Looking up at the wall clock, Alger saw that it was already past eight o 'clock. He put down the thick glass glass, squeezed through the drunkards, and arrived on the street.
As the Rorsted Archipelago was rich in coal, Bayam was just like mainland cities like Baekeland and Pritz Harbor. The streets were lined with black lampposts as tall as a human, and the light from the burning gas seeped through the metal grids, illuminating the relatively tidy ground.
Alger pulled off his headscarf and slowly turned into a side alley. At the sealed end of the alley, he smelled the stench of urine mixed with the smell of alcohol. Although the Amyris Leaf Bar had a bathroom, it was clearly insufficient for the customers at peak hours. Some of the drunkards who couldn't hold it in and couldn't wait had to find a secluded place to relieve themselves.
The red moonlight pierced through the clouds and shone into the alley. Just as Alger was considering if he should put on a more convincing act, he heard a firm, plump, and amused voice behind him.
"Did you deliberately reveal the news of Blazing to us?"
Not stupid after all … Alger muttered to himself as he slowly turned around, as though he was guarding against a surprise attack.
He saw a figure leaning against the wall about seven or eight steps away. His posture was terrible.
The figure was about 1.78 meters tall and wore a boat-shaped hat. His face was thin and angular, and he looked extremely aggressive.
A lock of black hair hung down, half-covering his left dark-green eye. This softened his cold and stiff appearance.
Although the wanted portrait was often quite different from the person in question, and many famous pirates didn't even need to disguise themselves to roam the city, as a member of the Church, Alger had seen many portraits that were drawn using rituals that were close to photographs. Furthermore, he had participated in pirate conventions, so he was able to successfully link the person in front of him to a certain name on the wanted poster.
He didn't show this. He deliberately hesitated and asked in return,
"The Calm Squall?"
This was Steel Maveti's main helper, a Beyonder who was good at controlling his emotions and thinking calmly, but he was also inhumane. His bounty was 1,500 pounds.
The man tugged at his black windbreaker and revealed a smile without a hint of a smile as he said,
"Can I deny it?
"Hmm … Looks like it won't work. It's just like how you can't deny that you intentionally mentioned 'Inferno' in front of Oluma. He's not a person who likes to use his brain, and I'm the opposite."
"I never thought of hiding it. I just wanted to exchange the information I obtained for some reward. Between the lone Blazing and the numerous helpers of Steel, anyone in their right mind would know which to choose. Of course, I wish for you to keep it a secret. I don't wish to be pursued by Vice Admiral Iceberg, "Alger replied frankly.
Squall nodded slowly and leisurely.
"Tell me the details."
"Just as I mentioned before, I met and recognized Blazing at the Gold Coin Casino. He entrusted me to help keep an eye on Steel's whereabouts. Hehe, he seems to want to counterattack." Alger sneered. "We agreed on a point of contact. I think this information is worth at least 1,000 pounds."
"1000 pounds? Look up at the Bloody Moon. You're not dreaming! "Squall snorted." This might be a trap. Don't you understand? Blazing might have found a helper, which is why he dares to search for us. "
"It's not up to me to judge if it's a trap or not. 500 pounds. Anything less than that, I'd rather pretend that nothing happened." Alger argued for the sake of the reward.
"Three hundred pounds. Come with me to a place and stay for a period of time. This will prevent you from selling this information to others and disrupting our plans. Once we have captured 'Blazing' with this information or connected to his spirit, we'll pay you. Don't worry, food, wine, and bed are all free. No matter what, you've made a profit! If anything happens to you, hehe, you should know the consequences, "Squall suggested in a tone that left no room for refusal.
Indeed, it's just as I expected. With my background unknown and the fact that I'm not in too much danger, the possibility of them choosing to temporarily detain me is far higher than silencing me … However, I've also prepared for the worst and made the corresponding preparations. As long as I'm not careless, escaping isn't a problem … Alger pretended to be troubled as he thought.
"It can't be more than two days, or my crew will leave with my ship."
"I'll inform them if it's more than two days." At some point in time, a sharp scalpel had appeared in Squall's hand. He was making it jump and spin like he was performing acrobatics.
After Alger described 15 Amyris Avenue as a point of contact and the corresponding means of contact, Squall didn't speak further. He turned around and led the way, leading Alger through a series of twists and turns. They arrived at an unknown street and entered an unremarkable house.
"Long time no see, blue-haired Ghost Ship Captain." The person who opened the door was an elder with more white hair than black. He was dressed like a local and wore loose baggy pants.
