System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 1199 - 326: Absolute Control (10,000 Words) (2)

Even crossing the distant few dozen miles to reach Kakasong City in Lorin.

Similarly, it was enshrouded in the quiet of the night.

Perhaps it was due to the deepness of the night.

Or maybe because no traveling merchant’s longboat had arrived temporarily.

The Fisherman’s Wharf, unusually bustling and prosperous by day, was somewhat desolate at this moment.

Under this night sky.

The Seine River lapped against the riverbank.

A dinghy glided slowly over the dark river surface.

Fortunately, there was a bright oil lamp on the Fisherman’s Wharf to illuminate the docked boats on the river.

The dinghy, continually paddling forward, approached the Fisherman’s Wharf.

Swish~ Swish~

At the stern of the dinghy.

A tall figure shrouded in a black robe, with a hood, sat upright.

Those fair and slender hands tightly gripping the oar in front, rhythmically swaying back and forth.

As the two oars stirred up splashes, producing the sound of rolling water, the dinghy reached the Fisherman’s Wharf.

The figure in the black robe halted its actions, slightly raised its head, and swept a glance at the Fisherman’s Wharf.

Seeing no moving silhouettes.

The figure in the black robe stood up, stepping from the swaying dinghy onto the wharf constructed of logs and stones.

Tap~ Tap~ Tap~

Perhaps because the figure wore soft-soled shoes.

Each step made only the faintest sound on the wooden planks.

The figure in the black robe walked off the dock, eyes darting around.

Upon seeing four or five soldiers clad in metal armor marching in formation from afar.

The figure tightened the robe and hood around itself as if wanting to hide entirely inside.

Peering through the gaps of the hood, the figure’s gaze suddenly settled.

It landed on a three-story building by the river in the distance.

Despite the late hour.

A burning oil lamp still lit the double doors of the three-story building.

Illuminating a sign painted with a jug.

Without any hesitation, the figure in the black robe strode towards the three-story building.

He pushed open the tavern’s wooden door and entered inside.

The figure scanned the small tavern with its gaze, spotting very few patrons.

The figure walked to the corner by the window in the tavern and sat down directly.

Slightly turned his body, the figure in the black robe peered through the window’s cracks, looking outside the tavern.

Soldiers clad in armor happened to march past the tavern door.

Showing no intent to enter the tavern for inspections or search.

The figure in the black robe immediately felt relieved.

Just after retracting his gaze, an old man stepped forward from behind the tavern’s counter.

The tavern owner, Hunter, wore a gentle smile, inquiring.

"Gentleman, I am the tavern owner Hunter Zeke. What would you like to drink? I can prepare it for you right away!"

A hoarse and deep male voice emerged from under the black robe’s hood.

"I need... your best wine and food!"

Looking at the entirely black-clad man before him, Hunter didn’t delay, quickly explaining.

"Gentleman, the best in my tavern is the Lexus Gin, and our best food includes some smoked bacon, is that alright?"

The deep voice of the man in the black robe sounded again.

"Fine, but be quick!"

The black-robed man’s right arm moved, extending a fair and slender right hand.

Placing one shilling after another on the clean wooden table in front.

Hunter raised his eyebrows, swiftly collecting the five shillings, bowing in response.

"Certainly, sir, please wait a moment."

"The drinks and food will be served to you right away!"

The man in the black robe responded with a mere hum.

As Hunter retreated, the man in the black robe assessed the tavern once more.

The tavern wasn’t overly large, with eight or nine wooden chairs and tables in the hall.

The wall directly opposite the tavern’s door housed a long counter and shelves behind it with various bottles of liquor.

Perhaps to save on tavern expenses.

Only three or four oil lamps burned, emitting a faint orange-yellow glow.

The man in the black robe turned his gaze to the only three middle-aged men in the tavern.

But after only a glance, he withdrew his gaze.

From the pauses and indistinct articulation in their conversation, along with the scent of alcohol emanating from them.

It was clear.

The three middle-aged men had been drinking in the tavern for quite a while.

As he waited for the drink and food to be served.

The cold gaze of the man in the black robe turned back to peer outside the tavern through the window cracks.

After scanning the surroundings and confirming everything was normal, the figure relaxed slightly.

Soon after.

Hunter, carrying a tray, strode from the kitchen.

As he approached the man in the black robe.

Hunter preemptively reminded, "Gentleman, now serving you the requested drink and food."

The man in the black robe kept silent, watching Hunter place the items.

When Hunter finished placing them and was about to leave.

The man in the black robe asked again.

"I want to know the exact location of the Church."

Hunter slightly raised an eyebrow but didn’t hesitate, quickly responding.

"Gentleman, simply follow the road outside the tavern, away from the Fisherman’s Wharf."

"Look up, and you’ll see that almost as large as the Viscount’s Castle, the entirely white Church building in the city."

The man under the black robe mused, "Excellent!"

Seeing that the man in the black robe had no further inquiries.

Hunter caught on swiftly and backed away.

From the days of pushing a two-wheeled cart, selling the most ordinary beer.