Looking up at the wall clock, he saw that it was already past 8 o'clock. Alger put down his thick glass wine glass, squeezed through the drunks passing by, and came to the street.

Because the Rorsted Archipelago has rich coal resources, Bayam is like Backlund, Pritz Harbor and other mainland cities. There are black lampposts as tall as a person standing on the streets. The light of burning gas shines through the metal grids, illuminating the relatively clean ground.

Alger pulled down his headscarf and slowly turned to the alley next to him. At the end of the blocked alley, he smelled the stench of urine mixed with alcohol. Although the Fragrant Leaf Bar had bathrooms, the number was obviously insufficient for the number of customers during peak hours. Some drunkards who couldn't hold back and couldn't wait had to come out to find a secluded place to solve the problem.

The red moonlight shone through the clouds and into the alley. While Alger was still considering whether to pretend to be more convincing, a strong, full voice with a hint of laughter came from behind him:

"Did you deliberately reveal the news about 'Flame' to us?"

Not stupid... Alger muttered to himself and slowly turned his body, as if preparing for a surprise attack from the other party.

He saw a figure leaning against the wall about seven or eight steps away, standing in a poor posture.

The figure was about 1.78 meters tall, wearing a boat-shaped hat, with a thin face, sharp edges, and an extremely aggressive appearance.

He had a lock of black hair hanging down, half covering his left dark green eye, which softened his coldness a lot.

Although the wanted portraits were often quite different from the real pirates, and many famous pirates did not even need to disguise themselves to roam around the city, Alger, as an insider of the church, had seen many portraits that were almost photographic and had participated in pirate conferences, so he successfully connected the guy in front of him with a name on the wanted order.

He did not show this, deliberately hesitated and asked back:

"Calm Squall?"

This is the main helper of "Iron" McVitie, an extraordinary person who is good at controlling emotions, thinking calmly, but has no humanity. The reward is 1,500 pounds.

The man pulled his black windbreaker and said with a smile but without a smile:

“Can I deny it?

"Hmm...it seems not possible. Just like you can't deny that you mentioned 'Flame' in front of Oruma on purpose. He is not a person who likes to use his brain, while I am just the opposite."

"I never thought of hiding anything. I just hope to exchange the information I obtained for some rewards. Between the 'Flame' who is alone and the 'Steel' who has many helpers, anyone with a normal mind knows which one to choose. Of course, I hope you will keep it a secret for me. I don't want to be hunted down by 'Vice Admiral Iceberg'." Alger responded frankly.

Squall nodded leisurely and slowly:

"Tell me more about it."

"As I mentioned before, I met and recognized 'Flame' in the Gold Coin Casino. He asked me to help keep an eye on 'Steel's' whereabouts. Haha, he seems to want to fight back." Alger sneered, "We agreed on a contact point. I think this is intelligence worth at least 1,000 pounds."

"1,000 pounds? Look up at the red moon. You are not dreaming!" Squall snorted. "This might be a trap. Don't you understand? 'Flame' may have found helpers, so he dared to look for us in the opposite direction."

"Whether it's a trap or not is not for me to judge. 500 pounds, any amount lower than this, I would rather pretend nothing happened." Alger argued for the reward.

"300 pounds, you come with me to a place and stay there for a while to prevent you from selling this information to other people and disrupting our plan. When we really use this information to catch 'Flame' or communicate with his spirit, we will pay you. Don't worry, food, wine and bed are all free. No matter what, you make money! If there is any accident caused by you, hehe, you should know the consequences." Squall proposed in a tone that could not be refused.

As expected, as I expected, given that my background is unknown and I am not too dangerous, the possibility of them choosing to temporarily detain me is much higher than silencing me... However, I have also made plans for the worst and have made corresponding preparations. As long as I am not careless, escaping will not be a problem... Alger thought about it with embarrassment and said:

"It can't be more than two days, or my crew will take my ship away."

"If it's more than two days, I'll notify them." Squall had a sharp scalpel in his hand at some point, and he was jumping and spinning it like he was performing an acrobatic trick.

After Alger described the contact point at 15 Xiangshu Avenue and the corresponding contact information in detail, Squall said nothing more and turned to lead the way, leading Alger through twists and turns, to an unknown street, and into a nondescript house.

"Long time no see, blue-haired ghost ship captain." The person who opened the door was an old man with more white hair than black hair. He was dressed like a local and wore loose wide-leg pants.

