"How many days have you left Hull? I can't remember exactly. I have been staying in this port area since I followed Mr. Coles to Salius City.
"I mentioned Mr. Coles again, and there's nothing I can do about it. For me, he is my savior, my mentor, and the person who gave me a second chance at life.
"Yesterday I was completely familiar with the ability of the 'Fighter'. The bully in the pub who had been bullying me some time ago suffered a lot because of it... The experience during this period made me understand the cruelty of this world. If I were still the one living in the orphanage
Thin children may have been eliminated here long ago.
"Haha, actually it has only been two months. It's really amazing. Destiny is so unpredictable.
"Becoming a true first-class fighter also means that I have the ability to complete the tasks given to me by Mr. Collus... This is related to the life of Dean Crabbe and Morse. I once died because of cowardice.
I have done something that makes me sick now, and now I hope to make up for it all."
With the faint sunlight coming in from the window, Lars Corless closed his diary. This was a habit he developed after arriving in the port area. The diary would make him feel the reality of all this.
Today's Lal is much stronger than he was more than two months ago. Although he is only at the level of an ordinary person, he is still very different from the thin appearance he once had.
The "Fighter" class is the representative class of the Fighter-type transcendent, and its unique arcane guidance method can better stimulate the human body's potential.
But the premise of all this is adequate nutrition.
Therefore, during the two months of staying here, Lal has been sparing no effort to supplement his nutrition. To put it simply...eat.
"I can no longer feel the increase in strength. Do I have to continue to advance if I want to go further?" Lal nodded slightly, then turned to look at the wall behind him, where there was a black cloth bag hanging on it.
Those were the weapons given to him by Scola Corless. They were a pair of small finger tigers, which were easy to hide on the body and very suitable for a fighter.
"Then let's go do some work. Mr. Coles hasn't come to see me during this time, but according to those intelligence dealers, the situation in the city is very tense..." Lal sighed and casually put the chair on the chair.
He picked up his coat and put it on his body.
…
At the port, noisy crowds are constantly surging. Some sailors carrying bags, groups of workers waiting to be hired, and hawkers shouting can be seen everywhere.
Wearing a hooded coat, Lal skillfully passed through the crowd and entered a bar close to the port.
Because it is in such a lively place, the bar is also full of people and the noise is endless.
Lal walked to the bar, asked the bartender for a glass of light beer, and wandered around the bar as if nothing had happened while drinking.
After a while, he came to a small table in the corner.
"The weather is really nice today, isn't it, Werther." Lar casually leaned next to the young man sitting on the chair and placed the empty cup in front of him.
"I would welcome you more if you filled it up." Werther glanced at Lar with disgust and shrugged.
Lar smiled noncommittally, then lowered his voice, leaned down, and said to the guy, "I have something to ask of you. Don't worry, your reward will not be reduced afterwards."
"You? What can you do? I, Werther, don't do those trivial things." Werther smiled softly and said.
"Who doesn't know that you, a know-it-all, can't handle small things... Well, I need a ship, a ship that can sail on the ocean of storms!" Lal's expression became a little more serious and he spoke word by word.
Werther's expression suddenly changed. He turned his head, looked at Lar a few times, and then said, "You want to go to sea?"
"This is obvious, isn't it?" Lal replied, "I think you are also very aware of the recent situation in the city. It is difficult for low-level transcendental beings like you and me to continue to mix... So I think in times of great chaos,
Make a fortune, then escape directly from the Tasok Empire and head to the main continent along the Sea of Storms."
Werther raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered, "It's just you? Forget it...I won't judge your ambition. Having ambition is always a good thing. But do you know what a ship that can sail on the ocean of storms represents?
, which means that you need a whole ship of excellent crew members. If you want to sail in that vast sea, it is difficult to do so even if you stay on a safe channel. It is not just a strong ship."
Lal nodded and responded calmly, "I know all this, but I don't need any manpower. All I want is a strong enough ship. How about it? Can it be done?"
Werther was stunned for a moment, then picked up a glass of wine, drank a few sips, looked at Lar with a look that looked like a fool, and said, "Forget it, why should I tell you those things? Your life is your own...
