To Graves' surprise, the carriage under him, pulled by a thin red horse, driven by an old coachman, actually caught up with the two black carriages that looked extremely majestic.

Moreover, it maintains a perfect distance that is not far or near.

Neither the target is lost nor will it be directly discovered because it is too close.

"It's great, old man." Graves lifted the curtain and looked at the two carriages galloping rapidly in the darkening sky, praised the driver and threw out a gold coin.

No matter when, there is no big reward.

"Thank you, guest." The old coachman took the gold coin with a dexterity that was completely inconsistent with his age, and smiled and waved the whip again. "You know, my red lightning was a good horse famous throughout the Blue Flame Island back then."

"Oh, red lightning?" Graves replied casually, "I remember that the overlord-level dark horse of the racecourse back then could always win at an absolute disadvantage. Unfortunately, I had no money at that time, otherwise I would have beaten it every time."

Graves did remember this horse. When he was a teenager, Bilgewater once had a gambler for a period of time. He also stole the money for dinner several times by relying on the skills of others watching horses.

Later, due to the tense relationship with Valorand, it was difficult to import horses, and the betting horses gradually became abandoned.

Unexpectedly, the red lightning that once dominated the title of gambling horses was at my feet...

It's really a matter of things and people.

Graves sighed and looked at the dark sky, as if it was going to rain.

"Can you tell where they are going?" Graves sniffed the strong smell of the sea condensed from the moisture in the air. He couldn't help but sneeze.

"Not sure...but, according to this route, they seem to be going to Pirate Street." The coachman who may have had an extremely brilliant past frowned and whipped it out again.

"Pirate Street?" Graves chewed the name and tried to find a general concept in his mind.

But in the end, I just remembered that Pirate Street was the oldest street in Bilgewater, and was used to commemorate the first pirates who discovered Blue Flame Island.

There……

“What’s there?”

"In Pirate Street..." The coachman was obviously a native of Bilgewater, and perhaps he had never left the sea in his life. He thought, "It seems that there is a reception center for some official visiting groups, national representatives, etc., and nothing else... it seems that nothing special."

"Are you sure?" Graves became even more confused after hearing the answer.

Are you looking for something Chen Senran? Why are you involved in any official group and national representative?

Could it be that the one named Chen Senran is hiding in the reception center?

"Do you know who lives there now?"

"I don't know." The coachman shook his head simply. He might know Bilgewater's story hundreds of years ago, but he might not know much about Graves now.

"Okay, follow them." Graves threw out another gold coin.

Because it finally rained.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the old carriage with crackling sounds similar to the rotting of things.

It rained heavily.

He didn't want this old guy to lose his way in the heavy rain.

Although he may have been very powerful in the past.

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When the rain falls.

The reception center was unaware of it.

In the old building of Blue Flame Island.

A half-burned Demacia white candle is lit in front of a statue of a sea god for many years. The dim light contrasts the statue of the god who has been half corroded by time, like a god of some cults.

Three people sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounding a thin and thin old man with white hair and beard.

Like a certain ritual.

"I don't have to worry about that sinner Yasuo for the time being. Naturally, there will be people from the Sword Sect to clean up the door by themselves. The most urgent task now is to form an alliance." The old man sitting in the center and surrounded by people slowly spoke, "Just just now, I had already received the news that the Bilgewater Self-management Council had agreed to meet with us."

"Yes, elder." The other three people around the old man bowed respectfully and made sounds that were tender, gentle or masculine.

If Chen Senran was here, he would have known that those three people were the three ninjas in the wind that night, the Furious Heart, the Fist of the Shadow, and the Eye of Twilight.

"Elder..." After a silence, Kennan, the youngest of the three ninjas, said, "Noxus seems to have sent someone to come."

"Hmph—" the white-haired old man, known as the elder, snorted coldly, "This is a certain thing. The island is already full of their eyes and ears. Maybe they have known the news of our alliance."

"Then we..." Twilight Eye suddenly showed a vigilant tone.

He is really as his name is, and he is cautious in the old Ionian language.

"Don't worry, I have strengthened the vigilance around me. In addition, I have also applied for assistance from Bilgewater. Although it will not be of great use,..." The white-bearded elder stroked his beard and squinted his eyes and said, "It's always useful."

"Elder Weiming." The three ninjas lowered their heads again.

And at this moment, outside the door not far from the old hall, a loud neighing sound suddenly sounded.

The rain suddenly fell more urgently.

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"Tap--" The horse finally stopped.

Graves looked at the two carriages that were already surrounded by night and heavy rain, and unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"Is it here?" he asked.

"Yes." The old coachman parked the worn-out carriage in an extremely inconspicuous position and gently patted the horse called Red Lightning to quiet it.

The heavy rain hit the whole world frantically, leaving Graves almost unable to hear the coachman's answer.

It's really here.

Bilgewater's reception center.

What are they going to do?

"Zheng--" The two carriages suddenly opened and dozens of black shadows jumped out of the two carriages.

The heavy rain and the darkness hid their figures, and only the faint sound of metal vibration spread far away in the dark rainy night.

It's like... the sound of drawing a sword?

Before Graves could see the crowd carefully, he could hear a sharp laugh that seemed sharp and sharp even in such heavy rain.

The group of men in black suddenly moved and headed towards the old house covered by the darkness of the whole world, like a grave.

Like a group of death gods in the dark night.

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"Here you come." Almost the moment the sound of the sword drawing sounded, the three ninjas stood up at the same time.

They each took out their weapons and guarded the elder who was still motionless. They looked at the door that had already opened the mouth of a monster, and laughed at the same time:

"Come on, the scum of Noxus."

In the darkness, dozens of shaking figures like shadows flashed at the same time.

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"What should I do? Sir?" In another corner of the rainy night, a Blue Flame Island guard wearing a scimitar musket asked, looking at the supreme commander Barr beside him.

It was this time that Barr was assigned to protect the visitor of Ionia.

"What should I do?" Barr smiled and touched the scar on his face in the heavy rain. The coldness of the rainy night became even deeper and its hideousness.

He had long seen the dark shadows rushing towards the reception center.

But he didn't move.

Because he knew, Ionia on one side and Noxus on the other side.

what to do?

Of course, it's because they bit their dogs.

Humph. What a bullshit alliance. Bilgewater's glory can be defended by gunpowder and spirits.

How can men in the sea be interested in fear?

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"Tap-" A huge and fast raindrop extinguished the half-left cigar on Graves' mouth.

He also pulled him back from his loss of consciousness.

The group of black-clothed death gods had entered that ancient mansion and were almost magical.

During this period, there were constant fierce metal collisions and bloodshed, and sometimes thunder and lightning roars slowly flowing through the dark night.

Graves did not venture into that house.

Although he likes to take risks, it does not mean that he doesn't like to live. This time the water is obviously too deep, so it would be too difficult to get it harder.

The reason why he stayed here was just to see if he could have luckily caught some fish that missed the net and went back to hand in the office.

But now it seems...
To be continued...