He had made up his mind. Even though Lord Rosaleen had said that there was a secret passage in the castle that led to the port, Brando did not need any secret passage at all. He took the map of the port from the Knight and glanced at it casually. He memorized the terrain of the main entrances and exits, then returned the map.
After rejecting Lord Rosaleen's request for assistance, he entrusted Phoenix's Fire to the former Grand Duke of Antoburo, Blanche, to take care of her. That young lady was quiet and did not express any opinion, but her expression showed that she was not satisfied.
"Mr. Tarkus," he thought for a moment, then turned to the vampire and said, "Now I need you to do me a favor. Go to the Pirate's Bay now and let your ship sail out to sea. Seal off the waters near Rosaleen. Since you usually pretend to be pirates, you shouldn't lack weapons on board, right?"
Tarkus glanced at Incirsta and knew that he had to help. He nodded. Relying on two fast sailing ships to seal off Rosaleen's port was almost an impossible task. Even though the port was remote in Taiga Strait, it could handle at least dozens of ships, including fishing boats. But now, thanks to Lord Rosaleen's order to seal off the port, it was not impossible to give it a try.
Besides, Brando did not expect Madara's two two-masted sailing ships to block the Chariot Ghost's men. It would be enough as long as they could hold them off at sea. At that moment, he had already memorized the layout of the port area. He remembered the main entrances and exits, but he was still worried that the other party would have an escape route that he did not know about.
After all, even Madara had left an escape route nearby. How could the Chariot Ghost, whose forces were more deeply rooted in this area, not have a backup plan?
After making all the preparations, he came to Incirsta's side. The latter was shocked. Of course, he knew what Brando was going to do. Since he had let Tarkus leave alone, he would definitely keep him as a hostage.
But that was not what he was concerned about. "Don't, stop! I have flying boots! "Incirsta's face changed drastically. He quickly raised his hand to stop Brando from approaching.
"That's too slow." Brando shook his head regretfully. He grabbed the guy by the collar and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Incirsta."
"No, I don't need your apology. Put me down. Damn it, you can't embarrass a dark noble like this!"
Tarkus raised his head and silently watched his colleague and Brando disappear into the air. Then, he turned around and bowed to Brando, Phoenix Huo, and the others before leaving without saying a word.
"So it's a big bat." Seeing Tarkus's movements, Blank curled his lips.
"What makes you say that, Mr. Boban?" Phoenix Fire retracted her gaze from the southeast. That was the direction of the port in Rosaleen City.
"Only these fellows would be so courteous to their enemies. They have the longest history among the dark nobles. Their attitude is probably due to their sense of superiority," Blank replied. He then turned to Huang Huo and said, "Call me Blank, young lady."
"How do you do, Mr. Blank?"
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That afternoon, many Rosaleen residents heard a terrifying scream in the air, but the Incirsta dragon eventually shut its mouth when it was close to the port area. It was not because he cared about the big picture, but because he knew that if he did not shut up, the bastard who carried him in circles in the air above Rosaleen would shut up for him.
Once was enough for him to be embarrassed. The Black Lord did not want his reputation to be known in Madara's history in such a way.
Brando was indeed satisfied with this guy's understanding of the situation. He landed near the port and among the sheds outside the port. It was not that he did not have an invisibility spell. There were many similar camouflage spells among the low-circle spells of the Elementalists, but he did not think that his poor magic ability could deceive the existence of the supreme class in the Ghost Chariot, so he landed in advance.
Anyway, with his current ability, moving on the ground was not much more troublesome than moving in the air. He just wanted to save some trouble.
He first dropped the future star of Madara in his hand. The latter screamed and expressed great dissatisfaction with his behavior of forcibly dropping a guest.
However, Brando ignored him. If the Black Lord of Madara, who had Elemental Awakening strength, could fall to his death from a height of less than three meters, then the kingdom of the Dead Moon would be doomed.
Seeing that Brando ignored him, the latter got up, patted the dust off his body, and complained in a low voice. Then he began to complain that his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was messed up, and the makeup on his face was ruined. This was intolerable for a dark noble.
