Clinging to the crevices of the stones Dudian climbed up the wall.
"One hundred fifty meters on right and left. Every three hundred meters or so a guard is stationed." Dudian had used his sense of smell to pick the place to climb up.
Dudian quietly waited on the wall.
A moment later, torrents of rain came down.
Dudian took the opportunity to quietly grope up and climbed down the sharp woods. He looked around and saw that the soldiers have left.
During the rain the soldiers stationed on the wall would retreat to a place where they could protect themselves form the rain.
Dudian seized the god give opportunity.
Although Dudian's sense of smell was suppressed in the rain but he could still perceive the dodors around seven or eight miles range. He ran all the way without stopped. Occasionally he would encounter patrol's crossing by. Instead of avoiding them he would attack them head on.
Half an hour later.
A figure turned up in a living area at the outer edge of the commercial district. There were no pedestrians on the outskirts of the suburb because of drizzling rain.
"I am back," Dudian's eyes were cold as he looked at the quiet town.
He went to the town inn and hired a horse.
The boss of the inn saw that Dudian's clothes were drenched in rain. It was a strange sight but when he saw Dudian deliver silver coins he didn't ask anything as he pulled two horses over.
Dudian rode the horse while pulled the other one.
He left the town but still moved along the outskirts of the commercial district. He didn't enter the commercial district as the streets inside were more complex. He would inevitable attract attention. Moreover riding horse were prohibited unless you belong to nobility.
Da da...
He followed the suburban streets all the way.
Dudian would sometimes take a detour and as a result occasionally would encounter attacks by wild animals. He was ready to fight the animals as confidentiality was much important in his view.
"Its getting dark," Dudian looked at the sky and began to ride the horse faster.
Two hours later.
There were six regions in the commercial district. Dudian preferred to move by the region close to the giant wall as there were less people living in those regions.
Dudian was checking the warrants from distance to see if his arrest notice was there. He was relieved to see that the message about him was not spread here. It was going to save him a lot of unneccesary pain.
Moreover, you could go from commercial district to the residential district without any inspection. But you would have to go through rigorous testing if you wanted to come back from residential district into the commercial district.
Dudian changed his horse and released the other one. He wasn't going to pass through one district to the other one using two horses as it would lead to suspicions. After all, sooner or later the news about him breaking out of the jail would be released. He didn't want to be easily traced.
"I have to check Jura and Gray. Its been three years but I hope that they weren't falsely accused of anything because of their ties with me." Dudian couldn't help but think about them as he rode the horse. In addition to his biological parents and sister, they were the closest people to him.
However, he knew that he couldn't appear in front of them right now.
It was dark.
Dudian tried to reach the slums before the curfew time.
After a few hours he wasn't in front of the wall leading to slums. He felt all kinds of strange and unpleasant odor that he hadn't sense in a long time.
He went to the suburbs of the slums where Barton and rest had bought the factory.
It was curfew time and the soldiers were patrolling the street. If they saw a pedestrian, they would beat and arrest them for a few days.
He abandoned the horse in case of being seen by the patrol. He would be able to detour on leg much easier than by a horse.
It was very hard for him to distinct the smell of patrols as the surrounding were full of stench smell.
A few hours later he reached the abandoned factory. It was surrounded by weeds.
Dudian did not smell Barton and others. His brows slightly wrinkled. However it was normal that they weren't here as three years had passed.
Darkness didn't affect his vision and he passed through the endogenous weeds and went into the factory. He found some of the materials that were bought by Barton and others still being in their position that Dudian had designed.
Dudian went through wooden boxes. He found the one with coal and smeared on his face. He found a slightly clean place and lied down to rest.
It had been two days that he hadn't slept so he was exhausted.
The next day.
At the dawn, Dudian woke up and left the factoary towards the place where Barton and rest would use signals to contact each other. He saw the square engraved with special codes that were taught by him.
"Dean, we have bought something"
"Dean, are you alright? We are waiting for you!"
"Dean, we are working in factory in Green Street at North district."
Dudian looked at the last message written by them. It should be more than a year that it was engraved. He looked deeply for a time then turned away and left.