Chapter 142

Silver Sand Bay, this large island, has its most prosperous area on the west side, where a crescent-shaped natural harbor is embedded.

And the easternmost part of the island, due to dense undercurrents, reefs, and a lack of valuable resources for development, still maintains its primitive natural appearance to this day.

On the east coast at this time, a fungal thread ship with its bottom worn flat lay tilted on the shore; the ship's hull, which was already loosely assembled, was now almost completely falling apart—this was the price of forcibly rushing onto the shore.

The two mermaids broke free from the fungal thread tentacles and escaped in the final chaos, but at this point, Lin Jun didn't care whether they escaped or not.

Most of the red reef fruits loaded on the ship were preserved; because it wasn't suitable to carry them all the time, Lin Jun hid them under a pile of stones.

Because Dylan's current image was too much like a beggar, Lin Jun could only use his superb knife skills to help Dylan trim his stubble and overly long hair; the whole process only resulted in three cuts.

"Didn't expect to arrive directly at Silver Sand Bay."

Dylan, who figured out his location, sighed a bit about his good luck; he originally thought he would first run to another island and would have to take a ship to get here.

"Don't be happy too soon, think about how long you've been delayed on this trip, it's hard to say if you can find your daughter." Lin Jun was merciless when splashing cold water. "Let's go to the tavern and see first."

Dylan scratched his head; going to the tavern to collect information was indeed a standard operation, but—

"Boss, we don't have any money on us now..."

Dylan's gold coins had sunk into the sea in the mist along with his luggage bag; he had been considering how to earn some money since just now.

"We're going to the tavern to earn money." Lin Jun said as a matter of course.

Since the Boss said so...

Dylan pushed open the door of the tavern called Broken Sword and Leftovers, and as soon as he entered, he was almost smoked out by the smell inside.

Although Dylan himself was smelly, for the past month, he had been breathing fresh natural air; suddenly coming to such a smoke-filled environment mixed with inferior alcohol and sweat, he was really a bit unaccustomed.

Especially the tobacco smell inside; he hadn't smelled such a pungent type in Ya Feng Town, and Dylan guessed it might be a specialty of the archipelago.

"Sir... sir..."

A timid voice came; it was a slave attendant carrying a tray of wine with an iron collar around his neck.

Only then did Dylan notice that he was blocking the already crowded passage.

Silently stepping back two steps, Dylan couldn't help but take a few more looks at the slave attendant.

His body was thin and weak, his wrists and calves were crisscrossed with new and old whip marks, and there was a slave brand burned by a branding iron on the back of his neck.

In the Kingdom, although there were slaves, most were concentrated in the nobles' manors; no boss would use a slave as a tavern attendant, and the culture on the archipelago was clearly different from the Kingdom.

Just as Dylan was about to withdraw his gaze, a foot suddenly stretched out from the shadows, tripping the slave attendant precisely.

Bang!

The wine tray left his hand, the ceramic cup shattered, and the turbid wine splashed all over the floor.

The slave fell heavily onto the greasy floor, the broken ceramic shards cut his skin, and his muffled groan was drowned out by the erupting laughter.

"Look at this idiot!" The man who stretched out his foot clapped his table and laughed, and the people around also echoed.

The boss behind the counter frowned at the wine stains and fragments on the floor and said impatiently to the slave: "Useless thing, clean it up."

Then he said to the customer who stretched out his foot with dissatisfaction: "These losses will be added to your wine bill."

The customer shrugged; he didn't care about that little money at all.

Dylan looked at the slave lying on the ground picking up the ceramic shards; if Bella had also become like this...

His hands clenched involuntarily.

"Dylan, let's go from that side."

"Ah?"

Following the Boss's request, Dylan stepped over the slave lying on the ground and circled the left half of the tavern.

"Like this?" Dylan asked.

"Okay, okay, that's enough."

The scout backpack quietly stuffed a small bag into Dylan's hand; he picked it up and looked—a money bag.

"This is..." "Picked it up!"

Dylan's eyelid twitched, but he wasn't some paladin, and he really needed money now...

With money, everything was easy to handle; two silver coins made the tavern boss point out an information peddler to Dylan.

A glass of iced fruit wine was pushed by Dylan to a small person sitting in an inconspicuous corner.

The small person took a casual sip and said: "Haven't seen you before; you should know that you need more than just a glass of wine, right?"

Ten silver coins were thrown on the table; the small person pursed his lips, muttering while collecting the silver coins: "It's just ordinary information..."

Then he started talking about some well-known news lately.

From the Giant Horn Island being completely swallowed by the mist, to the increasingly deteriorating relationship between the three major slave owners of the archipelago, and the major event that happened in Silver Sand Bay a few days ago—Glossa's secretary was brutally murdered in the outhouse, but the Garrison Commander Oruk incompetently let the murderer run away, so he was removed from his post, and a newcomer who had been in the limelight recently took his place.

After he finished speaking, Dylan asked: "If I want to inquire about a specific person..."

The small person narrowed his eyes and tapped the table twice with his finger.

After giving another 30 silver coins, Dylan got a name and a location.

Dylan was just about to get up and leave when a quarrel suddenly broke out in the tavern.

"There's... no rule for credit here." The tavern boss put down the wine glass he was wiping and said coldly.

And the guy who just tripped the slave was anxiously searching his whole body, but couldn't find his money bag no matter what.

"It... it must be that slave! He was just beside me, and he stole it while I was distracted!"

The boss was too lazy to listen to his defense: "If you don't have money, leave your weapon behind, and bring money to redeem it!"

The people watching the fun around occasionally let out gloating laughter; they loved watching slave jokes, and they loved watching customer jokes even more.

The mockery stimulated the man; he drew the curved blade from his waist and roared at the surroundings: "What are you laughing at?"

However, this move only earned him more boos.

And the boss silently took down the short axe hanging behind the counter.

Bang!

The door was kicked open, and an arrogant voice came: "What are you doing? I heard the noise from outside; Lord Tian Qi just took office and you're looking for trouble, right?"

The speaker was a guard; he pushed aside the suddenly silent crowd.

Behind him, a middle-aged man called Tian Qi walked in with more guards.

His eyes swept over, like inspecting his territory, and finally locked onto the man holding the blade.

"Lord Garrison Commander, this person ate a free meal and still wanted to make a move." The tavern boss suddenly spoke up.

"I... I didn't..." The man still wanted to defend himself, but Tian Qi had already waved his hand, and the guards took the man down.

Although the man was holding a curved blade, he didn't dare to make a move in the face of the guards; it wasn't everyone who could be like that assassin before, committing a crime in Silver Sand Bay and still being able to escape...

Seeing the avoidance in the eyes of others, he nodded with satisfaction and turned to walk out of the tavern.

After he left, the short person beside Dylan whispered: "That's the new Garrison Commander in the limelight I told you about."

No one noticed that a backpack was hiding behind the chair, avoiding the possible gaze of the Garrison Commander.

Lin Jun recalled the Garrison Commander's panel with mixed feelings.

[Name: Tian Zhong Xiu Qi]

[Race: Human]

[Level: lv18]

[Skill: Memory Deletion lv4...]

[Title: Hero]

What the hell?

There are other heroes?

And he's a Japanese person?