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Chapter 379 0378: Death News

The entire window was covered with water vapor, and the vision became blurred.

Ken took two steps back and saw water droplets falling along the glass, leaving clear marks, and then more paths were opened up, and the entire window seemed to be experiencing a torrential rain.

Outside the window was the silent night, and the fog ran out from the ground until the entire city was covered.

[The sea floods the streets, over everyone's ankles, the criminals wake up in horror, and the innocent confide in the hearth. 】

Ken felt a dull pain in the forehead, and it seemed that a strange thought had penetrated directly into his heart, and it was like an encrypted letter, sent to the depths of his consciousness.

He picked up the coat on the table and walked out of the seat with serious eyes.

"Um, where are you going?" Quinny also put his legs off the table and quickly followed. "Wait for me."

Ken's footsteps stopped and walked, completely ignoring Quinny's noise.

He shuttled through the huge palace-like building, walked through countless comfortable carpets, and finally came to a meeting room in the farthest corner.

When the wealthy people in southern Xinjiang built the whole building, it seemed that they had already prepared this room. No one had the corresponding key, and no one knew the furnishings and appearance inside.

【Location: Council Room No. 17】

Notes floated before Ken's eyes, and knobs and metal instruments clicked.

The entire corridor was covered with long and narrow babbling sounds, the magic lamps were extinguished one by one, pouring out together with the darkness, and the fog that came from nowhere, over Ken and Queenie's feet.

The fighting power of the fat man of the Golden Shield Guild is worrying.

Relying on his extraordinary mind, he managed not to tremble, but he still couldn't help hiding behind Ken's back, fearing that the monster that suddenly appeared would take his life in an instant.

Quinny had heard the rumors about the Ambera Ice Port, and had also investigated the methods of those in power.

Ken, however, did not hesitate at all. He stepped forward and walked in. He even took the time to straighten his coat, and brought Quinny, who had stiff limbs, into the room.

The wooden door closed behind him, and there was no longer any light around.

A burning candle appeared before them, and as far as the eye could see, a table could be seen.

It is made with the cheapest consumables, the candle holder is full of rust, and the candles on it crackle from time to time, obviously because the ingredients are too cheap to ensure full combustion.

Ken opened the stool and sat down, but Quinny didn't dare to stand behind him silently.

The candle flickered again, and a piece of clothing suddenly appeared in front of him. It was empty inside. The old hood stood up in the firelight, and the outline of a human being could be vaguely seen, but there was nothing but darkness.

"You are Ken Bouvier?"

said the voice in the dark.

"It is indeed me. Correspondingly, you should at least make an introduction." Ken spoke very calmly, without timidity or provocation. "I can't always call you a dress, can I?"

The candle is still bright and dark.

The old hood supported by the air is slightly deflected, and the darkness can condense into a head deflected outward.

The candle went out, then came back on quickly, and more clothes appeared around, surrounding Ken in the center.

[The people in power at Ambera Ice Harbor are watching you, and you must be cautious in your next answer, otherwise death will be your only end and there is no way to keep the whole body. 】

Ken frowned and sighed.

He didn't know how many times he had experienced similar scenes - facing a character who could kill him at any time, he had to answer cautiously.

The clothes on the opposite side seem to be the speakers, but the aftertaste of magic around them is colliding with each other. If you observe through the [Grey Vision], you can see several different colors wandering.

Those in power are indeed more than one person, they imagine some kind of organization or combination.

There was a sound of surging waves in the darkness, and the feeling of oppression seemed to make one feel like being in the bottom of the sea, or it could be said that this place was simply an interrogation room.

The guy sitting opposite Ken spoke first, with a cold voice that couldn't tell the gender and age, and asked, "What is your purpose to make the port look like it is now?"

Quinny Pandis stood behind trembling.

He knew Ken's character better than anyone else, and this guy hated people asking him condescendingly.

Quinny prayed to all the northern gods he knew, and hoped that Ken could answer the other party's questions well, otherwise the cruel stories he heard from the port residents would probably happen to him.

boom!
Ken slapped the table hard.

As the waves crashed against the shore, Quinny's eyes turned white, his heart throbbed, and he fell down in an instant.

But Ken still asked angrily: "You have made a mess of the port. There are more stubborn diseases in it than drunks who died in the alley. How dare you have the face to say what I have turned this place into?"

He stood up and looked around, none of the clothes had moved.

Ken said: "If the knife is on my neck, I will dodge and resist. Similarly, if the city suffers catastrophe, the people inside will work hard to survive. This is what I do. If there is any crime , you can kill me, and then smear me with trumped-up charges as much as you want."

He propped one hand on the table, pressed his body over, and pointed the other hand to the air.

"But don't pretend to be innocent and act like you're doing everything for the good of the port. In fact, you guys don't know what proper management is. I'll show you a demonstration."

The candlelight was about to flicker, and the brightness instantly increased.

It was only then that Ken could see clearly that the room was empty and extremely small, without even a single window through which light could penetrate.

The judge before him is indeed a garment.

Those in power did not expose their entities, or did not really appear in front of him.

They seemed to be prepared to meet this young man, and his thoughts and behavior were indeed amazing, and no one expected it to turn into this situation.

Ken was also used to long periods of silence, waiting until the fire light dimmed.

"You didn't lie, but you weren't completely honest. I can't tell what your purpose is. Can you tell me what made you want to change the status quo of the port?"

The voice in the darkness is still there.

Ken was about to speak when the scene around him suddenly changed.

He saw himself appearing on the wall, and the space continued to expand, from when he left the camp and decided to go to the port to find the beast sailing ship going south to intercept the funds, to entering the tavern and meeting Captain Reina who had just disembarked.

Everything that happened to him in the port of Ambera was instantly imprinted around him, as if it were a long-lasting hallucination.

Ken and the black hoods waited quietly in place.

The person in power seemed to be urging for an answer, but saw the young man in front of him raise his head and raise his hand.

The picture Ken pointed at froze instantly.

It was a snow field where the sea water could be seen, and there was a solitary bump of soil inside.

It was the tombstone of a mercenary.

"I can't look down on life and death. I just hope that every life is meaningful enough, let alone because of my fault."

Ken replied.

(End of this chapter)