Chapter 787: A Hint From The Old Dwarf

On the other side of the island, Abel probably already knew about the news of the sunken ship. Raphael did not know what he would think when Abel saw him.

On the night when he met up with the reconnaissance team, Raphael had already observed that Abel had a close relationship with the two captains of Caradia.

When he heard the news of the death of one of them, Abel would definitely want to kill him. Just like Bunduk.

When he thought of this, Raphael's shoulders immediately fell.

"I'm sorry, Abel..."

At this moment, Abel had indeed been informed by the ship company of the accident of the ship sinking on the sea. He had also received news from them that all the soldiers of the Caradia Empire had been wiped out.

However, he did not know that Kant had already taken Raphael to the island.

For the past few days, Abel had been leading his soldiers to help the crew search for information on the island.

After learning that these crew members were eating and drinking in a restaurant in the dwarf town, he immediately rushed over.

"What did the crew members say?" Abel sat down in a corner that was suitable for observing the movements of the crew members and whispered to the soldier beside him.

"The people from the shipyard told us not to act rashly and wait for the news from the Elf Kingdom." the soldier replied.

"Okay." Abel nodded and said, "Did you find out where the crew members are staying?"

"At the 'Paramount Inn' in the center of the city. Raphael did give them a lot of money to make these people squander." the soldier reported.

After hearing Raphael's name, Abel clenched the porcelain cup in his hand tightly.

After taking a deep breath, Abel continued to instruct, "Get someone to keep an eye on them. Don't let them run away."

"Yes." the soldier replied.

The crew members were noisy. After having dinner in the restaurant, they went to the red-light district in the town.

Abel did not follow them anymore. He returned to the military camp.

The soldiers were sent to the shipyard or were stationed in the small town. There were only five or six soldiers on guard in the military camp.

Abel ordered them to quickly patrol.

The camp had always been under the surveillance of the dark forces. Abel had raised his vigilance. He tried his best to hide the whereabouts of the soldiers.

The shipyard meant that they did not want to alarm the dark forces and let them find them.

Although Abel really wanted to ask these crew members about what happened that night, he could only suppress the doubts in his heart. He quietly waited for Kant or Elf King to make a decision.

Abel walked to the sea and looked at the turbulent sea. He thought of the time when he and the Caradia soldiers trekked through the mountains and forests. He also recalled the smiles that Devitt and Claremont beamed at him before they left.

These two people had completed their mission. They should have gone to receive the rewards. With their current age, they should have a bright and wonderful future. However, because of the struggle of the forces on the island, their lives had withered here.

The most hateful thing was that one of the people who had killed them was his ten years friend.

Abel recalled Raphael's every move at the farewell banquet, and his mouth twitched in anger.

"Raphael, from now on, you and I will no longer be friends." Abel picked up a handful of sand from the beach and scattered it in the air. He muttered silently.

The next morning, Abel did not sleep well last night.

He got up early and rushed to the dwarf town while the sky was still dark.

"Why do you always come here recently? I don't see you buying anything to take out of the town." the dwarf who was guarding the town said as he stamped their stamps.

"To add some popularity to your town." an elven soldier answered casually.

"Oh! Then you really think highly of yourself." the dwarf soldier shook his pipe, he continued, "However, since you came to the town today, there are really interesting things for you to see. There's a new play at the theater in the West Cellar, and my niece is also performing in it. She gave me two tickets, but I didn't have time to go. Why don't I give you the tickets, and you can go take a look for me?"

The elven soldier took the tickets from the dwarf and glanced at him. He raised his head and asked, "Is it the show "Cromwell"? What's your niece playing in it? It can't be that the tickets can't be sold, so you gave them to us, right?"

"Stop speculating." Abel waved his hand and said to the dwarf, "Old master, thank you. We'll take them."

"It's okay." the dwarf took a puff of water smoke and replied with a smile.

"Old man, you'd better smoke less. Every time I pass by your place, I choke on the smell." the elven soldier suggested while wrinkled his nose and waved his hand.

"That won't do. I've carried this pipe with me for decades." the dwarf shook his head and said, "I feel uncomfortable every day when I don't hold it."

"Then you..." the elven soldier wanted to say something but was interrupted by Abel.

"Alright, stop trying to persuade him. Do you really think this master doesn't know what he's doing?" After saying this, Abel led the soldier to the main road of the dwarf town.

"You must remember to go and see it. The show is about to begin." the dwarf stuck his head out of the window and shouted at the backs of the two people.

"Show me the tickets." Abel reached out his hand to the elven soldier beside him and demanded.

The soldier's expression was a little surprised, and he handed over the tickets. "Boss, you really want to go?"

Abel ignored the soldier's question and flipped to the back of the ticket. There was a line of words on it. The ink was still wet.

"The orcs in the forest have been following you for a few days."

The soldier leaned his head over and noticed the line of words on the paper. He sucked in a breath of cold air and said, "Our operation has been discovered?"

"Indeed. Recently, we have been entering and leaving the dwarf town too frequently." Abel sighed and said, "The forces of the dark side have begun to be wary of us."

"Why would the dwarf guarding the city help us?" the soldier asked curiously.

"I don't know." Abel put away the tickets and shook his head. "He reminded us that he did not take sides, or he was on the side of the forces of the light."

With that said, an idea flashed through Abel's mind. With the help of the forces of the dark side, Raphael had occupied a piece of land by the coast. Then, would anyone from the forces of light notice them?

"Boss, where are we going now?" the elven soldier's question interrupted Abel's thought.

Abel looked at him helplessly and said, "Of course we can't go ambush them. Let's take a stroll around the city and leave."

"Okay." the elven soldier turned around and glanced in the direction of the city gate.

Abel put his arm around the elven soldier's shoulder and reminded him not to look back.