The sun rose and set the same, and Moros's forge in the east of the city was open the same. The superficial blacksmith trade was only expensive, occasionally mixed with alchemy.
It is already April, and the islands around the people have already come out of the lazy new curtain festival and begun the daily and hard work. The south is already passed the oriole's long season, the taste of summer.
Another batch of gold smelters had been sent away, and Moros was tired from the night's work. The order also included enchantment equipment, which Moros had worked on for a long time, but he would be okay with doing it more often. He can keep the extra material for himself, even if it's just a little drop in the bucket for his needs, but it's always helpful when the blacksmith is building his entire body of enchantment equipment someday. The sun was long gone now, and going straight to sleep would only last a few days, so the blacksmith had to muster up his strength and do something else until night.
The man who just came to pick up the goods was from Silverland and called himself the Black Seeker. Most of them are assassins, so they need a gold smelter. Moros cooperated with them for several years, Moros sold them things, and in return, the Black Seeker would, from time to time to the south of the archipelago intelligence passed to him, this organization, it is said that in the Sylville internal is not a know-all, but at least it is well-informed, many sent information although secret, but is the truth!
Sitting in the lounge, Moros slowly read the letters, finally getting a clear picture of what had happened in the South for more than a month.
"Didn't realize McCabe was buried..." Moros sighs. This magical place is famous in the North, too, and has never collapsed. "With Hillsville expanding and the conservatives fighting?"
Moros smacked his lips and laughed. "Andric's just as unlucky as this." The rear admiral had returned to the empire to face impeachment from his political opponents. It's not clear what happened to Levitzk, but there's no getting away with things like this. However, the next steps for Levitzk have been taken over by Major General's deputy, Andy Crowsh. He was a centrist, the result of an imperial determination.
"But the young Crowshes are not ordinary." "How long has it been? How many people have you offended? Even the Freemen of Flannstadt, as far south as it goes. Ha ha ha!"
At this point, Moros burst out laughing. Flanstadt is located in the southernmost part of Levitzk, 80% of which is mountainous and desert. If anyone wanted to get off the island of Liberty, they would have to cross a large stretch of new savanna in the center, then cross mountains, and finally cross the desert to reach the southern peninsula of Levi to find a port.
But if you're willing to go to all that trouble, you could already have tea at Sunnoble's!
Andy Adjutant rampages down, disturbing a lot of warlords. Many of them are the island's foreign agents. And suddenly, Senobo, Rogbosch, and even Half Moon Island began to flow...
In time, the only thing that will hurt Silverland this time is Sekwibo. Only two of the advance parties were in the vicinity of the fungus at any given time.
One is the Ephesians, and with two great Arcane masters on the team, it's perfectly possible. And Apyi, as the foundation and supporter of the Arcane city-state, if they did it, then it could be blamed on Secowibo! As for the other. It's Silveran's own man, but he's been out of contact for a week.
But right now, no one knows what happened to McCabe's Mycroft, and Sekwibo is excellently cleaning up after it. Or the Empire has found something that hasn't been made public, at least not by Black Seeker.
By the afternoon, Moros was so tired that he fell asleep. He didn't wake up until 2:30 a.m. Moros poured a cup of coconut milk into it, ran something to wake him up, and continued reading the Black Seeker's notes. But further down the line, there's little exciting news, mainly about the regional situation. Silverland is natural and stable, and most changes are in Levitzk. The two counties of East and West Lorand have renewed friction over the freshwater resources of Loch Loran. And Moorburgh also, because the Duke personally ended, stabilized the situation of the war against Renia, the local "rat" organization also inexplicably suffered a blow, the two-county war once again complicated and confusing; Finally, Tomen, who was suspected of having been involved in the McCabe affair, was suddenly weakened, and now Levi and Seve on the border were sharpening their knives. Even East Lorland wanted a piece of the action.
After an hour or so of watching it, Moros's interest waned, and the coconut milk's wakefulness came, but the blacksmith had no sleepiness on a good night. Looking at the slip of paper with Alan's address on it, Moros decided to change his schedule.
Moros had already obtained Alan's address from the Cockroach, and the work of disposing of the materials had begun. Moros did a background check, but he didn't even know Alan's real name and couldn't find out. He had to play it off and find a chance to sneak into Alan's place.
"Noah, you old bastard, you have the guts to put people in Green Bay, just in case you Senobo people have no business!"
Alan lived in half of the ocean view room, is the property of Senobo, earned money, and Saki shared, but the background behind this needs to be more general.
The cockroach also found out about the situation. Alan went to see the doctor twice a week, apparently for a concussion and did not know what the Arcane had suffered to cause the brain injury. They would go to town shortly after dawn and return after lunch, about six or seven hours apart, and the next time Alan was in town was today.
So Moros took his knife and went out, wearing leather under his clothes in case of an unexpected fight. It was half past four in the morning, and by the time Moros arrived at Beabo Bay, it was about the time Alan usually left for the hospital.
...
Alan came to Saki, neither ostentatiously nor in public life, and did as the rest of the world did. When the day dawned, Alan got into the carriage and drove to the town, where it was already broad daylight by the time he arrived, a few kilometers away. Even if we leave before 7:00, we will be in town at about 10:00.
The Arcane went forward, and Moros, dressed as a gentleman, reached the bay of Blue waves. He had lived in Sakun for many years and knew all the land, not to mention little Green Bay. Moros was able to find out where Alan was sleeping.
Without disturbing anyone, Moros expertly climbed the wall into the courtyard and entered the room with a light pry of two pieces of wire. The blacksmith has done this before.