802. Night

Lia, crouching in the shadows, was also extremely tense. She noticed Doyle's pupils contract slightly; he was clearly making some kind of decision.

The knuckles of the hand gripping the edge of the Treasure Map had turned white from the force...

Lia silently edged closer. The military dagger kept spinning between her fingers, and her body bent slightly into a half-crouch. If Doyle dared make a move against Roy, she would drive the dagger into Doyle's lower jaw, its sharp tip piercing out through the back of his skull.

She had assassinated Gray Dwarves this way more than once. Lia had discovered that because of their thick beards, the jaw was actually a Gray Dwarf's greatest weakness.

Roy studied the sea chart and said to Doyle:

"Your guess makes a lot of sense. So where do you think Captain Relf was most likely to have hidden this dwarven technology?"

As he spoke, Roy raised his head with a faint smile on his face, as though he had already seen through Doyle's thoughts. That look made Doyle feel as if he could barely breathe.

He forced down the panic in his heart and picked up his cup for a sip of water. The moment he drank, Doyle caught a faint fragrance beside him, and his heart immediately began pounding wildly.

"I guess the hiding place of this treasure batch shouldn't be beyond this circle."

As he spoke, Doyle put two pencils together as if holding a compass. He fixed the point on Falin Island, then drew a very neat circle.

Roy examined it carefully. The radius of the circle was roughly a two-day voyage for a Three-Masted Sailboat.

This sea region was already vast, yet it was still about three days' sailing from the Empress Ivini Islands...

Roy asked him, "Did