Embers of Embers

Chapter 518 Drowsiness [Thanks to the leader of morgenstern]
Inverg, port of Rendona.
The port is still the busy scene, with people from different countries gathering here. Even if the war between Yin Erweg and Gaul Naluo is about to break out, no one cares about this. After all, life has to go on, and even anxiety can't change anything.
In a cargo ship docked at the dock, in the dark cabin, the dim light illuminated the tabletop, and flies swayed among the falling dust, making an annoying noise.
Ender waved his hand to disperse these annoying things, holding a cigarette in his mouth while looking through the ledger and counting the gold coins.
"Business has been a bit bad recently. The war is coming, and there will be a lot fewer stowaways from the Viking countries."
With a helpless sigh on his face full of flesh, he gathered up all the gold coins, put them in a bag, and stuffed them into the secret compartment under the drawer.
Ender was engaged in the gray industry of smuggling people, with huge profits and no need to pay taxes. This was a business where he counted the money while lying down. Ender thought he would continue to make money like this, but as a result, the tension between the big countries also affected him. Influence.
Once the war breaks out, the White Tide Strait will inevitably become a battlefield again, and the surrounding areas of Inverg are no longer safe. Some Vikings who yearn for this place are afraid, which makes Ender's business a lot worse.
"Where is the person? Why haven't you come back after being out for so long?"
Ender finished his work and cursed at the sailors.
"Probably hanging out in some bar."
The sailor sitting in the cabin replied that after a voyage, Ender would let these sailors go out and fool around for a few days, and today was the last day. They would set sail at night and go to the Viking countries again.
Ender planned to stop temporarily after making this profit. He met a few pretty good Vikings, and he planned to stay in the Viking countries for a while to escape the war.
"Really, if you can't make it, you don't have to come back."
Ender said viciously, every time he took a step, his bloated body would shake violently.
Pushing open the hatch, I saw bloodstains all over the corridor, a long one, as if a body had just been dragged through here.
"Have you dealt with it?"
Ender asked, looking at the sailor who was still cleaning the blood.
"It has been taken care of. Just like before, the body was tied to stones and sunk into the sea." The sailor replied calmly. He seemed to be used to this kind of thing.
"Well, you did a good job. It's just a bunch of dead Vikings anyway. When they are discovered, they may have been eaten until only their bones are left."
Ender smiled obscenely.
Smuggling was a business, but he was not very gentle with his customers. Even after collecting their money, he locked most of the Vikings in the lower cabins like slaves. Some people may have died accidentally during the journey, and their bodies Such treatment is needed. As for the Vikings who arrived in Inverg...
Ender was connected to many factories. Vikings would be a very reliable and cheap labor force. The factory owners were willing to pay Ender on a per-head basis.
He relied on these to get started, and of course the ship at his feet. Ender still feels that it was the best decision he has ever made in his life.
Cargo ships arrived in the Viking countries to transport supplies. Some Vikings secretly gave themselves money to take them away from this barren and desolate land. Faced with the temptation of gold coins, Ender agreed to them without hesitation, first alone , then three, five, and more, until one day the captain discovered them.
Faced with the captain's rebuke, Ender shot his leg and broke his leg. They thought other sailors would stop Ender, but Ender handed them a dagger.
Only then did the captain realize that Ender alone could not do this. Everyone on the ship was involved in all this. In his desperate wails, the dagger was thrust in and out, and everyone's body was stained. Full of blood.
The body riddled with holes was thrown into the sea. The death of the captain made Ender what he is today.
"Can't we do business well? We have to fight."
Ender glanced at the sea at the pier. On the sea not far from Rendona Port, several armored ships were waiting there, with huge cannons and soldiers. Black smoke continued to rise from their chimneys, as if the next second On the other side of the sea, the enemy will come riding the wind and waves.
The existence of ironclad ships adds a sense of security to the residents of the port, but also because of their existence, everyone knows that war is indeed coming. It is not a random speculation in newspapers, but is accompanied by the wheel of history. The nightmare that is destined to arrive.