"Old Quinn, you are really the intelligence officer of 'Blood Admiral'..." Alger said in a surprised tone.

Old Quinn chuckled and said:

"Rumors are always true or false. What you think is false may be true."

He did not turn on the gas wall lamp, but held a silver candlestick in his hand as he led Alger and Squall through the dark hall and into the spacious, solid, windowless basement.

"You will stay here for a while. My friends and I will be in charge of guarding you and providing you with drinks and food." Old Quinn said with a smile, "To show our sincerity, we will not disarm you."

"Okay." Alger took the initiative to walk to the low bed in the basement.

Old Quinn then closed the heavy stone door and locked the basement.

Squall did not stay here, but hurried away, repeatedly checking whether he was being followed.

After taking a rented carriage, he arrived at the Loen settlement in Bayam, where the upper class lived.

Entering the garden house, Squall saw McVitie leaning on the sofa in the living room waiting for him. The other accomplices were either lying, standing, or sitting, forming a semicircle, and the puppets and zombies were guarding the surroundings.

"Steel" has thick lips, dark skin, and curled hair that looks like the steel balls commonly seen in factories.

"Is the news reliable?" The muscles in his arms twitched, giving a sense of strength, but the overall look gave people the illusion that he was cold and eerie, not like a living thing.

Squall nodded and said:

"A pirate captain who serves for money. I have detained him at Old Quinn's place. If anything goes wrong, he will definitely not be able to get out alive. I think he should understand this very well."

At this point, Squall showed a cold smile:

"However, we still have to be on guard against accidents. This could be a trap set by 'Flame'."

"What do you have in mind?" Mai Weiti asked directly.

The first person his eyes fell on was a pirate lying on a couch. He was wearing a brown local short robe and twirling a yellow-brown straw hat with a dent in the middle on his fingers.

This is McVitie's deputy in this operation, the sixth captain "Bloody Thorn" Huntley, who lost his ship in the previous battle with "Vice Admiral Dusk". The bounty on his head is 3,800 pounds.

"Obviously, Squall has figured it out." Hunter covered his slightly pale face with a straw hat.

Squall laughed and said:

"Didn't John Smith and his group of adventurers send Moto to hide their identities and join us? We can just accidentally leak this news to him and let him think that we are still waiting for help and can only take action the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"That group of greedy adventurers will definitely not let 'Flame' go and will definitely take action first. When the time comes, we will find a place to watch. If there is any accident, let them bear it. If everything goes well, we can just eat them together!"

"Okay." "Steel" Maiviti's eyes moved slightly, bursting out with a strong bloodthirsty impulse.

…………

By the early hours of the morning, everything was ready.

"Bloody Thorn" Huntley picked up the leather suitcase, took out a peacock blue carpet from it, and slowly spread it in front of him. There were many mysterious and strange patterns on it, with a slightly non-human flavor.

McVitti, Squall, two other extraordinary beings, seven or eight zombies and puppets, stood up one after another.

Huntley entered last, half-closed his eyes, and silently uttered a word in Elvish:

"flight!"

The peacock blue carpet suddenly tightened and floated up, carrying everyone off the ground, rising into the air, and flying towards the Fragrant Tree Avenue.

During this process, Huntley took out a black handkerchief, flicked his wrist, and it turned into night, miraculously covering up all the more obvious traces under the moonlight.

In about seven or eight minutes, they arrived near No. 20 Xiangshu Avenue, and the target house was diagonally opposite.

They did not move forward, but let the "flying carpet" quietly float in front of the crown of a thick tree, while they looked down at the situation of the target opposite.

As time passed, Huntley controlled the magical object steadily, showing no signs of lack of spiritual power.

The long night passed slowly, the sky turned reddish, and the sun was about to rise. "Iron" McVitie and his group of pirates began to prepare to look for another surveillance location suitable for daytime.

At this moment, a figure bent his back and moved nimbly across the rooftops, arriving above No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue.

He was wearing a black cloak, his eyebrows were burnt yellow, his eyes were deep blue, and his facial features and contours were relatively soft. It was none other than “Flame” Danitz!

Danitz looked around cautiously for a while, climbed up the towering chimney, pushed his hand forward, went in, and slid down.

Really coming? "Iron" McVitie, "Red Thorn" Huntley, Squall and others were all excited at the same time.

At this time, several figures jumped out from the chimneys and hidden places outside houses 13, 14 and 17, and entered house 15 from different positions with great swiftness, either by breaking the windows, kicking open the door, or using the chimney.