Having thought through this matter, Elrond walked on the streets of the small city. He started to observe the clothes of those beggars by the roadside.
He was searching for the NPC for smuggling.
It was not difficult to find it. But to the people of this world, it was very rare for someone to know about this.
After walking for a short while, more and more beggars appeared.
Finally, Elrond saw a beggar with a hexagram stitched on his sleeve.
"It's him."
He went straight to the beggar.
When the beggar saw someone approaching, he quickly bowed and said, "Sir, please have mercy on me. Give me something to eat. I just want some food and not money."
"I think you need this more, rather than food."
Elrond opened up his backpack to reveal the bullets and guns inside.
The beggar was about to shout when Elrond suddenly said, "Haba, Haba."
The beggar immediately went silent.
Using a hay stick, he fiddled with the broken bowl on the ground.
"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about?" The beggar said softly.
"Haba, Haba, you don't need food. What you need are money and supplies. Other than that, there is nothing else."
Elrond was a little nervous. As a player, he controlled his character and went through this scenario several times.
That was why he could still remember the lines.
Sure enough, the beggar widened his eyes and asked, "Where do you want to go? You're an unfamiliar face."
"I know that you only do business with people you know. Although I am not a familiar face, does it matter?"
Saying that Elrond stood up and was about to left.
The old beggar hurriedly said, "Sir, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean to inquire about you."
"Do you understand the rules of the trade? You only need to do your business. What's the point of trying to find out more about me?" said Elrond angrily.
"Yes, you're right. It's my fault for being reckless."
The old beggar kept apologizing, "To go to Wisdernia, you need to pay 180 bullets."
Elrond's heart missed a skip. He simply said, "I'll give it to you, what a nag."
Saying this, he let out a sigh of relief.
That was the last codeword.
Sure enough, the old man also heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Come with me."
The two of them went straight to the dock. This place was extremely discreet. There was a forest behind the dock and steep cliffs on the sides.
Elrond could sense that the hidden sentries around, to prevent anyone from getting close to this place.
The old man surveyed the surroundings. Then he took out a remote control and pressed a button.
Shortly after, a small submarine surfaced.
"Take this submarine and you will reach Wisdernia."
After he handed over the supplies, Elrond did not waste any time and entered the submarine.
Upon entering, he discovered that this place was filthy and stinky. It was filled with rough men.
The interior was small, and there was no space to move around.
The only vacant place was at a corner.
Elrond did not hesitate and squatted down immediately.
His current appearance was rather disheveled. He looked even more miserable than the old beggar from before.
Ever since the day he escaped, he did not change his clothes at all.
There weren't any nice clothes in the nomad tribe either.
After running around for days, the smell on him was enough to suffocate anyone.
Wherever he went, people next to him would frown.
"Buddy, the smell on your body is terrible. Where did you escape from?"
Elrond glanced at the person who spoke but did not say anything.
The submarine was crowded, but it was very quiet. Everyone was a stranger.
No one was willing to reveal their past to another stranger.
Moreover, those who smuggled into other countries were generally either fugitives or wanted criminals.
In any case, there were not many people with clean backgrounds.
They would usually smuggle into another country when they were not able to continue living in the previous place.
"Buddy, let's get acquainted. You're pretty clean. I really didn't expect to meet someone like you in such a place. My name is Andy."
The person next to him extended his hand and introduce himself, hoping to dispel Elrond's hostility.
Elrond was not an unreasonable person. He shook hands with Andy and introduced himself, "Elrond."
"Hey, Buddy. Which country are you going to?"
"What about you?"
"I'm going to Wisdernia."
"What a coincidence. Me too," Elrond said with a smile.
The person next to him was extremely surprised. He said, "Oh my god, it's such a coincidence. My cousin is a Mob Boss in Wisdernia. I should be able to help you along the way. Since it's our destiny to meet, why don't I introduce my cousin to you?"
"No— it's just a coincidence. I'm not interested."
"Buddy, you're not familiar with Wisdernia, right?
"The people of Wisdernia are rather tough. It's not easy to succeed if you act alone."
Seeing that the person beside him was a chatterbox, Elrond simply closed his eyes and stopped talking.
After Andy talked for a while, he realized that Elrond had completely ignored him. A hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.
But he did not dare to do anything to Elrond.
The owner of this submarine was someone extraordinary. This was something that only a super big shot could do.
As long as one was on this submarine, it would be wise not to cause any trouble. If one did, that person would die.
That person would completely disappear from the surface of the earth.
Elrond would never join the dark forces.
In his eyes, the dark forces were nothing. The only thing they did was oppress the civilians. If the higher-ups were serious about annihilating them all, it would not matter if they were a 100-year-old dark force or a 1000-year-old dark force? They could just send 10,000 troops to wipe them all out, and there was no surprise at all.
How was a watermelon knife going to fight against an assault rifle?
When the citizens were safe, there would be less trouble.
When the citizens were afraid, there would be more trouble.
This was a standard that the management had to grasp.
If there were too many dark forces, then they would have to keep them under control.
If there were too many petitioners, then they had to resolve the issues.
Therefore, Elrond had no intention of joining them.
"We've arrived at Bentonia. Please disembark."
Two white men clenched their teeth and left the submarine.
"Someone went to Bentonia? Isn't that country extremely chaotic?"
"Probably wants to see if he can make a name for himself there."
"How is that possible? It's too chaotic. All the chaos comes from there."
"It's so chaotic, but why it is still one of the six major countries?"
This was something that no one could understand.
However, Elrond knew that the reason. Bentonia won a place in the Hundred Kingdom Great War entirely because of their strength.
Their strength would continue to grow as the plot unfolded.
Elrond's understanding was not very deep. It seemed that there was a great master of scientific knowledge, a mechanical genius in Bentonia.
People started to get off the submarine, and there was much more space to move around.
"We've arrived at Wisdernia. Please disembark."
The electronic voice woke Elrond, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Buddy, you're really not going to consider my offer?" Andy asked hopefully.
"Thanks, but no thanks. We are two different kinds of people. We probably won't meet each other in the future."