Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Bumpy all the way, when Maltz was finally put down, he felt half his life was going to be consumed.

Mental panic and physical discomfort made him languid, and he was left to Wilmer to manipulate.

He didn't know where he was, and he didn't even notice that the thing in his mouth disappeared.

"About the ins and outs of Shelley and your acquaintance, I want you to explain clearly." The gray-robed man's voice was very cold, with a tone that could not be refused.

All of a sudden, Maltz woke up like a dream, and picked up the soul.He suddenly felt a little cool under his buttocks, and he saw that he was sitting on the wet ground.

He looked around, and there was a huge shadow in front of him, and the man who scared him half to death stood in front of him.It was as if the whole body was enveloped and it was hard to breathe.

The trails on both sides were long and deep, he didn't know this place, and it didn't look like a path that anyone would walk.

Maltz despaired.

"Woo..." A sob burst out, and Maltz suddenly realized that there was nothing stuffed in his mouth, but his throat was slightly dry.

"Help—uh!" The retching feeling rose again, more violent than before, and his jaw was about to fall off.

This time, Maltz saw clearly what it was.He shook his head frantically, his eyes frightened.

"Say." The man said coldly, "Or he dropped his jaw and left you here."

Even if he didn't do anything too extreme, Maltz firmly believed that the strange man in front of him had the ability to crush him to death.

He cherishes his life very much, besides, he has worked hard for more than 20 years, and now he has just survived and his wife has not yet married, so he cannot die in vain.

Maltz nodded obediently, and the sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes, and he didn't blink.

"Cough cough cough cough cough! I said, I said." Once the black mist cleared, he answered anxiously.

"I'm just a small fishmonger, earning a living near the port of Dormont."

"Shelley, I met her three months ago... You should have heard that, in the room, right..." Maltz smiled obsequiously.

"That day there was a lot of wind and waves, and there was heavy rain on the ground. This is often the case in the waters near Lost Island. Many seagoing ships, whether pulling people, transporting goods, or fishing... are often easily buried in the sea in this rainy day. The waves overturned and then swallowed."

"That's how Shelley's boat disappeared. At that time, after I went fishing at sea, I was still busy furling the sails with my companions, and I almost didn't see a few people in the water."

Hearing this, Wilmer frowned and asked, "It's not just Shelley?"

"Not only! There were three people at that time, like ants thrown into the water, little figures, kept calling for help, floating with the waves... I didn't intend to answer, because we couldn't even protect ourselves. But I The companion is a kind-hearted person who has no place to spread his kindness and always likes to meddle in other people's affairs, so he took all three of them aboard."

As he talked, Maltz's fear decreased a lot, and he tried his best to recall the scene at that time.

"Shelley was among the three. She was in a state of embarrassment and trembling, and told us how she fell into the sea—she said that she and the unconscious people beside her came from a special boat."

"Affected by the rainstorm, the ship was forced to furl its sails; it was at this time that the ship had a problem: water leakage! People panicked and fled... The captain sent people to evacuate, but the speed of sinking the ship was inevitable.

"In the end, many people escaped in small boats, and more people disappeared and were all scattered by the raging waves. Shelley had only those who followed her to escape, clutching boards, and drifting on the sea. Next, we rescued them."

"Are the other two men or women, what clothes are they wearing, and what do they look like?" Wilmer asked.

"...Oh, you've got me in trouble." Maltz's face was full of bitterness, his facial features were wrinkled, and they were gathered together.He squinted his eyes, carefully searching for memories.

"The other two are men, this is absolutely true. As for the appearance, I only saw it when I returned to the port after dawn, but I didn't pay much attention at that time..."

"One has long hair, and I don't remember what he was wearing, because he didn't survive that night. I gave him a dried fish and only ate half of it, and he was completely silent. The dried fish is a good one, and I was reluctant to bite more , and finally threw it into the sea together with the people."

When Maltz muttered the second half of the sentence, he looked rather regretful.

"The other one, um...he has a very high nose, and he has a sword stuck in his face, and this is the only one that impresses me the most. Oh yes, and a pair of suede jackets! This thing is really good, I can see it at a glance Recognized. I thought this person was crazy before. How can he jump into the sea without taking off his clothes? It's pure courting death!

"If I had such a good fur coat, I'm afraid I'm not as stupid as him. After all, human life is more important, so maybe I wouldn't do that... It's a pity that he paid the truth in the end, and he paid a lot. Otherwise, like Xue I will keep my coat well, and I won’t even come to the door to ask for arrears.”

Maltz was stunned and sighed.Wilmer didn't talk to him, and let him ramble for a while.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Maltz shut his mouth and secretly glanced at the strange man who seemed to be thinking deeply.After a while, the man asked him to continue.

"It was daylight and the rain stopped. We returned to the port of Dormont, and then parted ways." Maltz replied.

"That's all?" Wilmer asked. "Did they meet anyone at the port?"

Maltz shook his head hesitantly at first, and then nodded slightly, "Yes, yes. Thanks for reminding me. It's more like a meeting than a meeting."

