"Groundhog" Cole anxiously looked out of the window.
Although the snow never stopped in this ghostly place, and the sky was as dirty and gray as a sheet that his grandmother hadn't washed for years, he still had another way to tell the time.
That was the training of the militia. As long as the weather allowed, they would run through the square in the center of the town every morning (8 o'clock). Before the Months of the Demons, these idiots had been doing this, and now they were still doing it. Don't these people know that the most important thing to do in winter is to save their strength? When it's time to escape, I'm afraid you'll have to beg God to give you two more legs. But thanks to these idiots, he was able to determine the approximate time to leave.
Yes, he had to escape from this demonic town! Although His Royal Highness the Second Prince had ordered him to lurk in Border Town and observe the movements of the Fourth Prince, Roland Wimbledon, and send the information back to Valencia, he didn't want to stay there for even a moment longer.
He was afraid that in another half a month, he would become a devil's sacrifice together with the residents.
This was by no means an alarmist!
Since the beginning of winter, there had been an endless stream of strange things happening here. Other people might not have noticed it, but this was not surprising. Most of the townspeople were ignorant country bumpkins. In addition to eating, they didn't care about anything, even God was not in their eyes. But he was different, he was "Groundhog" Cole! Spying and stealing information were his unique skills, so His Highness Timothy had asked him to do this kind of thing.
The city wall that broke through the ground overnight, and the iron rod that could knock down demonic beasts, of course, these were not as amazing as his most amazing discovery.
The dignified 4th Prince of the kingdom was actually raising witches in public!
God is merciful, is there anything more exaggerated than this? If the prince wasn't controlled by the devil, he simply couldn't think of any other explanation!
Even if the prince wanted to have a taste of the witches, he could do whatever he wanted in the castle. This was not the first time that Cole had heard of nobles keeping witches. These witches could be wantonly played with, and even if they were dead, no one would care about them, which was very suitable for some nobles with strange tastes.
This was not his delusion, he had seen it with his own eyes!
Following the principle that he would work for whoever paid him, Cole would stroll around the city walls every day when the snow was not heavy. There, he would often see the figure of Prince Roland. Originally, he had been wondering what made this incompetent playboy prince have the courage to stay in Border Town, instead of running back to Longsong Stronghold. Now he completely understood, Roland Wimbledon had already been replaced by the devil!
He saw with his own eyes that the city wall was broken by a huge demonic beast, and the Devil killed it with a thunderclap. Then, the demonic beasts that swarmed over were engulfed by the hellfire summoned by a witch. In the end, the witch threw herself into the arms of the Prince, and no one in the militia raised any questions!
After that, he heard other rumors from his neighbors, saying that there was a witch with healing abilities. What about his son's injury being cured? What about the old lady who slipped and broke her leg being sent over? What blasphemy! Being healed by a witch? What was the difference between that and accepting the demon's corruption?
What made Cole make up his mind was two days ago, when he saw a witch fly out of the prince's castle, circle around the castle twice and then fly back. The priest of the church often said that after a witch was tempted by the devil, she could only get one kind of power. But he had at least seen flames and flying, plus the rumors of a healing witch, which meant that in this small town, there were actually three witches!
There was no doubt that the Devil had turned the Lord's castle into a gathering place for demons, and the residents here were gradually under their control. He had to escape as soon as possible. Anyway, he held the secret to the rapid construction of the border wall in his hands. As long as he gave the stolen alchemy powder to the second prince, he would not only not punish him, but would also reward him.
The more Cole thought about it, the more he regretted not returning to Longsong Stronghold with the evacuated nobles.
Now, if he wanted to leave this place, it was definitely not feasible to go by land. The continuous winter snow would cover all the roads. His only chance was to use Willow Town's merchant ship to leave by water.
According to Cole's observation, on the first day of every month, Willow Town's ship would come with food, and after four to six hours of unloading and loading, it would set sail and leave the dock. He had to take advantage of this time to sneak onto the ship, otherwise he could only wait until next month.
And today, was the first day of the month.
"One, two, three, four, one two three four." At this moment, Cole heard the familiar slogan. Outside the window, a group of young men wearing brown leather armor ran by in high spirits. If he hadn't already seen through the devil's plot, he would definitely have been deceived by this scene of youthful vigor.
It's time to go, he thought.
Putting on his fur coat, Cole tightened his belt and went out of the cabin. A neighbor was collecting dried fish outside the house, and when he saw him, he greeted him, "Going out so early?
I have to say, although the Lord of Border Town was controlled by the devil, the lives of these ignorant people had become a lot better, and they even dared to hang dried fish outside the house – you know, if people were extremely hungry, even if it was frozen as hard as a stone, they would still be able to swallow it.
But Cole didn't have time to respond to him, he looked at the militia disappearing in the west, and went straight in the direction of the dock. The residents here all thought of him as Iron Oar's younger brother, who came from Fallen Dragon Ridge to visit his relatives – of course, it was all nonsense.Before killing Iron Oar, he asked the other's name and address, and then disguised himself as his younger brother and lurked here. As for the identity he made up, he didn't care whether those idiots believed him or not.
The snow on the stone road had been swept a few days ago, and now it was almost over the top of his shoes. He maintained a constant pace, trying to save as much strength as possible – as for the footprints he left behind, he wasn't worried, at most in a day, the snow would cover them again. Maybe when he arrived at Valencia, they would still be in the dark.
When he arrived at the dock, Cole saw the long-awaited sailboat from Willow Town.
Sacks of wheat were being carried out from the cabin, and there were guards standing guard around them. He touched his pocket, inside there were two Golden Dragon and sixteen Silver Royals, that was all he had.There were six guards, but the Silver Wolf probably wouldn't be interested, and the Golden Dragon wasn't enough, so he had to focus on the porters. The stacked goods provided a blind spot, and knocking out a porter and replacing him was what he was good at. If he could get on board, he believed that under the temptation of the Golden Dragon, the captain would most likely hide him and take him away.
Just as Cole was about to act, he heard a shout behind him.
He knew something was wrong, and turned around, only to see several militia members rushing in his direction, and there were also people closing in on him. Obviously, he had been surrounded.
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Cole immediately raised his hands and knelt on the ground. In his line of work, one must not stubbornly resist. As long as he spat out all the information about the employer, he would generally be safe and sound, or … they would hire him back at a higher price.
How much money you get, how much you do was also Cole's principle.