Berry Street.

It's neither great nor too bad in Bilgewater.

It’s ordinary, no big shots or big events have ever happened, and not many people will care about it.

3 Berry Street.

An ordinary address as ordinary as the street where it is located, an ordinary house with mud walls, roofs mixed with banana leaves, and a typical Bilgewater style.

You can find the same house if you change a street or an address, many, many.

And Graves was sitting opposite the ordinary house, a tavern that was almost flooded, carrying a glass of ordinary rum.

If you have to say something different, this tavern has a large floor-to-ceiling magic crystal glass window, which allows Graves, who is sitting by the window, to clearly see the deep alley opposite.

"Is there anything else you need?" the bartender at the tavern stood in front of Graves with a humble smile.

This was the third time he had stood in front of him in the afternoon, and he must have been cursing in his heart.

But it is true that for such a tavern, it is really annoying to sit alone for an afternoon after ordering a glass of rum.

Graves had been surveillance in this tavern for an afternoon, and he had not even come out of the alley.

He even began to doubt the authenticity of the words of the masked man Fick.

Or, the other party has gone out long ago?

"Child, who is the person living opposite?" Graves asked as he drank the last bit of rum in his glass.

"What are you asking about this?" The bartender clearly showed a vigilant look and doubt.

The bartender is an extremely young child, who may not even be over fifteen years old, but his tender face has rare traces of wind and frost.

Graves was not surprised at this. Because he also came out to make a living at a very young age. When he was eight years old, he knew how to cheat others for money. Bilgewater never lacked children with hardships, so he also knew what such children needed...

"Get another glass of rum, the more you are." Graves smiled and pushed out two silver coins, pressing the second one under his hands and whispered. "Don't let your boss discover it."

"Okay, sir, a glass of rum, come right away." The boy picked up the silver coin on the surface very lightly, and then pulled out the one pressed by Graves.

He quickly brought a glass of rum, and at the same time lowered his voice and looked at the alley opposite him and said, "I don't know who is living opposite him, but they are all mysterious and mysterious. They don't see people all year round. Sometimes there are strangers living for a while and leaving quickly. Oh, recently, a group of strangers have moved in."

"What else?" Graves frowned and looked at the little devil in front of him. What the guy said was equivalent to not saying it, it was all things he knew.

"And..." The boy hesitated and looked at Graves's hand again, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

"Boy, your mother hasn't taught you. Don't look at the second one when you can only eat one bread?" Graves certainly knew what the other party wanted. He snorted coldly and lifted the shotgun and stroked it gently. "Aren't you afraid of slapping to death?"

He said the last three words with a smile.

But it made the boy feel extremely frightened. He looked at the strange weapon held in his hand by the rough and generous man in front of him, and suddenly felt like he was being targeted by some terrible beast.

"I..." The boy couldn't help swallowing, "No mother."

"..." This answer made Graves breathe, "so do I."

"Well——Talk about the serious business."

"Oh...oh." The boy swallowed again, and he glanced at the alley opposite him. He frowned and rang for a long time before saying, "It seems that they haven't been out for several days. Well, it seems that there have been no such days."

"Is that? Are you sure?" Graves picked up the glass of rum and shook it without drinking it.

This answer made him frown again. Could it be that he wanted to wait for a few more days?

"OK, OK." The boy nodded quickly and answered, and finally asked in a low voice, "Can I...I can leave?"

"Let's go, this is your store, not mine." Graves shrugged indifferently and drank the glass of wine.

Just as he was burping and wondering if he would give another drink, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves.

From that alley.

He immediately moved his gaze toward the other side.

I saw a dark horse rarely seen by Bilgewater rushed out of the darker alley and pulled a carriage full of blackness.

After that carriage, there was an equally dark carriage.

Vaguely, as the sound of horse hooves swept across Graves, he heard a man's extremely arrogant voice:

"Draven is leaving!!!"

Draven? What the hell?

"Hey, little devil." Graves got up without stopping and called the bartender who was leaving, "Can you get the carriage?"

"Carriage?" The greedy young man grabbed his scalp and looked embarrassed.

"Oh, dear guest, do you need a carriage? I can provide it to you, as long as..." At this time, the boss who had been staying on the counter and had obviously discovered the transaction between Graves and the boy couldn't wait to jump out. He rubbed his hands, and the meaning was really obvious.

"I'll give it to you, I'll want it now, hurry up." Graves threw out a gold coin without any nonsense and accurately hit the counter in front of the boss.

"Okay, come with me." The boss looked at the gold coin and looked like he was about to be dizzy, and quickly led Graves out of the tavern.

"Where?" Graves looked at the entire empty Berry Street, and could not see the ghost of a carriage.

If this guy dares to play tricks on himself...

"Shh--" The boss waved his hand and waved a sudden whistle.

"Tap--" The sound of horse hooves hitting the road broke the empty space of Berry Street the next moment.

I saw a thin red horse running out of nowhere, dragging a worn carriage from the corner.

An old man with a white beard on it was whipping hard.

"Wow—" He heard the carriage before Graves.

"This carriage..." Graves looked at the thin red horse and the old coachman, frowned and wanted to say something, but in the end he threw out a gold coin and walked up quickly, "It's it, go quickly."

"You're sitting firm." The coachman happily took the gold coin, and rushed out immediately with a whip.

That kind of impulse almost made Graves, who had not yet stood firm, fall.

"Can you do it?" Graves roared, "Come to the two cars just now, and if you can't catch up, just wait for a gun."

"Look at yours." The coachman suddenly shook his whip again, "Go—"

The worn carriage banged forward. (To be continued...)

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