"Old Quinn, you're really Admiral of Blood's intelligence officer …" Alger feigned surprise as he asked.
Old Quinn snickered.
"There are always truths and falsehoods in rumors. What you think is false might be true."
He didn't turn on the gas wall lamp. He held a silver candlestick in his hand as he led Alger and Squall through the dark hall and into a spacious, windowless basement.
"Stay here for a while. My friends and I will be in charge of watching over you and providing you with food and alcohol," Old Quinn said with a smile. Old Quinn smiled and said, "In order to show our sincerity, we will not disarm you."
"Alright." Alger took the initiative to walk to the low-legged bed in the basement.
Old Quinn then closed the heavy stone door and locked the basement.
Squall didn't stay there for long. He hurriedly left and repeatedly confirmed that he wasn't being followed.
After changing to a rental carriage, he arrived at the Rouen district in Bayam, which was also where the upper class lived.
After entering the garden bungalow, Squall saw Maveti sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for him. His other accomplices were either lying down, standing, or sitting, forming a semicircle. The puppets and zombies were acting as sentries around them.
Steel had thick lips and dark skin. His hair was curled up like steel balls commonly seen in factories.
"Is the information reliable?" The muscles on his arms trembled with great strength, but his entire body gave off the illusion that he was cold and sinister.
Squall nodded and said, "A pirate captain who serves money.
I've already detained him at Old Quinn's place. If there's really a problem, he definitely won't be able to leave alive. I believe he understands this very well. "
At this point, Squall revealed a cold smile.
"However, we still have to be wary of any accidents. This might be a trap set up by Blazing."
"What solutions do you have?" Maveti asked directly.
His gaze first landed on a pirate lying on a sofa. He was wearing a coffee-colored local short robe, and his fingers were twirling a yellow-brown straw hat with a dent in the middle.
This was Maveti's deputy in this operation. He had lost his ship's sixth captain in a battle with Vice Admiral Twilight, Blood Brambles Hendry. His bounty was 3,800 pounds.
"Clearly, Squall already has a solution." Hendry used the straw hat to cover his slightly pale face.
Squall chuckled.
"Didn't that adventurer, John Smith, send Modo to hide his identity and join us? We'll accidentally leak this news to him and make him think that we're still waiting for reinforcements, and that we can only take action the day after tomorrow or the day after that.
"That bunch of greedy adventurers definitely won't let Blazing off. They'll definitely strike first. When the time comes, we'll find a place to watch. If there's really an accident, we'll let them bear the brunt of it. If everything goes smoothly, we'll eat them up as well!"
"Alright." Maveti's eyes moved slightly, emitting a strong bloodlust.
…
In the wee hours of the morning, everything was ready.
Blood Brambles Hendry carried a leather suitcase and took out a peacock-blue carpet from it. He slowly laid it out in front of him. There were many mysterious and strange patterns on it, giving it a flavor that didn't belong to humans.
Maveti, Squall, the other two Beyonders, and seven or eight zombies and puppets stood on it.
Hendry was the last to enter. He half-closed his eyes and silently chanted an Elvish word:
"Fly!"
The peacock-blue carpet suddenly tightened and floated up, carrying everyone off the ground and into the air as they flew towards Amyris Avenue.
During this process, Hendry took out a black handkerchief and flicked his wrist. It transformed into a curtain of night, magically concealing the more obvious traces under the moonlight.
In just seven or eight minutes, they arrived near 20 Amyris Avenue. Diagonally across from them was the target house.
They didn't proceed any further. They let the Flying Carpet silently hover in front of the crown of a thick tree while they looked down at the target's condition.
Time ticked by as Hendry steadily controlled the mystical item. There were no signs of a lack of spirituality.
The long night slowly passed as the horizon suffused a faint red. The Sun was about to rise. Steel Maveti and the pirates began to search for another spot suitable for daytime surveillance.
At that moment, a figure with his back bent nimbly traversed the rooftops and arrived above 15 Amyris Avenue.
He wore a black cloak. His eyebrows were yellow, and his eyes were dark blue. His facial features and contours were relatively soft. It was none other than Blazing Dhaniz!
Dhaniz cautiously looked around for a moment before climbing up a chimney. With a push of his hand, he crawled in and slid down.
He's really here? Steel Maveti, Blood Brambles Hendry, Squall, and the others felt their spirits jolt.
At that moment, a few figures leaped out from the chimneys and periphery of Houses 13, 14, and 17. In a swift and violent manner, they entered House 15 from different positions, either by smashing windows, kicking open doors, or using the chimney.
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