"Oops. I forgot that Austin is still there." Abel noticed Austin's eyes and whispered in Claremont's ear.
"It's fine," Claremont replied. The three communicated with each other, skipped Austin's sight, and walked directly into the store door. Austin was left standing alone in the cold wind and messy.
In the early morning of the next day, DeWitt got up early. After washing, he stood in front of Abel and Claremont's bed and woke them up.
"You two, get up quickly. You have to start today." DeWitt said.
"Understood." Claremont got up sleepily and sat on the edge of the bed.
Under the urging of DeWitt, Abel also woke up from his sleep, picked up his towel and went out to wash.
About to embark on the return journey, DeWitt looked happier than anyone. Go to every guest room where Calradian soldiers are and wake them up.
At seven o'clock in the morning, all the soldiers of the reconnaissance team gathered in the breakfast restaurant. Many people eat bread with their eyes closed.
Claremont stirred the polenta in the bowl a few times and found that he really lost his appetite.
Facing Devitt at the same table, he asked: "How do I go back? Captain, have you figured it out? If you still need to study for a while, I have to go back and catch up on sleep."
DeWitt glanced at him, pointed at the map he had placed beside him, and said, "Aren't you looking at it? It's fine if you don't help, and you want to leave?"
"Show me." DeWitt took one of the maps. Look carefully.
Abel joined in silently, and the table became quiet again.
Until the soldiers packed their bags and stood in front of them. The three captains finally figured out the way back.
As a result, when paying the bill, the boss told them that they could go west after leaving the city gate, walk to the post station in the western suburbs, and take a carriage to the coast. There would be a cruise ship passing by there every day. , Pay the money and board the ship. The boat will sail to the vicinity of the island's harbour.
DeWitt and the others were dumbfounded.
"Is this the black ship?" Claremont swallowed and said.
The boss immediately coughed twice, and said, "How can you say it's a black ship? If people in our town want to leave the island, they will all take the sea route."
"Really?" Abel said, frowning.
"Of course, it's really not easy to see your group travel through mountains and rivers, so I told you. I won't tell anyone else." The boss shouted: "You, you, you think I can get any benefit from it. "
"...Okay. Thank you." Claremont thanked him.
After walking out of the hotel, the reconnaissance team gathered in an open space and began to discuss.
"What should we do now? Which way to go?" Claremont said, sticking his chin.
"What do you think?" DeWitt asked, looking at the soldiers around him.
Only Jeb's voice responded to him: "Sea Road!!"
"Why?" DeWitt asked quickly.
"As long as what the hotel owner said is true and there is a route, our group will still be afraid of those black boats!" Jeb said confidently. Some soldiers also nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's take the sea route." DeWitt said after glancing at the reactions of the others.
After receiving the order, the group of people immediately walked towards the outside of the city gate.
I walked out of the city gate and walked westward for a long time, but I didn't see the inn that the innkeeper mentioned.
Claremont couldn't help wondering: "This boss is not making up nonsense, is he?"
"No." DeWitt shook his head and said, "But I don't think the station he mentioned is quite the same as what we imagined."
"How do you know?" Abel questioned halfway, and then saw a few dwarves with horses parked on both sides of the road.
"Which boss introduced you?" Before Devitt and others stepped forward to inquire, one of the dwarves had already walked in front of them and asked.
"On Oak Street." Abel recalled the name of the hotel, but couldn't remember it, so he could only answer the name of the street.
Claremont looked at the dwarf carefully, the skin on the dwarf's hands had been chapped by the cold wind. The horse he was leading was also very thin.
"You people, if you go to the seaside, fifty silver coins." The dwarf offered the price.
"Where's the carriage?" Claremont asked.
"Blown away by a recent gust of wind." The dwarf glanced away.
Claremont and Abel, who were standing in the front row, already felt a little strange and took a step back.
Abel said to the dwarf, "Can you tell us where the boat ride is? We walked there recently."
"Heh!" The dwarf spat on the ground: "It's a bit complicated to say. How about I recommend a route that is shorter than taking a boat?"
"Huh?" Claremont's eyes were full of vigilance, and he put his right hand on his waist.
"Dead end." The dwarf's expression became more ferocious, and he drew the scimitar on his waist.
"Stab la la—" More than a hundred dwarves rushed out of the jungle on both sides of the road, armed with weapons, and surrounded the scouts.
"It seems that you are not some coachmen doing business." DeWitt looked around and said to the dwarf in front of him, "Why are you ambush here?"
"To take your lives." The dwarf said with a smile: "You people should have died halfway. How can you participate in the situation on this island?"
"Our trip cleared the grievances of the dwarves." Claremont said, "Do you have any misunderstanding about this?"
"No misunderstanding." The dwarf shook his head and said, "It's just a pity that the people who should be grateful to you are standing on the opposite side of us."
DeWitt and others felt chills when they heard this. Things turned around far more than they thought.
After all, they were just a group of soldiers fighting on the battlefield before this, although they had heard some stories about power disputes.
But when facing this battle head-on, you will still be shocked by the intricacies of the forces in it.
"It turns out that some of the dwarves are also involved in manipulating this incident." DeWitt said.
"Yes." The dwarf glanced down at the scimitar in his hand, and said, "There are thousands of people on this island who participated in this operation. It took three months to plan. In the end, it was given to you by outsiders like you." It's messed up. Tell me, should you die?"
"Hmph." Abel snorted coldly: "I can only say that your methods are too dirty and despicable. I really can't imagine that there is something that will make you obsessed so much that you will betray the elders in your clan."
"These things, wait until you get to hell. Someone will tell you." There was a cold light in the dwarf's eyes.
(end of this chapter)