Bane looked outside with surprise from the command deck window. The turbulence is over. The night has come. Below him, he can see countless lights that mark the existence of taverns and villages all over the hills and plains of the Marnus Empire.

Some moving lights mark the appearance of carriages, which hurried towards the inn or other refuge in the dark. On his left, he saw the moonlight on the river and the dense shadows in the forest. This is a strange and grotesque beautiful scene, and Bai En knows that few people have seen this scene.

They have passed through the turbulence of the storm and everything seems to be going smoothly. The hum of the engine is normal. The dwarves showed no signs of panic. Even Warwick lost some freshness and returned to his small room to rest. Everything is calm on the control deck.

They had been flying in the air for several hours, and finally Bane began to believe that the airship could really fly. It withstood the earlier shaking and bumps. There was no sign of trouble except for a bruise on his forehead. Just a few hours ago, he still felt incredible, but now he has begun to enjoy the feeling of flying in the air, and the feeling of flying at an amazing height at a god-like speed.

He looked around. With soft lights, he could see all the crew on the command deck. Most dwarves went to rest. Mackason slumped in a cushioned command chair, with another engineer at the helm. He closed his eyes, but there was a laugh of victory on his face. Behind him, Borek turned his back to Bae, leaning on his cane and staring out the window. Bai En maintained an unnatural squat position and dragged his feet towards him.

"Where are we going?" Bai En asked quietly.

"Brandenburg, Mr. Bane. We will go get some fuel and supplies and some passengers, and then we will go northeast to Kaslov and the Trolls. Mackason says we lost some time in the headwind , But we should arrive in that city before dawn tomorrow. "

"Dawn! But there must be a few hundred miles from that black tower to Brandenburg."

"Yeah. This is a clipper, isn't it?"

Intellectually, Bai En has understood this, but now he realizes that he has not understood it emotionally. If you keep walking or riding in a horse-drawn carriage, you know that this is another experience. Especially in such a short time, it will soon reach the city in the northern part of the Marnus Empire.

"This is one of the miracles of this era," Bai En said passionately.

Borek stroked his beard with rough fingers and limped to a seat. This is a huge leather armchair with soft cushions for the dwarf. It is fixed on a short post, the top of the post can be rotated, and there is a **** it to fix the person sitting on it.

The old dwarf sat on the chair gratefully, took out his pipe and lit it. He stared at Bai En with those bright eyes. "Of course! Let's expect it to be sufficient for our purpose. Because if it fails, it is likely that there will not be another one."

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Luck pryed open the packing box and found courage. He slowly and secretly climbed up the pile of boxes. He immediately realized that the devil might be smiling at him. If the place where he took refuge was under this pile of things, he would never be free. The weight of all the boxes resting on his head would trap him and slowly starve to death.

He stopped, his nose twitching, sniffing the air. He can't smell anyone close to him. His eyes watched the darkness. They are well adapted to this task. The Ratman is an authentic resident. Although their eyesight is not as good as humans during the day, they can see better in the dark. There was no sign of human activity in the cabin. For most people, the cargo bay is dark. Luck guessed that this probably meant that it was also night outside.

The first thing he needs to do is transfer his refuge. If a dwarf goes to check the box, they will find it empty, smelling of body odor and feces. They soon discovered that there were stowaways on the ship and began to search. This idea strained the glands of the lurker.

As a result, he found that the empty box was light enough, and he lifted it up effortlessly, and placed it behind a row of similar boxes. Maybe he should find something to put in, so that anyone who mentions it will not notice its suspicious lightness. However, he couldn't figure out what to do in his life, so he gave up thinking about this issue and turned to other things. He is hungry!

Fortunately, he could smell the food. There is a bag of food nearby. He bit a corner and stuck his mouth deep, chewing and swallowing desperately to reduce hunger. In the far corner, he noticed that there were hundreds of cured ham hanging on an iron stand. Of course, no one will miss it. He knows that meat can satisfy his stomach more than grain.

He grabbed a large piece of ham and ate half of it greedily. It is a pity that it is not fresh raw meat, but he thinks you can't expect the devil to provide everything. He stuffed the rest into his tunic and waited to eat it later. Now it is time to carry out his mission for the Prophet, execute Tangul's order and search the ship.

Slowly, using all the secret operations he had learned in ambush and sneak attacks over the years, he walked forward with his head swaggering. Its natural posture makes it stoop down and crawl forward, and his four paws move without difficulty. In fact, if the floor is not metal, if there are no enemies around, he will feel comfortable here. These low and wide corridors reminded him strangely of a narrow and crude cave.

He suppressed the nostalgia. In front of him was a metal ladder fixed to the wall. He ran forward briskly, sneaking along a long corridor. Around him, he heard snoring, and the dwarves lay there unconsciously and fell asleep. He thought that if he had a storm assault team now, he could occupy the whole ship. Unfortunately, he did not, so he hurried forward.

In front of him, he heard the sound of the piston moving up and down, and the shouting of the dwarf from the noise. His heart was beating heartily, and he slowly leaned his head into the door and looked inside. Fortunately, everyone in the room turned his back to him. He looked around. The room was full of huge machines. The gear rotates and the piston pumps gas ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Two huge crankshafts pass through the wall and rotate.

Luck's instinct tells him that he has found the engine compartment. As long as he can destroy the machine, he can stop the whole ship. He didn't know how it would benefit him, but he felt he had better report the facts to the Prophet Tangul.

He didn't want to try his luck, so he flashed back and ran towards the cargo compartment along the trail of smell. He still didn't find what he was looking for, but looking out the porthole on the side of the boat, he could see the sun starting to rise from the horizon. He wanted to return to his hiding place before the crew were fully awake.

When he glanced out of the porthole again, he suddenly realized that he had found the answer to the Prophet's question. In the distance, he could see a huge mountain rising from the forest. On the top of the mountain stands a tower of a human city. He is familiar with that city.

For many years, he has been a member of the squirrel garrison stationed in the tunnel at the foot of the mountain, ready to sneak into the cities of the enemies they hate. This airship is heading towards what humans call Brandenburg.

Bai En suddenly opened his eyes. He fell asleep on an armchair in the control room. He immediately noticed that the sound of the engine had changed, and the aircraft jittered slightly during the descent. He stood up and didn't think of bending down to prevent his head from hitting the ceiling until the last second. He walked slowly to the window and saw the tall buildings in the distance outlined under the rising sun. This is a very beautiful sight, because these buildings are raised from a towering fortress, which occupies a peak height. They reached Brandenburg more or less on time.

As he watched, he saw a huge creature start to rise from the castle and fly towards the airship. He earnestly hoped that it would not be hostile.