Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 486 Pursuit

Six men with backpacks carrying drum bags stepped off a freshly docked ocean smuggling boat and took a lap on the dock before walking helplessly to the three-story stone building called Customs. This is a must-have checkpoint for all smugglers arriving in Port Cobichous, Tyrrheim.

“Name?” Customs officials in blue and black uniforms measured the six fierce men in front of them, apparently judging them to be yet another group of smugglers entering the Overseas Autonomous Territories.

“My name is Gruya. Ferdie, they're all my people. His name is Mordeni. Giarazzo, his name is..." The head man laughed and introduced himself and his companion's name to the customs officer in front of him.

Customs officials are just not interested in introducing themselves, and their heads will be registered on a form in the first Han Gazette, and they will continue to ask: "Where are you from? What was the name of the boat you were on? ”

“We're from Crusoa, on the Silver Cod.” The man headed replied.

Crusoa is the abbreviation for the colony of the Kingdom of Riznia in the southern part of the Farea continent, which was developed relatively early in the colonies of the countries of the West Coast and is about three to four Tyrsim States, home to nearly three million Riznians, produces fine sheep and camel skins, and is rich in timber and mineral resources.

Hearing the six big men in front of them coming from Crusoa on board the Silver Cod, customs officials further identified them as smugglers. Instead of asking questions, a quick answer will be recorded on the form for the first man, and the completed form will be handed over to a colleague next to him. The colleague copied the contents of the form onto another form paper, took out the customs stamp and stamped the names of the two forms, which gave the copied form back to the first customs officer.

The first customs officer signed his name and stamped it after checking that the copies on this form were correct for his registration. That's when I handed the form to the man in front of me:

“The customs clearance fee is one Liazo per person, keep this form and prove your identity when you come across a patrol. In addition, this form is valid for a period of three months and, if your business has not been completed by the due date, you will need to apply to the local patrol police and civil affairs authorities for an extension. But the process will be more complicated and more expensive..."

The head man pulled a silver coin out of his pocket and put it on the table respectfully: "Thank you, don't look. ”

“Wait..." The customs officer checked the silver coin, then asked the colleague next to him to make a note, pulled the drawer, put the silver coin in, and then lit the four notes on the table: “Here's the money you're looking for, take it back. We are an autonomous customs officer, not a waiter in a tavern, we don't need your reward, tipping us is an insult to our identity! ”

“Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Thank you again.” The leading man nodded in embarrassment, expressing his apologies, reaching out to pick up the note found on the table and gauging it curiously. The banknotes total two hours, three dark silver, with a large Riasso inscription on them. The bronze note is marked with five sonars, only one.

“Low denomination banknotes issued by our Overseas Autonomous Territories can serve as a universal metal currency. If you encounter a businessman in an autonomous territory who refuses to collect your banknotes, congratulations, you will soon be rich. As long as there is evidence of his refusal to trade such banknotes issued by the Autonomous Territory, you will be entitled to one and one-tenth of the defendant's merchant's property. Unfortunately, so far, the Autonomous Sovereign has not found such a foolish businessman...”

This would be a very casual customs official who spoke up to the big man in front of him, who had met countless smugglers for the first time who had seen uncertain banknotes. Most of the smugglers who put these notes in their arms, however, held the idea that they could not be used as souvenirs to take home, and printed them beautifully and inexpensively anyway.

Only later, when the Autonomous Territories discovered the convenience of using the banknotes, the smugglers deliberately went to the overseas Minsheng Bank to exchange some banknotes and put them around, and when they returned, they did not want to exchange them again. These banknotes are now said to be equally common in the colonies of the West Coast countries, where colonies also lack low-denomination metal currencies.

The head man shoved the four notes back into his pocket and nodded again at the customs officer, turning around to take his own companion away. Perhaps his courtesy touched the customs officials, and he shouted at the back of the big man: "Give you a piece of advice, it's best to keep your weapons away from the hotel. Our Overseas Autonomous Territories are safe and orderly. If you take your weapons to the streets, it's easy to be the target of the patrol..."

He and his companion left the customs office after repeatedly thanking the first man.

“Without weapons? Are you kidding me? If we meet an enemy or that vile woman, don't we look like toothless hounds? What do we use against the enemy and that woman?” A whisper complained of dissatisfaction with a stronger man beside the first man.

“You talk too much!” The big man stared at the complaining crude man: “The customs officer was right, if order were good here, we would be more visible on the street with weapons. Don't forget what happened to the third squad. Isn't it a lesson to learn that this is how they were treated as robbers by local guards in Laziod, that there were fierce shootouts, and that all of them died on the streets because they were exhausted?

