
"Ck! I was too naive, huh." the young man stood panting in a gloomy narrow alley. Sweat drenched his forehead. "But if I keep quiet, I'm not human. That girl can...."
On the streets, a commotion was brewing. Every town immediately shut its doors and windows. The vagabonds hide under every alley and every alley. They all avoided the city's security forces who were none other than members of the South Sea pirate group.
"They're not chasing anymore?" muttered the young man in the passageway while continuing to reorganize his breathing. He immediately stepped deeper into that gloomy alley. Not even he walked five steps, a shout sounded from behind him, "That's it! Quick catch!"
The young man reflexively looked. He immediately ran back down the narrow and winding alleyway. The security guards behind him cursed loudly. They called out to catch the young man. "Basic royal dog. Here You! I'll kill you with one slash."
The young man continued to run past whatever was in front of him while messing with the pursuits of the rowdy guards. A few blocks of wood that stood in his path he kicked. The wooden beams hit one of the guards. "Pursue that jerk! I'll beat him to pulp."
The other guards were still chasing. The young man turned at a crossroads. Before the guards could see him, the young man was suddenly dragged away by something.
At first he was a little surprised. Seen a dirty long brunette curl. His clothes are stinky and stinky. The man pulled him under a bridge.
The artificial river flowing beneath him was densely colored. Obviously not maintained. The river was once very clean and beautiful. Without saying anything the man in shabby clothes suddenly pushed the young man into the river.
Of course the young man was shocked not a bitch. Along with that, blood flowed out of nowhere. The young man saw the shabby man carrying a dagger. His blade was covered in blood. So did the shabby guy's shirt. Not yet the young man understood his condition, he had already first fallen into the river.
"He was there" a guard appeared just as the young man fell into the river. The guards immediately stopped and were astonished. In front of them was only a homeless man covered in blood.
"Ck! He's the Mad Heir. Quickly leave him before you're eaten alive" the guard shuddered and left. The crazy heir gasps. He dropped his dagger covered in blood. A smile was on his face.
"What the fuck was that?" a voice came from behind the Mad Heir. The shabby man also looked. It turned out that the young man he had driven had already made it out of the river.
"Are you okay?" ask the Mad Heir. He sat down against the river. The young man he had been pushing looked at him sharply.
"Do I look like that?" the young man still did not finish panting. He was forced to run non-stop. Her chest was tight and her clothes were soaked. He never thought he would experience this when he left.
"What will you do after this? The city gate was closed. You won't be able to get out" the Mad Heirloom fiddled with his curly hair on his fingers. The hair was stained with blood because of it.
"Me," the young man was still trying to catch his breath, "Lincoln."
"I have to go back to the capital" Lincoln said, still a little broken. He began to catch his breath well. The Mad Heir tapped his chin, looking like he was thinking.
"Just give up. You won't be able to get out of here" the Mad Heir finally said. He casually broke Lincoln's hopes. Without looking back, he walked away from Lincoln.
"Show me the way to the sewers!" Lincoln patted the Crazy Heir on the shoulder. He was sure the shabby tramp knew the direction. The Mad Heir snorted. He walked back and was followed by Lincoln.
They continued walking until it was almost dark. The Mad Heir finally stopped. He pointed to the river. When Lincoln looked in the direction he pointed, he again pushed the poor young man.
Lincoln was shocked. This is the second time. He saw a large hole in the river's retaining wall. Maybe that's what Mad Heir.
Justright. This time, the tramp jumped into the river. He went into the hole, followed by Lincoln. When it came to the surface, there was only darkness that greeted them.
Lincoln's hand was again drawn. He felt the river in front of him. The water's getting colder. So, he quickly climbed up before freezing to death.
A knocking sound was heard forming a pattern. Silence nothing happened. The knocking was heard again. This time, a dim light appeared in Lincoln's vision.
"Where is this?" Lincoln asked.
"The place of refuge" replied the Mad Heir. The light they saw was getting closer. Then a young girl was carrying a torch. The girl said, "Young Master, you're back."
Just above the sewers, a building that had been closed for a long time showed life. There was a candlelight beam in the innermost room. The candlelight illuminated the pile of books, pens, and document papers, as well as a man in round glasses who was sitting on a leisurely chair.
The building was the Saville Trade Union building. The man in round glasses was the Secret Bureau agent Anna was holding. He's been sending the city's latest conditions since morning. The closing of the city gate really made him fret.
He just got a message. The kingdom of el Vierum will send a Navy fleet from the port in the west. Of course it will overtake the infantry and ground cavalry. To facilitate the assault, the agent had to free the city's loyal troops in the bars of the city's rulers.
The agent knocked on the table without a sound. He noticed a digital map that appeared in his eye lens. The map was a map of the mouth of Marianna City. Some of its branches were connected to the residence of the city lord. Well, it was indeed functioned for the escape route as well as a large gap.
Red dots are on the map. It shows the existence of living beings there. The agent's checked it before. He also smiled and remembered a charismatic figure who became the core of the evacuation. To launch his mission, he must negotiate with the figure to help.