"You're Ender, right?"
A cold female voice sounded from behind, without any warning.
Ender turned around suddenly and pulled out the pistol from his waist. Cold sweat poured out from his neck in an instant.
In this kind of business, it is inevitable that there will be some enemies, so Ender rarely leaves his ship after docking, but despite such careful vigilance, a woman still comes to him quietly.
"who are you?"
Ender didn't pull the trigger at the first time. He had killed many people, but in the current situation at Rendona Port, there was no guarantee that the gunshot would trigger anything.
What caught his eye was a woman. Her clothes were messy and her style was not that of an Invergian. Judging from the cross around her neck, Ander guessed that she was from the Holy Gospel Papal State.
The woman's expression was very depressed, her face was full of exhaustion, and her lowered eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept well for a long time.
What caught Ender's attention the most was the decoration on the woman's head.
It looks like a crown formed by the entanglement of dead tree roots. Its surface exudes a silvery metallic luster, and some gaps are filled with dust, making it look weathered.
It's valuable, very valuable.
Ender didn't know whether it was silver or another metal, but from the first moment he saw the crown, he realized that it was extremely valuable.
Never underestimate the power of wealth for a person.
This was what Ender had said to the captain when he was dying.
"If you are not here to kill me, then you are here to beg me. What do you need?"
Ender put away his gun and smiled, showing his gold-encrusted teeth.
"A ticket to the Viking Kingdoms."
Watson replied indifferently, the continuous exhaustion made it difficult for her to mobilize her emotions to say something, let alone the burden brought by this body.
After all, the human body has its limitations. After running for a long time, this body can no longer hold on. Even with Watson's extraordinary willpower, it is difficult to control a dead body.
"That's all?" Ander wondered if he heard wrongly.
It was just a trip to the Viking countries. Watson could have easily found a regular ship with comfortable rooms and drinks inside, but she gave up on these and came here instead.
A place that looks unsettling, she must have some other purpose.
"Yeah, but I can set sail if I need to, right now, immediately."
Watson added.
She also looked at the boat tickets. Most ships still have to wait a day or two before they can leave. Watson can't wait that long. She needs to see Lorenzo as soon as possible. In the memory of the old pope, she knows too much The bad things also know a little bit about what is in the north.
"Now? Only you?" Ander smiled even more happily, "That's not possible, ma'am, one ticket is not enough."
"What about these?"
Watson said and raised his hand, and the bloody sack was lifted up by her. It was filled to the brim with blood dripping from the outside. It was hard to imagine how Watson obtained all this.
She let go of her hand and dropped the bag to the ground. Countless gold coins jumped out of it and scattered all over the floor. The light fell on the metal surface, and the golden light and shadow illuminated Ander's face.
Ender lowered his head, these gold coins did attract his eyes, but then his eyes froze.
There is something different about these gold coins. What is depicted on them is not an angry roaring lion, but a bird, a shrike carrying a thorn in its mouth.
This is a gold coin from old Dunling, the Butcher's Coin.
"Where did you get it?"
Ender's face became solemn. Based on the exchange price of Butcher Coins in gold coins, these numbers of Butcher Coins were already worth Ender's harvest from several voyages.
"Does it matter?"
Watson was too lazy to answer these questions. She had no money and it was too late to make money, so she simply went to the Lower City.
This gray area is full of gold. As long as your sword is sharp enough, you can get anything. As expected, Watson easily defeated a gang. For her, it was as simple as going to the bank to withdraw money.
"Can I go now?"
Watson asked.
"Of course, of course."
Ender excitedly picked up the gold coins and stuffed them into his arms, while not forgetting to shout to the sailors.
"Raise the anchor chain and prepare to sail!"
Watson didn't say much when she saw this. She turned around and looked at the sailor on the other side. He was carrying a bucket and mop, and the turbid water was filled with blood.
