This group of flag bearers wearing shiny brass breastplates slowly passed through the other troops that had been arrayed. The training and assembly square in the center of the camp gathered all the personnel of the "Bee Sting" mercenary regiment. These people wore clean uniforms in yellow and black, and inside were soft silk shirts.

Everyone's armor is polished very bright, especially for weapons. The captain of each team counted the number and scolded those who whispered in the team.

The mercenaries of the mercenary regiment did not understand the order of the mercenary regiment commander, why they should gather and prepare to set off in the night before the storm. Many mercenaries ignored the captain's scolding and turned their heads to the direction of the city wall. There was a huge fiery light in the dark sky.

"Giardini is back," said the munitions officer Lovach, who was riding next to Prince Rovkon. He was a dark man, and his beard was separated by a gray line formed by an old scar next to his chin.

The rider next to him, Prince Rovkin turned from the saddle, his tired eyes staring at his men standing in the darkness in the distance.

"It seems that you have failed." Prince Rovkon said in a low, cold voice. The ember of hope burned brighter in his eyes.

"Magic?" Lovach tried to find a reason for Giarini's failure.

"No ... not all is the reason for magic." Giaryni stepped forward and answered.

"It seems to be a very long reason." Prince Rofkoen said after seeing less than ten people returned.

"Gialyni, get on the horse." Rough Cohen began to move his mount. "We have a long way to go to the city of Migliaglio. You can talk about what happened on the road."

"Mianlian Greiano, huh. Why did they give their cities such a long name?" Lovach tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Because it is said that this is the name of the original builders of the city combined." Rofkoen understood Lovach's idea. "They themselves think the name is very long, so they will be referred to as MiG for short."

"Interesting city." Lovach smiled. "But don't we go to Lux West Sydney? It's closer, and they will welcome anyone who leaves Lermaus on their own initiative."

"They even have a fleet that can fight against Rilmas for many years." Rolf Cohen added. "But we need our own fleet. Believe me, my friend, Mig City is more suitable for us, especially when we need to spend several years to prepare our fleet."

Lovach nodded, and when Rolf Cohen realized what he wanted, he would shut his mouth obediently. He gestured to Giaryni with one look, and the prince's mood is now better, it's time for him to tell the story.

"Open the door, open the door, open the door quickly." A pair of white hands knocked on the wooden door of the candle merchant Greciano's house, making a series of knocks. Behind the master with both hands stood a dense, tall man with a cloak covering his whole body.

"Damn it. Don't knock!" After hearing the knock on the door, the candle merchant hurriedly dressed to go downstairs-a young man with black hair, he had a kind of unruly, unruly chin with a sharp point. Beard and octagonal beard.

He walked to the door and looked out from a small window hidden next to him. After confirming that there were only two people on the opposite side, he put the bolt down. As soon as the door bolt was lowered, the door was pushed open by the two people outside. The two people pushed the door open and drilled in. Then they closed the door again, and the taller one hung the door bolt again.

"What's the matter? Bassanio, didn't I say it's okay not to come to my house?" Gresiano, the bearded man, asked the first man with white hands to enter.

"Something went wrong." The young man called Bassanio had long shiny pale blonde hair and a simple braid with a braid behind his head. His appearance is very in line with the image of the real lover of the real girls, and the corner of his mouth rises slightly when he smiles, and he always looks like a smirk. There are only a few short whiskers on the upper lip and chin.

"Speak slowly." Grecianola pulled over and asked Bassanio to sit down. "If you can't, just say, Bonassieus."

"Basagno went to the King's Bath today." Tall Bonassia said.

"Because it is the eve of the storm, so I ..."

"Let me." Bonassieu interrupted Bassanio's explanation. "He heard the explosion and then found that the dock guards and the city patrol in the bath rushed out."

"This guy took the opportunity to slip out with them and hang behind the dock guard." Bonasseh thought for a moment. "The news he asked from the guards was that the group of wizards of the Fatalin Association led a group of people to try to **** the pier."

"It's a group of lunatics." Greciano sighed.

"I think something is wrong," Bassanio explained. "I saw the corpses, although most of them are indeed adventurers. But no adventurers said they were hired before."

"Whether they are or not, they are indeed recruiting adventurers. And you also said, you saw a flesh and blood giant." Bonassieus did not believe Bassanio's explanation.

"No one said it didn't mean no one was hired. They said they paid before boarding? This is not just proof that they secretly hired a considerable number of adventurers. And it was still prepaid." Greciano touched his beard. Said. "Is the flesh giant a product of alchemy or a necromantic spell? Or some kind of construct?"

"I didn't dare to go to ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But I checked it and it was a magically inspired spell." Bassagno pulled out a telescope and shook it. "At least twenty feet tall, I saw at least forty corpses on the ground from a distance, but no one seemed to be in control. Finally, they were burned down by fire in the two port masters, and they didn't even resist."

"No one controls?" Greciano thought with a beard.

"Regardless of whether it is controlled by someone or not, you don't see them being arrested, then they will either die or they will run away." Bonassie said.

"I didn't see their ship, then they might have run away."

"The problem now is that we are going to run." Bonassie looked up at Greciano. "This time they have done such a big thing, Reilmas will definitely hunt down our 'Wild Master'. We must leave, shall we go together? I plan to go to Lux Western Sydney."

"Are you really going to run?" Greciano was a little bit reluctant. He had a clear identity. "I didn't expect Murphyrat to be right. The organization with this powerful mage actually recruited wandering mage."

"Let's go together, let's go to Lux Western Sydney." Greciano suddenly decided to say. "But you can't run away. You two pretend to be my employees, and I will leave here tomorrow with the reason of sending a batch of goods in advance."

"Since they are recruiting the wandering mage in Realmas, they will not only recruit here. They have offended Realmas anyway, so Luke West Sydney is where they are more likely to appear." Bonassie Nodded and said.

"Well, when are we going?" Bassanio asked.

"Not now, not tomorrow morning, too conspicuous. Wait for tomorrow morning or noon, when there are the most people."