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CHAPTER 272 CHAPTER 0271

Fortunately...

His name was "Mr. Keen."

When the mercenary was called to the next room, he was still a little dazed.

Ken could only tell the other party.

It is not convenient for him now, and he took out the badge of the Golden Shield Guild, indicating that he is walking outside with the identity of [Ken Maharu].

"You understand, you have a special status, so you have to be careful about everything."

"Haha, I understand!"

The mercenary patted his chest and promised.

Although they are rude and reckless, they are quite professional in information issues. After all, the most common job of mercenaries is...

Escort supplies, cover up whereabouts, and ensure safety.

Ken asked the mercenaries to help him track down the strange and high-profile wanted criminal, focusing on the letter of transportation of living creatures such as the Cangcuo snake.

Such an irritable guy would definitely leave many clues if he wanted to get on the beast sailing ship safely.

The mercenaries lived up to expectations and quickly brought back news.

In the deep night, the Ambera Ice Port, the Dead Sea pier, a wild place specially leased to wealthy criminals.

now.

Ken was hiding in the corner near the pier.

He breathed the stench that burned his nostrils, endured his stomach churning, and was always on guard against the few minions stationed nearby.

Ken retracted his body into the depths of the shadows.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of guards crossing the muddy clearing.

The drag marks are still fresh.

The ships that entered this morning had already cleared their warehouses, which meant that another heavy cargo box was forcibly dragged onto the ship. Not long ago, there were even animal blood and rotting sundries.

"Heh, these traces look like the footprints of the Cangcuo snake. What do they want the monster to do?"

Ken thought for a moment.

Langmingway poked his head out from the depths of the shadows, glimpsed the traces on the ground, then looked at the distant port, and said:

"The Colosseum."

The entertainment methods of the countries in southern Xinjiang are very rich.

In some places, giant beasts fighting each other are popular.

Every game is accompanied by high bets, and there are no empty seats, and getting a monster with excellent appearance means discovering a place that can make money.

This is much simpler than recruiting boxers, and the profit ratio is higher.

Ken didn't intend to listen carefully. The two most capable players in the team are here. He just wants to make a quick decision and go back to protect Mag's comfort.

If it goes well……

Before dawn, he could return to the inn with fresh animal blood, and after breakfast, he could knock on the door of the Demon Swamp Frog.

The beast tamer garrison strolled around the corner and began to enjoy the good wine they had stashed.

Before the guards started fooling around with the salary paid by the boss again, Ken and the others had a short time to get in and find the docked beast sailboat.

The night was dark, without moonlight, and the surroundings were surrounded by a thick gray.

Huge beast galleons are moored all over the port.

Each ship is priceless, mighty and strong, like an independent country, or an island moving on the sea.

And the prosperity of this land all depends on these behemoths.

Ken unfolded his gray vision.

Langmingway was also very dexterous, and if they wanted to, they could even quietly wipe off everyone's necks and hide the bodies deep in the hollowed-out cabin.

But there's no need for that at all...

All the people present are minions.

They are nothing more than begging for money to live, fooling the boss they hired, and complaining about their damned fate.

None of the professional robbers that Gronchin had mentioned showed their faces.

Langmingway also didn't see the rumored black leather carriage, so he guessed that the busy bounty criminal was probably planning some big profitable business again.

[The other party felt that the business was very stable, so he didn't take it too seriously, and didn't even send his confidant over to take care of it. 】

This is good news for Ken.

Ken passed through the gray horizon and followed the corrosion marks left by the Cangcuo snake.

He found an old ship with a dozen thugs carrying crossbows and knives and axes.

He sees:
There are silhouettes of people in the cabin.

Strong hired thugs in the north, and several mercenary leaders with higher official positions.

They are all resting, and after the most difficult time in front of them, they have the energy to take command during the day.

"We slipped in as easily as we went home."

Ken made a few jokes to himself, trying to get rid of sleepiness through dialogue, but Langmingway didn't seem to have this leisurely elegance.

The Dragonthorn Knights are a fighting army, able to withstand high-intensity pressure.

"Because this group of people are blindly confident, Ambera Ice Harbor is in order, and have you noticed that the decorations on patrol and garrison all have a uniform style."

Langmingway observed carefully.

Obviously in good shape and not sleepy.

Ambera Iceport is run by several power holders with their own spheres of influence and armies.

Almost all wandering retail investors who want to settle in this area have to choose a corresponding boss to follow and pay corresponding taxes.

"Are we crossing the line? Someone will chase after us."

Ken carefully jumped over the debris, bypassed the rusty hook lock, and passed through a gap that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

Langmingway followed closely behind: "Do you often come to Ambera Ice Harbor?"

"the first time."

"Then why is it like going home, you know the way with ease, and even this kind of ghostly place can be found for you."

Langmingway began to feel miraculous.

Ken, hiding in the shadows, smiled at him.

The two waited quietly until the patrol left, and the crossbowman had relieved the pressure in his bladder, and all the minions looked away...

Only then took advantage of the short gap to touch in.

Fishing at Ambera Ice Harbor is underdeveloped.

Its main business is commercial transportation, connecting the products of the countries in the southern border and other ports in the northern border, and charging corresponding commissions.

So the fishy smell is actually not strong, but the animal dung is unbearable.

"How far is it? It's hidden very deep."

"Ahead," Ken laughed out loud, "I think Miss McGonagall is probably not willing to rely on your shoulders."

He added: "Go back and take a shower."

The ancient beast sailing ship shows traces of time everywhere.

This aged moss is a favorite decoration among boaters who go to great lengths to preserve it while maintaining basic performance.

The deck is spacious and huge, and several cargo compartments are stacked together.

Ken opened his gray vision and found that various ferocious beasts and monsters were sleeping inside, swaying lightly with the waves.

There is also a separate giant cage locked in the cabin.

It is huge, like an ice tomb in the abyss, and it is naturally the protagonist of tonight.

Cangcuo snake

Ken stopped, trying to calm down his excitement.

He is about to face the nightmare of his first adventure.

This tense feeling is very subtle, like finding the original heart, but a little ashamed to face it.

As Langmingway predicted:
All the cargo boxes here are sealed with magic, and a huge amount of drugs are used to paralyze the cargo, which makes the grumpy "passengers" not complain about the bad service attitude.

(End of this chapter)