Ender felt something was wrong, but Watson seemed to have ignored all this and didn't care about the flesh at all.
"You, find me a room and get me some food and water."
Watson's voice was very low, leaning on the wall.
……
"That's a lot of money, Captain. This job is much easier than before."
The first mate said to Ender excitedly.
There were no annoying Vikings to worry about and they were just transporting a tired woman this time.
He is in a very happy mood now, not only from the profit share after this trip, but also from his promotion.
There was no time to recall the crew during the emergency voyage. The first mate, second mate and others were still fooling around outside. Under this situation, Ender promoted him casually.
"By the way, will I be dismissed from my post after returning?"
The first mate asked tentatively. He also knew why he got this position. When the real first mate came back, this would be a very embarrassing situation.
"No, we won't go back to pick them up again." Ender smiled, "Do you want more people to come and share the money with you?"
The first mate's eyes lit up as he listened to his words.
"Yes, this way we can all get a lot more money." The first mate looked very happy.
"And we'll be able to spend that money pretty quickly."
Ender said meaningfully.
Following his words, the Seahorse cargo ship at his feet slowly left the port. Its size was not very large, and it was much smaller than a conventional cargo ship. Logically speaking, it would be difficult for it to make a long voyage, but in An Driven by Germany's greed, anything is possible.
"First leave the port, the further away from here the better." Ander said.
"Why don't you plan a navigation route first?"
This was his first time as first officer, and there were some things he didn't know yet.
"Are you stupid?" Ender became angry when he saw the first mate like this, and hit him hard on the head with the handle of his gun.
The first mate has been with him for a long time and has killed people with him, but he always lacks some cleverness, which gives Ander a headache. But because of this, Ander trusts him to do many things. At least this one is a bit slow. The guy won't suddenly stab himself in the back.
"Go to an uninhabited sea area and kill her. Wouldn't the money be all ours?"
Ender laughed horribly.
"There is no need to go to the Viking countries or this long voyage. Kill her and throw her into the sea, just like we did before. Then we can take the money and enjoy ourselves."
……
The cabin shook, and Watson lay in the sour and smelly cabin, eyes closed and frowning.
She tried to fall asleep to let this tired body recover a little bit, but she didn't dare to sleep completely, for fear that something bad would happen in the deep sleep, and even Watson dared not compare with her eyes.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw endless darkness in front of me, and this darkness seemed to be crawling, and something was trying to get out of it.
That kind of extreme disgust, this kind of power has a very powerful infective ability, even Watson will be shaken at a certain moment... She almost killed Eve.
She was tainted, by that thing in the memory of the old Pope.
Recalling the past in my mind, countless pictures flashed through my mind, telling stories about the distant past.
Since the night of Holy Advent, Watson has almost no longer thought about everything in the past. In her opinion, it was a completely different life and two completely different people. Even during Lorenzo's questioning, she did not admit that she was 016.
Watson felt like he was no longer.
But now she is trying her best to remember, letting these tedious and boring memories bind herself, making herself heavy and no longer rising, retaining a tiny bit of humanity to avoid the infection of darkness.
I can't lose yet, at least not so fast.
Dense sweat covered Watson's forehead, and it was at this moment that the hatch was pushed open silently.
The sailor held a dagger. He lowered his breath and sneaked in quietly. He slowly came to Watson's side and saw Watson lying on his side with his face turned away from him.
The sharp steel was raised and aimed at Watson's throat.
"Really..."
Watson complained.
Her sobriety stunned the sailor for a moment, then he reacted and quickly stabbed the dagger down.
Watson was faster than him. With a crisp sound, the folding knife quickly extended, and the cold blade penetrated directly along the sailor's jaw and penetrated the skull.
Warm blood dripped, and Watson looked helpless and angry.
"Really... I just want to take a little rest..." Watson said viciously, "One after another, endless."
She walked out of the cabin holding the bloody folding knife.
(End of this chapter)