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Chapter 378 0377: Night
The strong men left, taking Ken's gold coins with them.

He said that this is the reward for foresight, ordinary and shabby, even if you buy the worst quality spicy wine, there is no way for a team of hundreds of people to drink a sip to moisten their throats or warm their bodies.

The strong men also brought back what Ken had said.

Quima and Lorja stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling bed, watching the bustling team leave. Some people felt that they had been humiliated and offended, and no longer chose to follow Ken.

"How far?" Ken asked.

"About [-]%, maybe more."

"It's not enough, you two go to the screening again and kick out the inappropriate ones." Ken raised a palm and said to them. "I only need half the quantity, and it's best to save the time to integrate the team."

Kuima nodded and left, he knew Zhan Jing's criteria for selecting a team.

Lorgar followed closely behind, not giving up the opportunity to study, but also wanting to meet his future companions.

Captain Woolf got up and took off his hat.

He scratched his head with a smile on his face, and made a wagging sound, and then said goodbye, picked up the wine bottle, and walked away on the boots made of whale skin.

The corridors echoed with a barque ditty.

Quinny Pandis closed the door, the sound was cut off, and only the dangling candlestick was left shaking alone in the light of the magic lamp. "He just left? He came drunk and became a lobbyist for the Knives and Axes."

He saw Ken standing at the window again, as if there were monsters in the night that were hard to ignore.

Quinny took off the vest that restrained the fat, and started talking about Woolf, saying how many sea beasts his Cold Chain had killed, and that Lorgar and Woolf came from the same land...

Why does the captain seem to have no city mansion and live a chic and comfortable life?
"Then you're thinking too much. Captain Woolf is indeed a heart-to-heart and treats his subordinates kindly, but if you think he is a brainless fool who only knows how to use force, you are completely wrong."

Ken contradicted what Quinny Pandis said, then turned and looked at the closed door and said.

"He is here today not only as an intermediary for the Sword and Axe team, but also on behalf of the other captains except Liannai. They want to have a close contact with our Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal and see how I do things and how I treat people."

The sea surface of Ambera Ice Port is very complicated, and the beast sailboats are in charge of cargo, fishing, slaughtering sea beasts and ocean exploration.

As an important hub of wealth, the captain of course has a considerable degree of right to speak.

Through this war, Lianai has become one of the talkers in the northern ice ocean, and her future development path will revolve around several wider sea areas and several complex docks.

"Other captains are also important pillars of the port, so they are very concerned about the members of the tribunal and want to know more about Mahalu."

Ken's eyes seemed to be able to see through the heavy bordered wooden door.

The sound of boots at the end of the corridor stopped echoing, Wulf Odinga put on his hat, looked back, and walked into the cold night with a smile on his face.

There was a "click" sound in the room, and the metal shell containing the broken molten stone was wiped away.

Quinny Pandis lit a cigarette. There was a skull on the black-gold filter tip. The tobacco was reddened and curled up inside. Through the smoke, she looked at the man standing in front of the window sill.

Quinny was a little dazed, and blurted out. "Your actual age is not what it seems, is it?"

"What are you thinking?" Ken asked.

"I think you are at least a hundred-year-old monster, or you have some treasure to peek into people's hearts, or your eyesight is too nonsense, Mr. Ken, you... Hey, you are awesome."

Quinny stared at the beautiful ceiling with his head up, secretly glad that he did not choose to be hostile to Thornton Kaya.

The task that the Golden Shield Guild originally gave him was very simple: to barely establish a connection, use it if it can be used, and quietly forget it if it is not needed.

Quinny has already sent the written report out of the Permafrost Wall. When the guild opens the letter and sees the benefits he has gained in the northern border, as well as the power of connections he has gained, his eyes will probably fall out...

He was more worried about another thing now. What if the guild couldn't keep up with Ken's development pace and was abandoned?

The cigarettes were consumed by flameless flames, and pale embers fell into the container.

Quinn turned his head and saw Ken still standing in front of the window, and finally couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at?"

"Just wait quietly, I have a hunch that they are back."

"Who?"

"The person in power at Ambera Ice Harbor." Ken said calmly.

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Ivan stood up in the dark alley, smelling of alcohol all over his body, as if he had been dragged out of a pile of filth.

After the war, the port was booming, but it seemed that he was the only one who didn't get any benefits, and even lived in a more miserable life than before.

If Ivan went to find Lianai, he might have a better future, and even when he heard that Ken had established the [Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal], he could definitely find a job to live in style.

He did not do this.

The disappearance of Roxani made him distraught, and no one could understand his thoughts.

Footsteps could be heard on the dark street. Today was the departure day, and the goods on the pier had already been taken away, and it was not the day for the flying monsters to set off.

Ambera Ice Harbor became silent, only those who returned from gambling, or those who were plotting.

Ivan sat slumped on the edge of the wall panting, opened his squinted eyes, but still couldn't see clearly. "When did the fog start?"

In front of him is a gray world, dotted with spots of light in the white waves, and footsteps are transmitted from all directions.

Bang, bang.

The sound of doors and windows being closed came from the pier.

No one knows who is walking on the silent street, but the clear friction sound is like a knife piercing the ear.

"Who's walking with weapons in tow?"

Ivan felt something in his heart, the smell of alcohol was dissipated, and the cold evenly wrapped him.

Something seemed to wrap his whole body, as if a boa constrictor wrapped around his limbs, and finally spit out a letter from the top of his head. The threat of death came quietly and then suddenly disappeared and walked away.

for a moment...

Ivan felt a knife fall on his neck, and when he held his breath to meet the pain, there was no follow-up.

"Huh...huhu..."

He raised his hand to touch it, but he only felt water, and even a water plant.

There was no doubt that it was a strange experience tonight, but he had experienced too many weird experiences to know that someone would definitely experience death tonight.

Ivan would live and be scared, like the closed buildings around him.

The executioner walking in the mist has no body, but has a force so powerful that it cannot be refuted. There is nothing on the port that can stop the slaughter.

The hook has penetrated the belly of the catch, now it's time to tighten the hook lock and wait for the prey to come out of the water.

(End of this chapter)