Dock
As the last glow of evening faded, Navia City, under curfew, swiftly fell silent.
Only patrolling city guards remained on the streets.
Unlike usual, every city guard gripped a weapon and searched the corners and shadows with wide eyes for suspicious figures.
The assassination of a Thorn Temple priest in the market that afternoon had already alarmed Navia City's upper echelons, and those important figures had ordered that the killer be caught within a week.
But the commander of the city guards had no leads whatsoever.
In the end, the commander could only pass the pressure from above down onto his subordinates.
As for what the final outcome would be?
Only the gods truly knew.
"Dellink is nothing but a useless drunkard. If not for the contributions he made to the Thunder Temple, how could he possibly have become commander of the city guards?"
When mentioning the commander, Aitelinna was full of disdain.
However, when facing those city guards, Aitelinna was cautious enough.
Leading Qin Ran and Mimosa along the path outside the Charge-Up Stables, she bypassed four sentry posts and three patrols before they entered Navia City's dock district.
After passing rows upon rows of warehouses, Qin Ran's view suddenly opened up. Six straight Fort Bridges extended toward the sea, while large sailing ships rose and fell amid the waves.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of the waves reached his ears clearly, and the sea breeze blowing toward them carried a peculiar scent.
"It's just ahead!"
"I hid the Thorn Grail in the seawater beneath one of the Fort Bridges—only the aura of sea monsters can conceal it from the priests' Perception!"
Aitelinna said softly.
Qin Ran nodded noncommittally.
Having read the Treatise on Temple Development in Navia City, Qin Ran knew very well that although Navia City