The entire quarry town was built against the mountain. Colorful ores were distributed in the open air, distributed among the black rocks. It was like a bowl of oil paint was accidentally poured into a splash-ink painting. Bright and messy colors were everywhere. Under the afterglow of the evening, the whole mountain reflected a gorgeous glow.
The Rainbow Mountain was open to the public. Arlen was currently standing on top of a small hill, gazing into the distance. Countless workers were gathered at the southwest side of the mountain, looking like a swarm of moving ants.
An excavator made of steel was like a monster that was devouring food, making rumbling noises. Thick black smoke and water vapor rose from the top of the excavator's head. The exposed mechanical chains on the outside were spinning crazily. The heavy hammer connected to the huge steel arm smashed into the mine. The miners around were carrying sacks and woven baskets filled with ores and carried them to the dock.
"A machine powered by a steam engine?" Yarlin narrowed his eyes. Looking at it from a distance, he couldn't make an accurate judgment. However, from the water vapor rising from the top of the big guy's head, he had a vague guess in his heart.
Putting aside the guesses in his mind, Yarlin looked at the piles of ores at the foot of the mountain. There was a simple warehouse. Not far from the warehouse was the suddenly open coast. A row of docks had been built on the coast to berth ships.
Now the sea was calm, but Yarlin seemed to have seen a row of ships slowly approaching. The shadows of the standing masts shrouded the sea as if they were quietly swallowing the entire coast.
Withdrawing his gaze, Yarlin picked up a few pieces of red and blue colored stones. His fingers gently rubbed the stones. The stones were rough and the surface was covered with a layer of fine particles. His fingertips exerted force, and soon some fine powder fell off and was blown into the air by the wind.
The air was filled with this kind of fine sand and dust. The clouds on the top of the mountain were covered with a layer of faint gray fog all year round. Through the gray fog, the hazy clouds were brewing round after round of rainstorms.
Although he had only stayed in this quarry town for a week, Yarlin had already experienced three rainstorms. This kind of frequent and terrifying rainfall was slightly exaggerated even for a coastal island.
However, this was the norm in Rainbow Stone Town.
The lead-laden clouds split open the glaring lightning, and the fine raindrops formed a curtain of rain on the mountain. Yarlin held up the black umbrella that he had prepared beforehand, and slowly walked down the mountain.
Most of the men were working in the mines. Under the rain, the town appeared very deserted. A few children who were playing quickly went home to hide from the rain. Yarlin thought about the information he had gathered over the past few days as he walked.
"The Tiago Merchant Guild is a caravan that traverses thousands of miles across the sea. It is even rumored that they came here from the Grand Sea Route. The Grand Sea Route is the most chaotic and dangerous sea in the world. Similarly, it is also the most powerful sea. Compared to it, the Eastern Sea is the most barren and weak sea. For example, it is like a city dweller running to the countryside thousands of miles away and enjoying it. There is definitely a problem."
Yarlin habitually touched his left eyelid as he walked on the rainy ground. The sparse crow's feet at the corner of his eyes added a calm and mature charm to him as he walked.
"Obviously, the problem lies in these colored stones. Either they contain shocking profits, or they hide secrets that no one knows about. Regardless of which, the Tiago Merchant Association will definitely protect this place with great care."
This was not Yarlin's wild speculation. As a former smuggling tycoon, drug lord, and warlord, he imagined what he would do if he found a secret gold mine.
"Blockage, secretly mine, kill …" In just a split second, countless vicious schemes surged into his mind, causing Yarlin's face to turn black.
Yarlin could not imagine that the Tiago Merchant Guild, who could cross the sea, would play the role of a "little white rabbit". In fact, Yarlin had already discovered some dangerous clues in this small town.
First of all, he did not find a single ship on the coast. Not to mention a ship, he did not even find a sampan. It was as if the people of this small town had never thought of going out to sea themselves. What a joke, this was the age of pirates. Going out to sea should be the mainstream of this world. Next, there was an unguarded mine. This went against common sense. What was the difference between this and opening the door to robbers? Lastly, there was the inn in this town. According to his understanding, this town did not have any outsiders all year round, but they had always been operating three inns. Except for the arrival of the merchant guild at the end of every month, the inn would always be empty. What kind of spirit was this?
Yarlin sighed softly. He did not have the slightest interest in the stone in his hand. He did not have the slightest bit of malice towards the Tiago Merchant Guild. He simply wanted to hitch a ride, but … he was afraid that the Tiago Merchant Guild's attitude would not be so friendly.
As usual, he bought a pile of food from the restaurant and carried it back to the inn. In the empty and desolate inn, the old man's drowsy head was propped up on the wooden table in front of him. His eyes were cloudy as he looked at Yarlin, and then he looked away. Behind the wooden table, his skinny hand that looked like a chicken's claw was holding a cold razor.
The razor was long and narrow, and the bandages wrapped around the handle were dark red. Who knew how many innocent people's blood had stained it.
Yarlin and the owner looked at each other and greeted each other. Without any vigilance, he turned his back to the owner and slowly walked up the stairs. "Boss, this staircase needs to be repaired."
The damp stairs creaked as he stepped on them, as if it would break down in the next moment. Yarlin stood on the stairs and turned his head to the owner.
"Ah? It rains every day. It can't be repaired. "The old man's muffled voice was perfunctory.
The innermost part of the third floor.
Yarlin knocked on the door next door. It was Fick who opened the door. William was not in the room. He handed over a bag of food and then said in a hoarse voice, "Rest early. There's work to do tonight."
Fick took the food, nodded and closed the door.
He unlocked the door and pushed it open. Inside the room, seven skinny men sat side by side on the bed and on the floor. Their backs were facing the window, and their eyes were dull.
"It's raining. There's no sun."
Yarlin threw the food on the floor and then closed the curtains. Behind him, the seven transformed bodies formed a circle. A strange "sucking" sound was heard in the room.
They were like mummies that had been sucked dry. A thin layer of skin and flesh hung on the outside. The flesh and blood inside had long been sucked dry. Through the skin, one could see that the black silk had condensed into bundles that supported the torso and did not fall apart. The slender skeleton was full of holes, as if it would shatter into dust in the next second.
Yarlin stared coldly, and a line of words appeared on his retina …
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