Looking up at the wall clock, and seeing that it was past 8 o'clock, Alger put down his wine glass made of thick glass, and squeezed the drunks who came and went, and came out into the street.

Because the Rorsted Islands are rich in coal, Bayam, like mainland cities such as Beckland and Prieze Harbor, has human-high black light poles erected on the streets, and the glow of gas burning shines through the metal grid, illuminating the fairly clean ground.

Alger pulled off his headscarf and slowly turned to the side alley, smelling the smell of urine mixed with alcohol at the end of the seal - although there is a bathroom in the fragrant leaf bar, the number is obviously not enough compared to the number of customers during the peak period, and some drunkards who can't hold back and can't wait have to come out to find a secluded place to solve it.

The red moonlight shone through the clouds and into the alley, and while Alger was still thinking about whether to pretend to be a little bit like it, a strong and full voice came from behind him, with a hint of laughter:

"You deliberately leaked the news of 'Blaze' to us?"

Not stupid...... Alger muttered to himself and turned around slowly, as if to guard against a surprise attack.

Seven or eight paces away, he saw a figure leaning against the wall, standing in a very poor posture.

The figure is about 1.78 meters tall, wearing a boat-shaped hat, with a thin face, sharp edges and corners, and an extremely aggressive appearance.

A lock of his black hair hung down, half-obscuring the dark green eye on his left, which softened his own coldness a lot.

Although the wanted portrait is often quite different from the person, and many well-known pirates can roam the city without even wearing disguise, Alger, as an insider of the Church, has seen many ritual-painted portraits that are almost photographic, and has attended pirate conventions, and has managed to associate the guy in front of him with a name on the bounty order.

He didn't show this, and deliberately hesitated and asked rhetorically:

"Calm Squire?"

This is the main helper of "Steel" Mai Verti, a remarkable man who is good at controlling emotions and thinking calmly, but has no humanity, and has a reward of 1,500 pounds.

The man pulled on his black trench coat and said with a smile but without a smile:

"Can I deny it?

"Hmm...... It doesn't seem like it's okay, just as you can't deny that you deliberately mentioned 'Blaze' in front of Oruma, he's not a guy who likes to use his brain, and I'm just the opposite. ”

"I never wanted to hide it, I just wanted to get some money for what I got from it. Between the lone 'Flame' and the many helpers of 'Steel', people in their right heads know which one to choose, of course, I want you to keep it a secret for me, I don't want to be hunted down by the 'Iceberg Lieutenant General'. Alger replied calmly.

Skoll nodded leisurely and slowly:

"Let's talk about it specifically. ”

"As I mentioned before, I met and recognized 'Blaze' at the Gold Coin Casino, and he asked me to help keep an eye on 'Steel', hehe, he seems to want to fight back. Alger scoffed, "We agreed on a point of contact, and I think it's information worth at least £1,000." ”

"1,000 pounds, look up at the Red Moon, you're not dreaming!" Squill snorted, "This may be a trap, don't you understand?" ”

"Whether it is a trap or not, it is not for me to judge, five hundred pounds, below this amount, I prefer to pretend that nothing has happened. Alger argued for the reward.

"300 pounds, you go with me to a place and stay for a while, so that you don't sell this news to anyone else and disrupt our plans, and when we do use this information to catch 'Blaze', or channel his spirit, and pay you again, don't worry, food, wine and bed are all free, no matter what, you earn it! Skoll offered in a tone that could not be denied.

Sure enough, as I expected, given my unclear background and not much danger, they were far more likely to choose temporary detention than to eliminate it...... However, I was prepared for the worst, and with the corresponding preparations, as long as I was not careless, it would not be a problem to escape...... Alger thought for a moment's time:

"It can't be more than two days, or my crew will leave with my boat. ”

"I'll let them know in more than two days. At some point, Skoll had a sharp scalpel in his hand, and made it jump and spin like an acrobatic one.

When Alger described in detail the contact point at 15 Fragrant Tree Avenue and the corresponding contact information, Skoll didn't say anything more, turned around and led the way, leading Alger around the road to an unknown street, and into a house with no features.

"Long time no see, blue-haired Captain Ghost Ship. "The door was opened by an old man with white hair and little black, dressed as a local, wearing a pair of loose wide-legged trousers.

"Old Quinn, you're really a 'blood general' intelligence officer......" Alger said in surprise.