Our priority now is to find out the whereabouts of that despicable woman, who has been out of our tracking line for almost half a month. On the Farea continent, in the West Coast colonies, she has been circling with us for two or three years. We swore blood, we must kill her and avenge our majesty. Unless we all die, we will find her and kill her... "

The headstrong man talked and looked up, and he would never forget that bloody night. They deliberately relaxed the escort and pulled the guard a little farther away in order to avoid suspicion, and as a result, let the despicable woman find the opportunity to assassinate her. Their escorts later realized that the woman was an extremely hidden magician and was easily killed by her to escape.

This is their greatest failure as close escorts from the Kingdom's special services, and no one will forgive them for their mistakes. Because they were members of the Kingdom's special services against the sorcerers, but their negligence led to the assassination of His Majesty. As many angry officers have said to their guards kneeling before His Majesty: "Why are you scum still alive, if I were you to commit suicide in shame! ”

Instead of wanting to commit suicide, they wanted to find that despicable woman and the conspirators behind her back who had instructed her to assassinate Her Majesty, bringing her head and their skull back to His Majesty's grave for sacrifice before committing suicide. It was just that the woman was so cunning that it took them two or three years to make out with that woman a few times and she never got what she wanted. Instead, the more than forty men who hunted this woman must have been more than half damaged by accidents, leaving more than twenty to date.

“Head, take it easy.” The round face next to the first man, who looked nice and approachable, persuaded: "That vile woman could not hide in the Farea continent, and we chased her to the west coast of the Nubian continent. These two years, although we lost a lot, we forced her to nowhere to hide, and had to flee to the direct overseas jurisdiction, which should be the last place she could hide. Once we find out she has nowhere else to run, we will find her and find out the truth behind the assassination of His Majesty...”

Taking a deep breath for the first man, he slowly calmed down, and the divine colour on his face reappeared: “Thank you, Egger, it's my fault. You know, as long as I think of that night, remembering that His Majesty's body is in front of me, I can't control my emotions... now let's go find a place to fall, you mark it, and give it to the people behind us.

By the way, Egger, I remember overseas jurisdictions used to have undercover agents arranged by our special department. I don't know if they're still here. You take two people and see if you can get in touch. I wonder if they've been reclaimed by the kingdom's special services now? If we can get in touch, maybe they can help us a lot... "

The round-faced man nodded: "Okay, I'll show you when we find a place to stay. Boss, look at the patrol cops over there, keep staring at us. If we don't just stand in front of the customs, they might come looking for us, or find a place to settle down first..."

“It's okay, look at me.” The leading man has recovered his witty nature, smiling and walking across the street to a few patrol cops with the form handed to him by a customs officer. In front of the patrol officers, he bowed half a bow, then handed the forms to the patrol officers, laughed and talked to them, and said goodbye.

“Hey, boss, how did you do that? Those patrol cops ignored us.” The round-faced man asked in surprise.

The head man sighed: "This place is safe, as the customs official said. Those patrol cops are watching us because of these big backpacks behind us, and the shape of the weapons is clear at first glance. I just handed them this form and said we were new here, and they didn't think so. Just to warn us that it is best not to carry long-range and heavy weapons in the city in case of accidental injuries from patrol officers who are rushed into a dispute..."

“So it's okay to carry a short blade?” The round-faced man asked.

Nod your head for the first man: “You can wear swords and knives, mainly firearms and crossbows. Do not carry them with you. You see, we are registered on this form as smugglers, carrying guns and crossbows on board, but carrying them in the city is easily misguided. Remember that when you go out next, take your swords with you and defend yourselves. You don't have to bring all your special guns. ”

“We know.” All five of the big guys nodded.

“Well, call a carriage.” Says the first man, "two patrol officers just recommended the Saffron Big Tavern in South City, saying the food was delicious, the waitress was cute and thoughtful, the service was thoughtful, and the price was affordable. Let's go to the Saffron Grand Tavern and wait for our followers to arrive..."

The round-faced man took his two companions out of the Saffron Grand Tavern, sent a carriage towards the city gate, got near the city gate, got off the carriage and paid for the ride, and began to spin around the house around that area. Half an hour later, he finally found two intersecting triangles on a bluestone foundation along the street store. This image is painted on the stone surface by a reckless child, but a closer look reveals that it is engraved on the stone.