I can get the ship, but the price will definitely be high. After all, I have to avoid the eyes and ears of the Shrine, so give me two weeks."
Lal nodded slightly, picked up the wine bottle from the other party in a discreet manner, and poured some into his own glass.
"Thanks, um... your wine is quite strong. Sure enough, I prefer light beer." Lal joked after taking a sip.
"You guy, it's good that I don't care about the money you ask for...Where is the ship delivering the goods? You don't want me to transport it to the port of Salius, do you?" Werther rolled his eyes at him and asked casually.
"Along the coastline of the Tasok Sea, towards the Sea of Storms, there is a small port city called 'Baitos'. I asked people to investigate there. There are very few eyes on the palace... You can arrange the ship there.
Just go to the side. Find a guy named Tony Wick, he will take care of it for me." Before Lar finished speaking, he took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and handed it to Werther.
"This is the deposit, a total of one hundred gold coins."
Werther shrugged, took it, and stuffed it into his waist while saying, "A small boat will suffice, right? You'll probably need to spend between 1,500 and 2,500 gold coins."
Come and buy.”
This is a huge amount of money. If you buy an ordinary ship, you won't need so much money at all. But if the purpose is to sail on the stormy ocean, then the requirements for the ship will undoubtedly be higher.
The price given by Witt is already the cheapest among this type of ships.
When Lar heard the sound, the corner of his eye twitched silently. Although he had grown a lot since leaving Hull City and had seen the terrifying consumption level of the transcendental people, he was still shocked at this moment.
God, these fifteen hundred gold coins are enough for an ordinary family to live a carefree life for many years!
"But it doesn't matter. The money Mr. Coles gave me is enough to pay for it." Lar sighed inwardly, pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Has anything happened in the city recently? Just treat it as a gift and tell me about it." Lal said with a smile.
When Werther heard this, he rolled his eyes at him again and said, "You are really good at business. You can do this at such a young age. It's really...forget it, there hasn't been anything big lately. Lennon Sivens is still there.
Trying to annex other forces, Gazo Baie's old subordinate, that guy named Shireton, seems to be interested in starting a war with him."
Speaking of this, Witte seemed to have remembered something, paused for a moment, then raised his head and said to Lar, "By the way, Hillerton just asked his men to investigate a person, and I just learned about it."
Lar frowned while drinking, and asked in confusion, "Who is it?"
"A scholar named Kelvis is suspected of being of the third class. Hilleton seems to want to know his background." Witte took a sip of wine casually and continued, "That guy is a scholar. A fighter like you is still a scholar.
It’s better if you don’t mess with it less…”
Lar smiled and nodded, continued chatting with Werther for a while, and then left with a glass of wine amidst the other's curses.
"That guy Morses is actually under investigation... This is not easy to handle. We should contact Mr. Coles." Lal shook his head slightly, but then changed his mind, "It's impossible for Hillerton to
He will fight against Lennon Sivens wholeheartedly, but if he adds fuel to the fire, maybe Lennon can target him. The more chaotic the city is now, the better. It is best that Lennon has no time to deal with him.
goals."
After thinking for a while, Lal drained the wine in the glass in his hand, opened the door and left the bar.
"We have to do something..." Lal looked at the bustling crowd and said to himself.
…
In the bustling crowd, Morsis advanced slowly.
"Hilleyton will probably investigate me. With his keen sense of smell, he will surely track down the fact that Kervis first appeared near Hull City, right?" Morse looked around.
He looked at it, shook the cane in his hand, and continued thinking, "Although he will definitely think of the Hull City incident, he probably won't make a big deal about it, because it will become my leverage...at least in his opinion.
"
Morsis was not worried about his identity being discovered by Hillerton. After all, if this were not the case, he would not be able to gain the other party's trust and get more information he wanted.
Before the plan is launched, it is a good choice to take this risk and obtain a stable intelligence network. After all, he alone cannot dig out too much deep information.
"It will probably take him one to two days to investigate, and then he will probably come to me... Well, judging from the information they have revealed to me, Lennon's power is already very large. It seems that the church is
I helped a lot behind the scenes." Morses stopped next to a carriage and frowned slightly.
"Go to No. 21 Green Street." Morsis handed the coachman a few Tasok copper coins and sat on his seat.
