Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Kerrich put the rope on Sota and went out today with bodyguard Floda to discuss the final itinerary with the captain.

According to the information provided by Chang Tou Tu, Kerridge found the snakehead's territory in the dirty and messy black area. After knocking three times several times, the snakehead opened the door reluctantly.

"Hello, sir. I would like to ask, what time do we leave for the Western Continent tomorrow?"

The dazed snake head burped, and when he saw the little white face with pointy ears, he slowly recalled.

"Hic... I now remember that you are... that... the pretty boy introduced by that charlatan Chang..."

The snake head wiped his face impatiently.

"I won't be sailing tomorrow. Go away. I won't do this business anymore. If you really want to go, just wait for the next ship."

"Ah? Then when does the next boat leave?"

"My lost god, how would I know when!

"Maybe in a year, maybe in two years, who knows?"

"How could you not know this? Can you really not leave tomorrow?"

Kerridge was a little anxious.

Tickets to the Western Continent, whether they were boat tickets or plane tickets, were difficult to obtain. Even if Kelrich used hacking skills, he couldn't get one. That was why he came to Bayam to seek some opportunities after receiving the news in Backlund Underground City.

This snakehead was introduced by a Bayam street performer named Chang Tou Tu. His pure Western Continent elf face made Kailichi feel that the street performer's information was very reliable.

The subsequent conversations and negotiations with the snakehead also confirmed the reliability of this snakehead. This snakehead travels four times a year to the Western Continent, from Bayam to a place called Fifteenth Road Yelu Port in the Western Continent. He has been running this ship for nearly ten years. The death rate of stowaways and crew members on the ship is less than 10%, but at least the snakehead captain can always come back alive, which is a skill.

But it was incredible to Kerridge that such an experienced smuggling captain would just quit his job.

This is the last ship the smuggler will run this year. If you miss it, you will have to wait for several months, or even - no, as the smuggler just said, he may not run the ship for the next one or two years.

"I don't understand, sir, what's going on?"

"Tsk... Of course something very unlucky happened. The storyteller Chang Tou Tu said that I am not suitable to go out on the ship tomorrow. Even for me, I am not suitable to go to the West Continent for the next one or two years.

"Just because of this? Just because of a street performer's divination?"

"I told you, if you don't believe it, forget it. Anyway, we in Bayam believe in it. The street performers' announcements and warnings are the most important things that cannot be ignored. They are very scary!

"...Forget it, forget it, you Loen pagans, just don't believe this and don't bother me anymore. It's really unlucky, you don't want to live, but I still want to live!"

With a crisp sound, Kerridge's deposit was returned to his account, minus a large amount of so-called "service fee" of course.

The snakehead would rather return the money than take this trip.

Kerrich was somewhat dissatisfied and confused, but there was nothing he could do. Before leaving, he caught the snakehead, spent some money, and found out the news about another ship captain.

"You can ask around as much as you want! Anyway, no one would dare to go out on the ship during this period of time. It's a waste of effort!"

As soon as the door closed, Kerridge was thrown out.

In this way, Kerrich, with his big white dog Sota and bodyguard Floda, went to find several ship captains, but none of them were willing to send out the ship. Some even pulled out guns and shouted to drive people away.

The situation started to get a little strange, and Kailichi figured out something. These smugglers who were smuggling to the Western Continent from Bayam seemed to have formed a kind of alliance. In other words, the ship bosses Kailichi visited all belonged to the same "faction", had rich experience in traveling to the Western Continent, and had a relatively low mortality rate.

But the street performer with the face of an elf from the Western Continent visited several of the ship captains, bringing bad omens and warnings, so the snakeheads who believed in the God of Lost God tried their best to spread the news of misfortune.

In the minds of believers of the Lost God, when a major disaster strikes, street performers, circus performers, wandering magicians and the like will act as God's messengers and go door to door to announce the death.

Compared to Bayam and even the entire Rorsted, the Western Continent is actually the base camp of the Lost God's belief, but there are other localized names for the Lost God there. Therefore, these snakehead captains traveling to the Western Continent can be said to be one of the most superstitious people in the entire Bayam who believe in street performers' announcements of death. They immediately canceled all their sea voyage arrangements and even canceled their smuggling plans for the next year out of fear, without even deciding when to resume.

Since yesterday, all flights of this faction to the Western Continent have been cancelled.

Recovery time, unknown.

This made Kerridge start to lie. He had clearly gone through 9981 difficulties and was just short of this final step, but he returned to the starting point overnight. It was so absurd that it even made him want to laugh.

If you miss this opportunity, how long will it take for the next one to come?

What if these ship captains never sail to the Western Continent again?

Just as Kerridge was getting anxious and panicked, a shrill voice came from behind him in a sinister voice.

"Sir, do you want to go to the Western Continent?"

Kelich was startled and looked back. He saw a short man with a pointed mouth and narrow eyes. He was hunched over, rubbing his hands, and grinning at Kelich.

The newcomer had followed behind Kelich at some point, and he didn't look like a local believer in the Lost God.

"You are also... the boss of the Western Continent?"

Kerridge looked him up and down.

"You don't look like a native of Bayam... Don't you believe the street performers' announcements of death?"

"Hey, I am a believer of the Eternal Sun and don't care about this. We only believe in business and trade, and the sun will witness every transaction."

The pointed-mouthed man handed an electronic business card to Kerridge's terminal.

"We are a trading ship from Intis. Our route passes through many countries, with frequent loading and unloading of goods along the way. Finally, we go to the Western Continent to bring back another shipload of goods. So in order to increase profits and reduce costs, when there is space on the ship, our captain doesn't mind pulling some other things."

Kailiqi understood that this was not a professional smuggling ship running to the Western Continent, but a cargo ship that legally went to the Western Continent, but did not have the qualifications to legally take people to the Western Continent. Now that they passed by Bayam, they were jealous of the Western Continent's smuggling market and wanted to get a piece of the pie.

Compared to the gang-forming Bayam ship bosses, this ship did not seem to have such mature conditions for carrying people. It was a cargo ship, and it had to stop at multiple countries on the route, not a direct route. But compared to the local snakeheads, this group of Intis people had a cheaper price, and they had the legal and compliant cargo ship sailing qualifications on the Western Continent, which was rare.

The temptation is too great.

Kerridge thought for a moment and finally made a decision.

"When does your ship leave?"

The pointed-mouthed man laughed even more enthusiastically.

"I'll leave tomorrow night."