“Let's go to the store and see if it's the contact we're looking for.” The round-faced man entered the store with two companions, and after more than a decade they came out, obviously, neither the owner of the store nor the fellow in the store was the contact they were looking for.

“We asked around and said we had a crush on the store and wanted to know where the owner lived?” The only harvest was that they heard that the shop was rented and that the owner did not live here, as if he had another residence in the city.

In the evening, the round-faced man appeared with two companions in a mess hall in West City, looked at a small door inside and knocked up.

“Who is it?” There was a sound inside.

“Does Mr. Maybroom live here?” The round-faced man asked.

The noise inside disappeared. After a moment, a hurried footsteps came, the small door was opened, an old man in his fifties came out of the door, and the fox looked suspiciously at the round-faced man and three others: “Mr. Maybroom does not live here, but his cousin, Mr. Dumbieus, lives here. ”

The round-faced man laughed: "Does Mr. Dunbillius have a brother named Kenyak, the butler of Viscount Murilot Wang? ”

The old man was relieved: "Yes, he lives in the Baron's White Autumn Castle. You sent him a letter..... come in first. ”

The round-faced man entered the small door, which was a large courtyard, and a two-story, three-bedroom bluestone brick building.

The old man closed the door and looked back at the three round-faced men: “Are you from Wang Du? The Special Branch has been reorganized? ”

The round-faced man shook his head hard, and the old man suddenly cautioned: “So who are you, how do you know this 10-year-old joint warrant? ”

“We, we haven't returned to the King in years, and now we don't know what's going on with the King.” The round-faced man pulled a dark iron card out of his arms and handed it to the old man: “This is our ID, they both have it, we are members of the Secret Service..."

The old man was very knowledgeable and could see the origin of the three round-faced men from the sight of the iron medal: “You are only reserve members of the SWAT, the official SWAT members are holding silver license plates. What's the big deal, even the SWAT reserve? ”

“Go inside and say, we've been looking for you all afternoon, tired and tired, get us some water.” A round-faced man is a little tired and a little curious to ask: “Why can a sneak agent like you leave a contact point to move here? Is it true that the magician you're watching is dead? ”

The old man led three people into the house and sighed: “I had no idea if I was dead. The problem was that I didn't know where the magician I was going to be watching. Several years ago, the Grey Tower magician of Higros Island came to assassinate several generals of the theatre, which was followed by a massive inventory campaign in all the theatres, capturing and taking away all the hidden magicians.

The magician I was ordered to watch was no exception and never came back. I also went to the patrol police force in the name of my neighbour to report him missing, which resulted in a reprimand for being classified in the theatre and not having to listen. If I go after him again, I'm afraid I'll get caught. So I wrote the report and sent it back to Wangdu, but Wangdu never replied.

This was followed by the outbreak of the civil war in the Kingdom, which cut off the link between the mainland and the Overseas Territories, and now several years later, even the Overseas Territories have declared autonomy. My house next to the gates was seen as rich and powerful, and I couldn't afford to rent it to them as a shop. You were the first people to contact me by secret order with a special department connector ten years ago. I thought you were from Wangdu and wanted to re-wire the spy here... "

The round-faced man was somewhat lost: “At that time, Prince Hansburg left the king, and more than half of the special department's people chose to follow the great prince. Later, the great prince attacked Wangdu by sea and regained control of Wangdu. Only then did we realize that the kingdom's special department was about to cease to exist, and that the rest of us were either bodyguards or displaced from power. What was in the warehouse was looted, and no one knew who did it.

Our loss of life during the civil war was enormous, and we lost many of them in order to protect the Great Prince from assassinations. Later, the Great Prince came to King's Landing, and we have less than sixty people in the Special Branch. His Majesty's army was later defeated, evacuated from White Deer City and returned to the newly occupied territories. Then he was assassinated. Since then, we've only got twenty left. ”

“So what do you want me to do this time? Don't tell us how many generals you want to assassinate in this autonomous military region? That's not something you guys can do at all, and I don't want to get into something like this...” The old man said on guard.

“No...” The round-faced man shook his head and took a small portrait out of his arms: "Although these generals from overseas jurisdictions have betrayed our majesty, we do not mean to bother them. We're here to find this woman on the portrait, who should have been here half a month ago, so far gone unknown.

She's the one who assassinated His Majesty. We've been looking for her for three years. She has been evading our pursuit, from the west coast to the direct jurisdiction. We must find her and kill her to avenge His Majesty. By the way, she has a little black dog beside her... "