Brando was looking around the place where he landed and found that the sheds here should be where the workers on the dock lived. It was now evening, the time when the workers went home after a busy day, but there were not many adult men in the sheds. Only some women and children in ragged clothes looked at the two uninvited guests who fell from the sky with some fear.
A few children who were chasing saw them and stopped with some vigilance. Immediately, women ran out from the nearby sheds and dragged them back.
Incirsta looked at this scene and stopped. "It doesn't look good, My Lord."
"What do you think?" Brando looked back. He knew how smart this guy was. History had proven him to be a genius more than once.
"Well …" Incirsta lowered his head and looked at his wrinkled shirt with some regret. "This shirt was given to me by His Majesty the Emperor. I haven't worn it for long …"
Brando was suddenly speechless. "I didn't know that your Supreme had such a hobby."
"His Majesty always sympathizes with his subjects." He probably felt that his excuse was a little unreliable and added, "My Lord, you should know that the dark nobles have always been very concerned about their appearance."
"Is that so? Why didn't I know about this? The Liches of Rovor never seem to wear clothes, so much so that some scholars think that they are somewhat immoral —"
"Ahem, that's an exception, my Lord. Look at Tarkus …"
"Mr. Tarkus is a vampire nobleman."
"Well, actually I also yearn for the style of those old nobles …" Incirsta's two black holes, the soulfire dancing in his two soulless eyes could not help but be a little resentful.
Of course, Brando knew that this guy was actually indirectly expressing his dissatisfaction with his previous actions. Although his relationship with Incirsta and Tarkus was a little delicate, and both sides could not be considered allies. It might be more appropriate to say that they were rivals. It was just that he had the absolute advantage, and the other party did not dare to act rashly.
But he also understood that he could not force these two guys into a desperate situation. The old-fashioned and stubborn Tarkus was better off, especially the guy in front of him. Who knew what kind of schemes he had in his mind.
He hoped that this Dark Lord would leave his thoughts to scheme against him in the Realm of Eternal Death, and not cause trouble for him here. Thus, he glanced at the other party and replied, "Only this time. There won't be a next time."
"Ha, that's great. You mean it?"
"If we don't encounter such a situation next time."
"In the name of Martha, what's the difference between that and not saying anything?"
"As long as you can keep up with my speed?"
"I can't."
"Then I won't discuss this with you. Next time, I'll bring Mr. Tarkus."
"Deal!"
Incirsta decisively betrayed his colleague. Tarkus, who was far away in the Pirate's Cove, sneezed a few times, but the latter rubbed his nose and looked up expressionlessly, completely ignoring someone's scheme.
He was used to it anyway.
Incirsta then looked around at the surrounding shanty area, and replied to Brando, "It seems that the people of the Phantom Chariot have sealed off the harbor. This means that they have been prepared, Mr. Earl."
"You think so too?" Brando asked.
"They obviously don't trust that Lord Rosaleen as much as you think. Judging from their cooperation, that's indeed the case. Even if they didn't expect that Lord Rosaleen would betray them at the last minute, they probably calculated that he and his lousy Knight wouldn't be able to stop you. It's easy for you to get something out of those people. They're obviously not tough guys —"
Brando thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing wrong with Incirsta's analysis. He nodded and said, "They already expected us to come to the harbor?"
"I can only say that it's fortunate that we didn't use that secret passage. I think that Lord Rosaleen's so-called 'secret passage' is only a secret from his Knight subordinates. Poor guy." Incirsta commented while shaking his head.
"Then they sealed off the harbor area, and even the people inside are not allowed to come out. Are they afraid that we will know what's going on inside?" Brando asked again.
"That's possible, but I think it's a little too much. They might be doing this to cover up something. There are many eyes in the harbor area, but what kind of thing must be done in an open area?"
"A ritual." Brando immediately understood. "It seems that they have already prepared a trap."
"I think so too. Do you have a way to deal with it?" Incirsta asked. He actually wanted to say that if Brendel wasn't completely confident, then he should leave Oderfeiss and Halran Gaia to him for safekeeping. However, his words changed in the end. "If you're not confident, why don't we let Tarkus sail the ship outside the harbor and launch an attack from the outer harbor?"
"That won't be necessary." Brando shook his head in disdain. "Leave this little trick to me."
"Hmm?"
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