"That's a group of monks...it doesn't seem to be a group, maybe two or three, probably."

The air pressure around Wilmer instantly dropped to freezing point.

"What church?"

"The Church of Light. There are quite a few religious believers on Lost Island, and the most popular ones are the God of Water and the Church of Light."

……

The lunatic was finally willing to let him go... Maltz scolded all the way, his back was sticky and covered in cold sweat.At this moment, the cold wind blew, making him shiver.

The smell of sweat was mixed with the smell of fish, which made him feel sick enough.Who can stand this rotten smell?Maltz was depressed, and when he returned to his residence, a word from his colleague set him on fire.

"Fishmonger, huh, you came back early in the morning with a stinky body. Your butt behind your pants is wet, why, fell into the cesspit, or incontinence?"

"Shut up your stinky mouth, Berkeley!" Maltz blushed as if he had been greatly humiliated, and cursed harshly.

"Do you think I want to run around in this suit? Everyone detours and hates me like driving away mice..."

"Who sees that you don't make a detour? Fishmonger. I think you've been hiding for too long, and you've forgotten your identity. Do you think so, hahaha!"

The small hall was filled with a few big men, who were sitting around the stove and roasting, and some of them were chewing dried meat.After hearing these words, everyone booed and laughed so loudly that the roof would be lifted, and some people spat the chewed dried meat and saliva on Maltz's side.

These offal are all of this virtue.Maltz was furious, took off his shirt, and threw it at several people.

"A dog can't spit out ivory. Sooner or later you will be castrated! Berkeley—hey, bastard, don't laugh. Did the shipment from the day before yesterday arrive? How many people survived?"

"Two died on the way, twelve survived."

"That's okay..." Maltz muttered, changed into a set of clean clothes, hurried out of the house, and slipped into a nearby hut.

On the way, I ran into a big guy who was pulling a skinny child and dragging him in a certain direction.In the alternating seasons of winter and spring, children are dressed in rags.

"Please, let me go, I won't run away, woo hoo..." The child's voice was hoarse, and his words were leaking, a little slurred.

No one answered him, the child seemed to be begging the air for mercy.

There was a dog barking and crying in the distance, making Maltz's brain buzz.

He closed the wooden door and threw himself on the bed.Today's events made him mentally and physically exhausted, and he must have a good sleep to recover his energy.

When the eyelids were about to fight, Maltz vaguely saw a tall figure standing beside the bed.

His heart beat heavily, and his tiredness disappeared.Then, panicked.

This, this guy...how did he appear here? !

Could it be that this man followed him all the way to his own house? ! ! !

"You are not a fishmonger." The gray-robed man said calmly.From the words, no other emotional ups and downs can even be heard.

"You are a human trafficker." The visitor continued to add.

Maltz trembled at every word.As if there was a knife resting on his neck, his body was stiff and he did not dare to move.

He even heard the conversation... Maltz was hit hard.

"Which ones are true and which ones are false? I will give you one last chance to tell the truth. I guarantee it with your life."

Maltz was stunned, nodded dully, and immediately, as if he had never seen anyone before, he held back his words for half his life; and the terrifying man in front of him became his only true friend, and he only confided all his heartfelt words to him.

"I'm not a fishmonger, as you can see, I'm a scumbag, a shameful, dirty human trafficker. Well, where do I begin... Yes, yes! Shelley was actually on my boat, she never Some other messed up shipwreck."

"The rainstorm is true, the other two men are true, even the man who was thrown away by us after he died is true! It's just that he, he died of illness. I beg you to listen to me patiently, although Speaking of this, we can come to an end..."

"Uh, Shelley, she and the man with the big nose, the one in the suede coat, they traveled from Svia to the Lost Isle together. Would you like to see the roster? Mister Sorcerer. If you If you don't believe me, I'll get you their register immediately. Even if they're not 'cargo'."

Maltz scrambled towards a cabinet, his hands trembling, and it took him a long time to unlock the lock.

Flipping through to find a booklet, he hurriedly flipped to a certain location, and presented it to Wilmer respectfully.

"Look here. Here, Shelley's name, and another man, just below her."

The name of Tim Jacob—the man who died of the dark arts first—was emblazoned on the parchment.The rest are supplemented by appearance, such as facial features, and place of origin.

"Besides, this man's suede coat was changed on board," Maltz winced.

"His clothes were discarded and put on, and he didn't take them until he disembarked. I kept them for the slaves to wear. You... If you don't mind, I will go and take off the slave's clothes now!...Okay, You seem to mind, that's fine."

"The rest are all facts, which I have reported to you, my lord."

Maltz flinched, and the man just flipped through the register in silence.Time passed so slowly that Maltz thought he was suffocating.

He was about to say a few more words when his lips were only half opened.In the next second, the back of the neck was hit hard, and the body fell to the ground, fainting.

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感谢在2021-12-1820：42：01～2021-12-2001：40：04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yida chewing gum;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!