Old Quinn smiled and said:

"Rumors are always true and false, and what you think is false, maybe it's true. ”

He didn't turn on the gas lamp, but held a silver candlestick in his hand, leading Alger and Squill through the dark hall into the large, windowless basement.

"You stay here for a while, and a few of my friends and I are in charge of the guards and providing drinks and food. Old Quinn smiled and said, "As a sign of our sincerity, we will not disarm you." ”

"Good. Alger took the initiative to walk to the low bed in the basement.

Old Quinn then closed the heavy stone door and locked the basement.

Skoll didn't stop there, hurried away, repeatedly checking to see if anyone was being followed.

After a change in a horse-drawn carriage, he arrived at the Rune settlement of Baiam, where the superior people lived.

Entering a garden house, Skoll saw Mai Verti sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him, while the rest of the accomplices were lying, standing, or sitting, forming a semicircle, and the puppets and living corpses were acting as guards around them.

"Steel" has thick lips, dark skin, and curls of hair, like the kind of steel balls common in factories.

"Is the news reliable?" The muscles in his arms shook and trembled, with a great sense of power, but the whole gave people the illusion of being cold and gloomy and not like a living thing.

Skoll nodded and said:

"A pirate captain in the service of money, I've imprisoned him in old Quinn, and if anything goes wrong, he won't get out alive, I think he understands that. ”

Speaking of this, Skoll showed a cold smile:

"However, we still have to watch out for accidents, which can be a trap for the 'flames'. ”

"What can you do?" asked Mai Witty directly.

The first thing he looked at was a pirate lying on a couch, dressed in a coffee-colored native robe, with fingers spinning a yellow-brown straw hat sunken in the middle.

This is the deputy of Mai Veti in this operation, who lost the sixth captain of his ship, "Scarlet Thorn" Huntley, in the previous battle with "Vice Admiral Dusk", and the reward amount is 3,800 pounds.

"Obviously, Skoll already has a solution. Hunter used his straw hat to cover his slightly pale face.

Scowl laughed:

"Didn't John Smith and the adventurers send Modo to hide his identity and join us?

"That group of greedy adventurers will definitely not let go of the 'flames', they will definitely strike first, when the time comes, we will find a place to watch, if there is really any accident, let them bear it, if everything goes well, just eat them together!"

"Good. "Steel" Maiviti's eyes moved slightly, bursting with a strong bloodthirsty urge.

............

In the wee hours of the morning, everything was ready.

"Blood Thorn" Huntley lifted the leather suitcase, took out a peacock blue carpet from it, and slowly spread it in front of him, with many mysterious and strange patterns on it, with a slight flavor that did not belong to humans.

Mai Witty, Squir, two other Extraordinary, seven or eight living corpses and puppets, stood up one after another.

Huntley entered, half-closed his eyes, and silently uttered an Elvish word:

"Fly!"

The peacock blue carpet suddenly tensed and floated, carrying everyone off the ground, rising into the air and flying towards the avenue of fragrant trees.

In the process, Huntley took out a black handkerchief, shook his wrist, and turned into night, covering all the traces that were more obvious in the moonlight.

In just seven or eight minutes, they arrived near No. 20 Xiangshu Avenue, diagonally opposite the target house.

They didn't move any further, letting the "flying carpet" hover quietly in front of the canopy of a thick tree, itself looking down at the opposite target.

As the minutes ticked by, Huntley steadfastly mastered the magical artifact, showing no signs of spiritual inadequacy.

As the night slowly passed, the sky glowed reddish, and the sun was about to rise, the pirates of "Steel" Mavitty began to prepare to find another place to monitor during the day.

At this moment, a figure bent its back and moved swiftly through the rooftops to the top of No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue.

He is wearing a black cloak, his eyebrows are burnt yellow, his eyes are dark blue, and his facial features and contours are relatively soft, it is none other than Daniz "Flame"!

Daniz looked cautiously left and right for a while, climbed up the rising chimney, put his hand on it, got in, and slid down.

"Steel" Mavitty, "Scarlet Thorn" Huntley, Squill and others were in high spirits at the same time.

At this time, several figures burst out from the chimneys and outer hides of houses 13, 14, and 17, and entered house 15 from different positions, either breaking windows, kicking open doors, or using chimneys.