During the calm sailing, the outline of a small island gradually reflected into Yaerlin's sight. Several large white birds fluttered on the golden sandy beach on the edge of the coast. The ropes are smashed into the sand surface together.

"Shields Town!"

Yaerlin looked faintly at the undulating buildings in the distance. The highest point is the fence of the fortress. A flag stands on the raised central platform. The background color is white. In the middle is a seagull holding a scale. , which symbolizes the maintenance of world peace and justice.

The black flagpole stands tall and straight as if it is straight into the sky, adding a chill and awe to the white "seagull".

153 Naval Branch, ruler of the town of Shields.

"From the sea map, Shields Town is located in the center of the islands, and the forces can radiate to the surrounding area." Yaerlin took out the sea map from his arms, thought for a moment in his heart, and pointed to Kabbah. The small island marked "Frost Moon Village": "Your identity is not suitable to stay here. You go to this island first. After I return to the naval branch to hand over, I will find an opportunity to find you later."

"it is good!"

Kabbah was originally kidnapped by Yaerlin, and of course he answered without hesitation at this moment, and started to collect the anchor without even disembarking the boat.

"The two of them are following you." Yaerlin pointed to the two inferior slaves. After passing clear and brief instructions in his mind, he glanced at Fick and jumped off the boat. Fick grinned and jumped off the boat. The six Two of the slaves stood on the side of the ship like a machine, staring at Kabbah indifferently, while the remaining four slaves got off the ship quickly and quietly, and followed behind Fick without saying a word.

"Huh..."

Kaba turned his head to look at the slave's emotionless eyes, his heart faintly shivered, and he called out an evil man. The ten-day voyage over the sea made him aware of the strangeness of these "murlocs".

He never opened his mouth to speak, and his face was always expressionless. The kind of gloomy cold that radiated all the time made him feel an inexplicable heart palpitation the more he came into contact with him.

Withdrawing his gaze, Kabbalah returned to the anchor and turned the rudder. The two cold eyes kept staring at his back. Without looking back, he knew that the two figures were parked 5 meters behind him like wooden stakes. , that distance is exactly the step distance of one of their strides.

"You can go to rest in the cabin, we are about to set sail, I have seen that from here to Frost Moon Island, it may take about 3 days." Kaba said with a dry smile on his face.

A silent response.

"Okay, let's blow the sea breeze together, hehe~" Kaba turned his head in desperation, the mechanically numb manipulator's rudder, the ship gradually sailed away and slowly disappeared on the shore.

Yaerlin was sure that Kabbah didn't have the guts to escape, so he naturally didn't need to make him stay in Shields Town, not to mention that his navy status had not yet been established, and he still needed some operations. In order to avoid some bad misunderstandings, of course he had to support him. open each other.

After a 30-minute walk, a group of people walked into the town. The buildings were all white paint. The whole town looked clean at first and deserted at the second.

This desertedness does not mean that there are few residents in the town, but that there are very few pedestrians on the streets and roads. An invisible haze shrouded the sky, and oppressive dust floated in the air.

"An island with a navy garrison should have no pirates dare to visit, so is it so deserted?" Yaerlin observed as he walked, passers-by along the way occasionally looked up at them, but they quickly retracted Looking down, he lowered his head and walked quickly.

"interesting!"

Yaerlin was thoughtful, and he immediately made a judgment in his heart. The atmosphere in this town must be caused by the 153 Naval Branch. To put it more bluntly, the Colonel Monka seems to be more than he expected. "Amazing".

He looked up at the "Seagull" flag flying over the town, with a playful smile on his face, and the scene before Via's death appeared in his mind. He can now be sure that Via should not lie, at least this 153 Colonel Monka of the Naval Branch must have nothing to do with the word "justice".

"Isn't it good to be in the early stage?" Yaerlin was carrying a cloth bag in his hand, and the cloth bag was a closed wooden box. When he walked, he shook it gently, giving off a musty lime smell.

Fick followed and looked around curiously. The four slaves each carried a sack in silence. Occasionally, some eyes peeked out from some shops along the street.

"Ow!"

A strange cry came from a distance, and Yaerlin clearly felt that the pedestrians passing by were shivering, the frequency of their pace quickened, and some shops along the street slammed their doors shut.

"Yarlin, something is not right." Fick frowned.

"Hmm." Yaerlin squinted his eyes and looked at the blurry fence at the end of the road. The sound came from the 153 naval branch. He stopped at his feet, looked around calmly, and then quickly walked towards He walked to the side, where a man was sneaking his head out, and when he saw Yaerlin walking towards him, he was startled and was about to close the door~lightnovelpub.net~ The door was two closed. , In the iron door that was bolted from the inside, just as he closed one, Fick reached out his hand against the other door with a grin and pressed it firmly against the wall.

The man pulled the door with all his strength, but remained motionless. He looked at Fick, who looked like the doorman, with a slight sweat on his forehead, and swallowed, "What are you doing?"

"Don't be nervous, we are outsiders." Yaerlin stared at the man and said gently, "We have no ill intentions, we just want to find a place to stay. I think your yard is quite big."

The yard is relatively empty, with a rusted iron shelf in the middle, some bicycle chains and screws on the shelf, some worn tires piled up in the corners, and then some repaired bicycles, a boy with a black face Holding a screwdriver in his hand, he looked at them fearfully.

"We don't have any ill intentions, it's just for a period of time. Don't worry, we'll pay." Yaerlin took out a stack of green coins from his pocket and forced it into the man's hand.

As for staying in a hostel or hotel, Yaerlin has already suffered a loss in Caishi Island, and he will not make a second mistake. Who knows what forces exist in that kind of place. In comparison, it is still Take advantage of more covert insurance in local homes.

"Ouch..."

This time, the voice seemed to be closer, and then the reckless and surly responses seemed to fill the road. Yaerlin clearly felt the man's hand shaking the money, and then stepped aside half of his body and said quickly: "You guys come in first. Bar."

As soon as Yaerlin and his party walked in, the man immediately closed the iron door and fastened the latch. The last thing Yaerlin saw on the road was a blurry blonde figure, walking with exaggerated stances, as if following behind him. Two tall navy men...