Hotel on the mountain

Thorad Chiyo was wearing a cross helmet and a machete on his waist as he walked down a corridor covered with red carpet. He stood behind a pillar and observed several gambling tables in the hall on the first floor.

There was a young man with blond hair and wearing a black and white formal suit who took a glass of whiskey from the passing attendant and came to Thorad's side.

"Over there, did you see it?" Polanyi's long legs were crossed, and he was leaning on the railing, looking at a person at a certain gambling table.

"Well," Thorard said, "That's Harvey Wood. But what I'm looking for is Aina Wood."

"Aren't you ready to listen to Obsward? He said that we should wait a little longer. He has to do the ideological work of that woman." Polanyi curled up his lips in a tone that sounded like he was mocking.

"It is impossible for commoners and nobles to be together."

Thorad gave his decision, his eyes searched the crowd, his voice was low and fast, "We found Aina, tied her up, asked about the whereabouts of my wife Belinda, and then used her to Exchange Belinda with the psychic medium. If that's not enough, tie up Harvey, or chop her into pieces and send them back piece by piece like Obsward said."

Bolanni had no expression and said to himself: "Then I will go to the private room upstairs to help you take a look. Aina is so favored that she should be qualified to open a private room for fun."

"Obswold told us about the party tonight, but didn't tell us where Eina was?"

"Huh, do you think he just didn't tell you? Don't think too much, he just doesn't want his future noble lady to be targeted by us."

Thorad was silent. Polanyi patted his shoulder and left. However, Polanyi came back before taking a few steps and asked with doubts: "Thorad, have you thought about how to escape?" ?" Thorad turned his head and looked at him without saying anything.

"This is a pleasure boat. It is wandering on the sea. The younger generation of wealthy people from Zali City have gathered here. They all have guards. Plus the pleasure boat itself is equipped with guards. There are at least dozens of people on this boat. A high-quality combatant." Bolani continued, "If you tie someone up, are you going to grab a lifeboat and run away? Or do you want to jump into the water and swim back?"

Bolani saw the cold eyes behind Thorad's mask, and added: "Okay, okay, I know you are powerful, you may have a third option - kill everyone on this ship. Run again. But man, think about it, is this realistic?”

"You're trying to persuade me to give up targeting Aina."

"I don't know, Thorad." Polani said in a somewhat unconfident tone, "The three of us have experienced life and death. Maybe, you, in my heart -" His eyes looked left and right, and he did not dare to speak out. But in the end, he said very quickly, "He is my brother."

"So, although Obsward's idea is very unrealistic, we can't chop the girl he likes into pieces." Polanyi put the whiskey glass on the railing and gestured to chop it into pieces. He shrugged, took another sip of whiskey, and said, "That's my opinion."

Thorad was silent for a while and sighed: "Bolani, I didn't want to kill her, I just wanted to tie her up. If what Obsward said is true, then Daora will definitely exchange his Daughter’s.”

"Okay, Thorad, I know you miss your wife very much. Moreover, Obsward also needs to get the psychic control medium so that he can return to Jetro. You all have reasons for having to do it. And what about me?" At this point, Polanyi sneered, "I can't believe that I'm actually helping Yetro."

"Bolani, we are just your brothers in friendship. But Jetro, he is your brother in family." Thorad said like an experienced person, "Believe me, the bond of family is deeper than any emotion. If you are willing to help your brother do dangerous things, then when you go into danger, he will do his best to help you. "

"Really? My relationship with him is not good. He was just born three years earlier than me. I am not better than him in any way, or in other words, in which way is he better than my sister Pushila? If my sister Pushila It’s a man, and the position of patriarch is definitely hers.”

At this time, Polani was also in a daze. He couldn't tell whether it was he who looked down on his brother, or whether he looked down on Jetro because of his great dissatisfaction with his sister's experience. He finished the whiskey and said, "But it doesn't matter. Coming out to hang out with you guys is just an experience." Polanyi walked away slowly, holding the whiskey glass.

"You should go and see your brother when you have time. He is not a simple person." Thorad didn't know if his voice reached Bolanni's ears. He watched the latter go up to the third floor without looking back. He turned around and stared at the people in the gambling hall on the first floor.

Polanyi's method of finding targets in the private room on the third floor was very simple. He did not use the kind of psychic search that would cause people to be alert, but used the most primitive method - listening against the wall and looking through the cracks in the door.

He moved from box to box, and there were sounds of yelling, smashing, making noise, gasping, playing cards, talking, drinking, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., until he arrived at the door of one of the boxes. When he was talking, he listened intently, as if a group of officers were talking about military matters. This was not the intelligence he needed to collect, so he simply ignored it.

In the box, the short and stocky businessman Alboff asked his assistant to pour the whiskey for the officers present. There are only 400 bottles of whiskey left in the world. It has a rich and unique taste that cannot let your brain deceive your tongue and say - this The wine doesn't taste good. It will only let your tongue tell your head that this wine is really amazing.

Every officer eagerly picked up this small glass of unique whiskey and tasted it carefully. Their faces had their own characteristics, but on the sofa chair, under the soft light, everyone seemed to be intoxicated as if they had fallen into a dreamland. stand up.

"How?" Albophe lit a cigar and asked with a smile.

"Perfect, only perfect." A man with a resolute face and dark skin exposed to the sun spoke. He seemed to be the leader of this group of officers, and the others nodded in agreement.

The officer was still unfinished, twirling his tongue and licking the remaining aroma of wine in his mouth: "It would be great if this wine was still sold. It's a pity, it's something you can't buy even if you have money."

"Oh, Colonel, have you forgotten? Aren't there already two bottles in the wine cabinet at your house?" Albo shook the ashes from his cigar and reminded him kindly.

"Oh? Oh! I forgot." The colonel patted his head, "As I get older, my memory is a little worse. You just said, what do you need my help with?"

"That's right, Colonel, I have a ship that will come from the Dark Sea Strait. It has some valuable cargo on it, so it's not convenient for it to meet your patrol fleet." Albofei said these words with a smile. , making the officer look a bit embarrassed.

"That's right...but..." The colonel leaned back in his chair, as if he was having a hard time.

"There is also a large safe on the ship. I remember that the shipping address seems to be yours." Albophe scratched his head and thought hard.

"Oh, I remember, I remember, you are from the Hebrew Empire, right? Well, I ordered a batch of goods." The colonel nodded happily, indicating that his memory was still good.

"Then, let's drink up this bottle of whiskey first. To celebrate our reunion tonight, we'll have to play some cards later." Albofi waved his hand, and his assistant came forward to pour wine for everyone. , they were having fun in the box, laughing and talking.

Polani outside the door has gone far away, but he still sticks to the wall and uses primitive methods to find traces of Aina.