Chapter 771: The Decision To Choose The Sea Route

"Oh no. I forgot that Austin is still here." Abel noticed Austin's gaze and whispered in Claremont's ear.

"It's fine." Claremont replied. The three of them communicated with each other and passed Austin's line of sight. They walked straight into the shop. Austin was left standing alone in the cold wind.

The next morning, Devitt got up early. After washing up, he stood in front of Abel and Claremont's bed and woke them up.

"You two, get up quickly. No matter what, we have to set off today." Devitt said.

"Got it." Claremont got up with sleepy eyes and sat by the bed.

Under Devitt's urging, Abel also woke up from his sleep. He picked up his towel and went out to wash up.

As he was about to go back, Devitt seemed to be happier than anyone else. He went to every guest room where the Caradia soldiers were and woke them up.

At seven o'clock in the morning, all the soldiers of the reconnaissance team gathered in the breakfast restaurant. Many of them ate bread with their eyes closed.

Claremont stirred the corn porridge in his bowl a few times and realized that he really had no appetite.

He asked Devitt, who was sitting at the same table as him, "How do I go back? Lord captain, have you figured it out? If you still need to study it for a while, I have to go back and catch up on my sleep."

Devitt glanced at him and pointed at the map that he had placed at the side. "I'm looking at it right now. It's fine if you don't help, but how dare you still want to sleep?"

"Let me see." Devitt took one of the maps. He looked at it carefully.

Abel quietly joined them, and the table became quiet again.

Until the soldiers packed their luggage and stood in front of them. The captains finally figured out the way back.

When they paid the bill, the boss told them that they could go west after they left the city gate. After they reached the posthouse in the western suburbs, they could take a carriage to the shore. There was a cruise ship passing by every day. They could pay to board the ship when the cruise ship docked. The ship would arrive near the harbor of the island.

Devitt and the others were dumbfounded when they heard that.

"Is it an illegal ship?" Claremont swallowed his saliva and said.

The boss immediately coughed twice and said, "How can you say it's an illegal ship? If the people of our town want to leave the island, they will take this sea route."

"Really?" Abel frowned and said.

"Of course. It's really not easy for your group to travel through the mountains and rivers. That's why I told you. I won't tell anyone else." The owner shouted, "You, you, you think I can get any benefits from it?"

"... Okay. Thank you." Claremont thanked him.

After walking out of the hotel, the reconnaissance team gathered in an empty space and began to discuss.

"What should we do now? Which way should we go?" Claremont said with his chin in his hand.

"What do you think?" Devitt looked at the surrounding soldiers and asked.

Jeb's voice was the only one that responded to him. "The sea route!!"

"Why?" Devitt quickly asked.

"If what the hotel owner said is true, we don't have to be afraid of those people on the illegal ship!" Jeb said confidently. Some of the soldiers also nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then we'll take the sea route." Devitt said after seeing the reactions of the others.

After receiving the order, the group immediately walked out of the city gate.

After walking out of the city gate, they walked to the west for a long time, but they didn't see the posthouse the hotel owner mentioned.

Claremont couldn't help but wonder, "Is the owner making up a lie?"

"No." Devitt shook his head and said, "But I think the posthouse he mentioned is not quite the same as what we imagine."

"How do you know..." Abel was halfway through his questioning when he saw a few goblins with horses parked on both sides of the main road.

"Which boss introduced you?" Before Devitt and the others came forward to ask, one of the goblins had already walked up to them and asked.

"Oak Street." Abel recalled the name of the hotel, but he couldn't recall it, so he could only answer the name of the street.

Claremont looked at the goblin carefully. The skin on the goblin's hand had been cracked by the cold wind. The horse he was leading was also very thin and weak.

"If you people want to go to the beach, it'll costs fifty silver coins." the goblin said.

"Where's the carriage?" Claremont asked.

"It was blown away by the strong wind." the goblin glanced elsewhere.

Claremont and Abel, who were standing at the front, already felt a little strange and took a step back.

Abel said to the goblin, "Can you tell us where to take the boat? We've will walk there."

"Ha!" the goblin spat on the ground. "It's a bit complicated. How about I recommend a route that's closer to you than taking the boat?"

"Huh?" Claremont's eyes were full of vigilance. He put his right hand on his waist.

"Dead end." the goblin's expression became even more ferocious. He pulled out the scimitar on his waist.

More than a hundred goblins rushed out from the forest on both sides of the road. They surrounded the reconnaissance team with weapons in their hands.

"It seems that you are not some coachmen." Devitt looked around and said to the goblin in front of him, "Why are you ambushing here?"

"To take your lives." the goblin laughed. "You people should have died on the way. How can you participate in the struggle on this island?"

"We have cleared the dwarf race of their grievances on this trip." Claremont said, "Do you have any misunderstanding about this?"

"No misunderstanding." the goblin shook his head and said, "It's just that we're not in a good term with the dwarfs you saved."

Devitt and the others felt a chill in their hearts when they heard this. The turn of events was far beyond their imagination.

After all, they were just a group of soldiers who fought on the battlefield before this. Although they had heard some stories about disputes of power, they would still be shocked by the intricacies of the forces involved.

"So, there are forces among the goblin race that are also involved in controlling this incident." Devitt said.

"Yes." the goblin lowered his head and looked at the machete in his hand, "There are thousands of people on this island who participated in this operation. They planned it for three months, but you outsiders ruined it. Tell me, do you deserve to die?"

"Hmph." Abel snorted. "I can only say that your methods are too dirty. I really can't think of anything that would make you so obsessed that you would betray your elders."

"When you reach hell, someone will tell you all about this.." the goblin's eyes flashed with a cold light.