The dimly lit tavern.
Guests in the tavern were all drinking their drinks on the table, eating small dishes. They were chatting about various mundane topics as if this was a tavern that focused on quiet and peace.
Looking out from the nearby window.
Tonight's starry sky was exceptionally beautiful, the star river was full of stars, dotted brilliantly.
A few shining stars were sitting in the sky, decorating the night with light.
In the corner of the tavern.
Balazs, slightly disguised, was quietly waiting.
As the table opposite him was pulled open.
He looked up and saw it was Alka.
After Alka sat down, he said, "Looks like I'm late?"
Balazs looked at Alka in front of him, scrutinized his face in the dim light. Then he shook his head: "No, I just arrived recently, but are you okay now?"
"What do you an? What could be wrong with ?" Alka frowned at these words, asking with confusion.
Balazs blinked, making sure it wasn't the dim light's effect, pointed at Alka's face.
"You look pale, are you sure you're okay?"
"Pale?" Upon hearing this, Alka produced a mirror. In the light, he checked his face and saw slightly sunken eye sockets.
Dark surroundings, and so bloodshot in the eyes.
There were so unruly stubbles on his chin, he looked like a holess man. Or perhaps a drunkard who had been drinking for days.
Seeing himself this way, Alka coughed, and dispersed the mirror in his hand.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired lately, had things to do."
Balazs nodded, didn't probe further.
He clinked glasses with Alka, then got to the matter he sought Alka for: "According to the intel, it's about 15 days left before arrival.
At that ti, I'll send you a ssage, it should reach directly to the church. You can pray in the church beforehand, your identity shouldn't raise suspicion."
Alka nodded: "No problem, we'll be ready by then."
"Hmm, recently Kriel seems to be making so covert preparations, I suspect it might be against his nephew.
If you confront him directly by then, accidents may happen. So, you'd better prepare well, be careful."
Upon hearing this, Alka nodded seriously: "No problem, I'll keep it in mind."
After they discussed a few details, Balazs said, "By the way, your goods this ti are at warehouse 3-133 at the port, it's a one-ti Spell Key."
He handed over a coin-sized disc-like key to Alka.
Then he stood up, covered his hood, and left the tavern.
Alka took the key, looked at it, and after a while, stood up and walked out of the tavern.
Taking advantage of the night, he headed to the port's warehouse.
"1-333…2-3…found it, 3-133." Alka said as he walked to the warehouse, placing the Spell Key in his hand in the middle.
A very subtle magic ripple spread out.
Then the door opened, Alka went through the side door into the interior.
The pitch-black interior, with a snap of Alka's fingers.
Light erged.
The warehouse was packed with nurous wooden crates, he casually opened one and looked inside.
It was various kinds of food.
Once confird there was no problem, Alka blinked his eyes, his left eye at so point turned into a crystal-like pupil.
Blue light erged from his left eye, with a gentle wave of Alka's hand. The massive supplies ahead vanished.
After completing all this, Alka slightly cleaned his trace and returned to the ship.
At this ti, the Sound of Dawn was silent.
Alka glanced around, apart from a few Puppet Girls hiding in the dark responsible for the watch duty. Only Pororo on the lookout in the observatory was left.
The others were all not on the ship.
"Aren't you going to rest?" Pororo poked his head out from the observatory to look at Alka and asked.
Alka shook his head: "There are things unfinished inside."
"Alright, but I would still advise you guys to pay so attention to resting. Do you know exactly how long you haven't rested?" Although Pororo didn't stop, he still offered so advice.
"No problem, no problem." Alka said, and disappeared into the space fissure in front of him from the deck.
"Every single one of them is really crazy." Pororo said helplessly looking at the situation. He truly couldn't understand the state Alka and the others were in now.
As Alka vanished from the deck.
His figure appeared directly inside the space, within Vastva City.
Or rather, the remaining part of Vastva.
At this ti, the supplies he just brought in were piled in the Vastva internal warehouse.
So people were busy checking the supplies, transporting them, categorizing them for storage.
"This batch of supplies should last a while right?" Alka asked Mishiro who was checking the supplies.
This was a shorter girl from Vastva.
"Of course, these supplies can last a good long ti." Mishiro's face bead with a bright smile, the joy was from the heart.
These foods were things she had never seen, but honestly, the taste was so much better than those nutrient solutions.
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