged him urgently, because they didn't have much time, and it was better to get out of here quickly if they didn't want to be roasted by the big guns, Almiron replied. "Yes, yes, yes!" Appears impatient and impatient.

He stepped into the car, not used to the position of the lord to give to a refugee, nor used to the strange smoke and trembling and shaking from the engine of the car, but he still tried to maintain his demeanor and endure his emotions.

It is one of the three large camps of the rear fortress, the defense battalion 34 and the PDF stationed therein, the local 46th defense army was selected, about 20,000 troops, plus the lord's private army of 10,000, a total of 30,000 people, and the assembly of troops, communication at all levels, the distribution officer still uses his lord's family crest and majesty to arrange things in an orderly manner, I have to say, he is obviously a person who cannot be replaced, but he often thinks of himself as a lonely boat in the wind and rain, although he is like a tiger, but he is still too vigilant.

When several officers walked up to him with their heads up, dressed in dark green military uniforms similar to the history of the Empire, but without real bulletproof armor, and wearing weapons that were only automatic guns, such as other handle revolvers, such as the other handle revolver in the belt around their waists, they naturally bowed to this respected red man. "Mr. Almiron, what's going on?"

They had probably all taken the food that Almiron was looking after, and gave him the green light even more, and in terms of human sophistication, the allotment officer did a very good, quite good job.

He sighed and said. "The enemy is going to attack, we need to set up defenses and settle the matter, for the sake of the emperor and this territory."

"A landing battle?" An old officer at the rank of colonel couldn't help but ask, to be honest, the pdf here has not fought infantry warfare for hundreds of years, and although they are assisted by private soldiers brought by the lord, their soldiers also seem too inexperienced in combat.

"There's no time to hesitate, sir, you'd rather hide here and watch the bombardment, but if you don't hinder the enemy, the next thing will be those people rushing into the bunker slaughter, or the bomb shelter, don't think there are any living people!" Almiron had seen the situation clearly, fight or die, his words pierced the officer's heart like nails, and the old colonel looked at the others and shouted. "Let's go!"

Vehicles, trucks, and troop carriers advanced under the thick dark clouds against the wind and snow, which effectively delayed the speed, and although the war was urgent, it still took them half a day to reach their destination, and at the same time the lord's private soldiers had already begun to clear the place.

This place is also different from the desolation that most people imagine, but a place far away from the city but still inhabited, a logistics factory, with its thousands of employees to meet the transportation of the entire city, this is the concentration of blood vessels, and there are many houses next to it, large and small, which have been almost bombed.

And the dark harbor is almost ironically covered under people's noses, around people's closely related work, transportation, like rooted trees, slowly sending goods to the hands of sellers, absolutely hidden, and no one finds it.

The officer looked at his destination with a telescope in hand and said. "I didn't expect that next to the cosmetics my wife bought, it might be an alien evil creation preparing to be sent to the nobles." His tone was playful, more dissatisfied with what the previous lord had done.

Almiron just sat in the uncomfortable seat of the armored car and crossed his legs. "So what, there are unclean things in this world, and someone can take food out of the mouths of displaced people." His words were self-deprecating, but the officer only smiled and replied. "But my wife is not a refugee, she is the most beautiful woman in the whole block, and she is also the wife of the major, how can it be compared?"

Yes, how can it be compared, Almiron smiled bitterly, if the world really cares about those subordinates, he will not be so mercenary, he covered his face with his coat, and said. "It's your business to fight, I wish you good luck and prosperity, ask the driver to drive the armored car to the periphery of the dark harbor, and I'll sleep for a while."

He said this so that he was always by the side of the lord, and at the same time he was really sleepy, and secondly, the enemy would never bomb this place, because they needed it.

The major muttered to himself. "Clever ghosts." And then said to the soldier who was driving. "Send him to a stop near the entrance to see if he'll be so calm after the heretics put a gun on his head."

It's just that no one noticed that in the crowd there was a young man who mixed into the ranks without statistics, he sorted out his military uniform, no one cared that the clothes seemed to be fake, and even he got the title of non-commissioned officer for himself, so that many people saluted him, he saluted one by one, and then walked into a car, and the soldiers looked at the officer in flattery.

"Sir, you?"

The young man pointed to his neck and said. "Don't ask, borrow your car for a while, and take out the kettle."

The soldiers raised their kettles in disbelief, and the officer held up a bottle of transparent glass, one person filled it, and poured a lot, and someone lifted the kettle and sniffed it.

"Wild snakes! That's a good thing, thank you, sir! He immediately put his mouth on it, and poured the liquor into his internal organs, more to increase his guts, so as not to collapse himself, two or three times, and his cheeks were red.

The wild snake just said. "Bitter?"

The soldier coughed several times. "Bitter death! But good..."

The wild snake asked as he lay on his hard seat. "What's so good about crying?" Feeling the vibration of the armored car's engine again, the soldier replied dumbly. "People say it's good, it's thick, and it's expensive."

"Yes, bitterness is good." He watched as the car vanished into the dark interior of the factory, weaving through the staggered conveyor belts, he had only come here to protect the lord from harm, he was not sure if this bitter defense would be victorious, or if it would take long enough, he was a man who could not afford to gamble, which is why he always toiled.

But he was not disgusted with his toil, and his brothers came here one after another, because if they wanted a new stability, they had to pay something, but fortunately the guards in this place were stupid, and his subordinates came in one after another as officers, and they had occupied many positions.

The serpent's gaze followed the armored car downward, into the place where it would soon become a bloody meat grinder, until his sensitive nose smelled a mixture of stimulants, saliva, and ink, and he was a little unaccustomed to it, and his gaze followed the smell, and he saw a monster full of things drive in front of him.

A truck was filled with dozens of tall giants with muscles, bones and twisted bodies, like cross feeding troughs for livestock, placed in the middle of the truck's bare shed, and a steady stream of stimulants, drugs, and muscle-strengthening drugs were constantly being fed into them.

The Flogger... The term flashed through the snake's mind, and he almost froze at the monster that was born for war, although he was often in danger, but war, this was the first time...

He couldn't help but lose his mind a little, until the soldier who was too drunk to see the monster tugging at his clothes asked. "Sir, what do you see?"

The serpent thought for a moment. "Hell, I saw hell." He suddenly changed his words again, took out a set of playing cards from his pocket, and said. "It's still a while before we arrive, does anyone want to get there?"

The soldiers all nodded. "Yes, sir, that's great." Wild Snake sorted out the playing cards, shuffled them like a dealer, and said. "Help me draw one first, that one will represent the next luck, a very accurate divination."

A soldier nodded, then quickly drew out a card, yes, clown, colloquially called, ghost card, he asked. "Sir, what does this mean?"

The serpent scratched its head. "This card is not the same, a deck of cards is one of it, and it becomes our destiny, then."

Wild Serpent said. "There are a total of 13 people in our car, and probably only one of them can come back alive."

(End of chapter)