Chapter 232 231. What happened to the boss?
On the vast ocean.
A cargo ship with traces of repairs all over its hull and slightly outdated sails is rising and falling with the waves, slowly sailing towards the port city of Angus, whose outline is vaguely visible in the distance.
Because he had been hunted in Clark, Dylan didn't know whether he was wanted by the lord there. To be on the safe side, he could only choose a merchant ship heading to the northernmost port city in the kingdom. The voyage was much longer than the previous one.
This voyage was still not smooth sailing.
It wasn't that they encountered any fatal things like pirates or fog, but the wizard who was responsible for condensing fresh water on the ship died of old age.
I don't know if the captain was trying to save money. The water-making wizard on the ship was an old man with only second-level magic level. At his age, it was not surprising that he died suddenly of old age.
The old master passed away peacefully, but the entire ship's crew was faced with a freshwater crisis.
The stored clean water was not enough to support the remaining voyage, and the captain was forced to find a deserted island marked with a freshwater spring on the map and take a detour to get water.
To make matters worse, when sailing in unfamiliar waters, the bottom of the ship hit a reef. Fortunately, the reef was not fatal. The sailors worked hard to plug the leak and repair it, and the ship finally did not sink.
But due to this series of accidents, the trip was greatly delayed.
The outline of Angus Port gradually became clear in the field of vision. It couldn't be said that they had escaped death, but it was a happy ending after all the hard work, and everyone was excited!
Except Dylan.
"Boss? Boss, say something!"
In the small berth in the cabin, Dylan held the body of the scout Puji and felt a headache.
A few days ago, the boss suddenly fell silent, and the scout Puji lost his mimicry for unknown reasons and became silent.
Dylan still held out a glimmer of hope at first, but after a few days, Puji's body became shriveled, blackened, and hardened, emitting a withered smell. Now it seems... it is clearly dead!
What exactly happened?
Dylan tried desperately to recall the last message left by the boss before he lost contact -
“I’m going to be sucked in!”
Dylan scratched his increasingly thinning hair. He had no idea what this final message from the boss meant.
"Calm down! Think further ahead..." Dylan tried to recall the earlier conversation.
"Dylan, let me tell you, our dungeon is really fun now. There are all kinds of things. It's a pity that you probably won't be able to see such a spectacular scene when you come back. Let's not talk about it for now. I'm going to do some minor repairs."
Bang!
Dylan slammed his fist down on the hardwood bedside.
"Boss! What on earth happened to you?!"
The boss's life or death is unknown now. Judging from the situation of the scout Puji, the situation is not optimistic. Dylan feels that he has to rush back as soon as possible!
Dylan knew his own worth clearly. He was an adventurer who had barely reached the gold level by relying on the boss's reinforcement and equipment stacking.
If the boss can't solve this problem, I'm afraid I won't even be cannon fodder if I go back.
But...what if?! What if I can help?!
The eldest brother not only saved his life but also accompanied him in finding his daughter. He couldn't just remain indifferent knowing that the eldest brother was in trouble.
We have to go back quickly!
As soon as the ship docked at Angus Port and the deck was not yet firmly built, Dylan squeezed past the captain and sailors who were still arguing with the demanding port guards.
As for the dead scout Puji, Dylan could only bury it at sea with tears.
After asking for directions from a friendly-looking porter at the dock, Dylan headed straight for the horse post under the local Adventurer's Guild, but was turned away.
"Silver level?" Behind the counter, a tall and thin man in a guild uniform lazily held the adventurer nameplate that Dylan handed over, and without even raising his eyelids, he casually glanced back at him. "Sorry, no chance. The new rule is that single-player operations below the gold level will not be rented."
"Why?" Dylan was a little confused. "There was no such rule a few months ago!"
"So it's a 'new' rule!" The tall and thin man tutted impatiently, and finally looked at Dylan straight in the eye. "It's been a mess out there lately! There's the arrest of demon spies, there's a food shortage, and there are more robbers in the wild than wild dogs! If you're a silver-ranked lone ranger and get robbed and killed, who can we turn to? Is the deposit enough to buy a good horse?"
"Can't you be flexible?" Dylan took out two silver coins and quietly pushed them across the counter.
The tall and thin man swiped his fingers, and the silver coins disappeared quickly. His expression eased a little, but he still shook his head firmly: "Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, the rules are stuck, and no one dares to take the risk even if you give me more money. Your job is more important."
Just as Dylan was about to curse, the tall and thin man leaned forward and said in a low voice, "There's an old bay horse at the back of the stable. It should be retired from pulling plows due to its age, but it's still strong enough for long distances. If you need it urgently, go talk to the old cripple who manages the stable. You should be able to get it for six or seven gold coins. This price is higher than the deposit, but you won't lose much if you sell it later."
Now that things have come to this, Dylan could only nod.
But the problem is... he doesn't have so many gold coins!
Later on, he had to rely on the scout Puji to "pick up" money bags anytime and anywhere to barely have enough money for the journey. Now, he only had three gold coins on him, which was more than half of what he needed!
This amount of money is enough to ride back slowly in a caravan's cart, but that would be too slow.
"Damn..." Dylan clenched his empty purse and stared at the stable, his brows knitted into knots, "Where can I get the money?"
Think about it, think about it quickly, Dylan!
What have you learned in your forty-plus years of life as a way to make money quickly?
Thoughts surged, and the first idea that popped up was: find the hidden base of the demon clan spies, pretend to be an accomplice, and defraud some activity funds...
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Dylan gave himself a crisp slap in the face - this is not the way to seek death!
In the end, Dylan pawned the Phantom Cloak in tears.
Now, let alone an old horse, I have enough money to buy a war horse!
But in the end, he still took the chestnut horse away. The tall and thin figure was not lying. It had a strong frame, gentle eyes, and its four hooves stepped on the ground with a steady force. Dylan patted its shiny neck, acknowledging this partner.
Without delay, Dylan casually prepared some dry food, and then according to the boss's plan, he selected four red reef fruits with relatively intact skin and no obvious signs of ulceration or squeezing.
After packing up, he set out to find the local semi-gangster fishing gang, and the deal was quickly concluded with the clinking of silver coins.
Soon, an inconspicuous small sampan carried Dylan out of the city.
What Dylan didn't know was that if he had been one day later, he might not have been able to leave...
(End of this chapter)
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