Chapter 206

With white ears on her shoulders and crystal balls in her hands, Noah wore a worn smock she didn't know where to find, covering her hair, highlighting her curly and soft black hair and big watery eyes.

She wandered alone in the rear of the fort with a wind lamp, step by step, not tight, not slow.

Such a petite and weak figure, with the only light of the whole wharf, should have attracted the attention of several Fort duty personnel.

"Hey, the man in front! He's still wandering around the wharf in the middle of the night. Haven't you heard of the fire ban and night ban of the management committee?"

Noah suddenly stopped, turned her back to the duty, and cried timidly.

"What curfew... Sir... I don't know anything... No one told me anything... It's late at night, I just want to find a place to rest..."

"This time?" the man on duty suddenly became vigilant. Two people clicked their guns, and the third shouted a few meters away, "that man, turn around! Otherwise we'll shoot!"

Noah's shoulder seemed to tremble. She turned back obediently, and the light silk covered on the crystal ball fell to the ground with the action of turning.

The flame of the wind lamp slants through the crystal ball, and the light turns from orange to dark purple, covering Noah with a layer of uneven blurred color.

She trembled like a frightened cat in front of people.

"Sir... Please don't shoot. I'm just a homeless man without home, no malice and no weapons..."

"Stand still!"

The on duty shouted and scolded, and the sound was transmitted at the wharf, causing a little commotion.

Some people gathered from the dark, saw the scene and laughed mockingly.

"Look what the guys at the fort found?"

"A beautiful stray cat, damn it, they are so lucky!"

"Don't play too much, guys!" the shadows gradually dispersed, and the sound of the sea mixed with the sound of the waves. "The Lords of the Parliament and the management committee are not angels. If there is a mistake, be careful, the gain is not worth the loss."

Noah shook even more.

Holding the crystal ball, she trembled slightly, driving the light band on her body to twist in a strange rhythm.

The night watchers felt that their sight became uncontrollable, and their subconscious moved with the swaying bright lines.

But strangely, this feeling is not bad, even a little inexplicable and comfortable

Like a dream

"Don't move! Don't move! You..."

"Meow!"

Always motionless white ears suddenly opened their eyes, amber cat pupils were wide, and strands of black lines were mixed in the yellow background to enlarge, enlarge, invade heaven and earth and engulf people's hearts.

Their outstretched hands were frozen in place, only a meter or two from Noah.

Noah stopped trembling, put down the crystal ball, and her face was slightly red.

She took the initiative to go up, ignored the two long guns aimed at her head, and stood in front of the night watchman with a cold look.

"I am Noah of salabu, the more valuable master than your life."

"You are the master of..."

"We have the fetters of surpassing life, and we have been one since the beginning of God's creation."

"Continuous production... One."

"This fetter is the deepest secret in heaven and earth. You are convinced of it and will never tell others."

"Convinced... No doubt."

"You are absolutely obedient to me and have no regrets."

"Absolute... Obedience."

Noah took a deep breath and her face turned red.

"Now, tell me, who am I?"

"You are..." the voices of the night watchmen struggled, and their eyes became dull. "You are the master."

"Tell me, what are you doing?"

"Watch the fort."

"By whom?"

"The order issued by the District Council, the militia raised by the Management Committee of the wharf."

"For what?"

"Beware of the British. Those damn pigs besieged Le Rober, but no one knows why."

"How many people are there in the fort?"

"A total of 62, 39 on the lower floor and 23 on the upper floor."

"How many people are on duty?"

"Four in the lower layer and two in the upper layer."

"Can you call them out without disturbing the others?"

"Yes... Just... Words that desecrate the master must be used."

"Go and bring them to the dark lane. I allow your blasphemy..."

Not long after, in the dark lane near the fort, seven or eight sneaky figures crowded in quietly.

"Balik, where is the little beauty you said? It's really not the daughter of a big man?"

"What can a humble flamenco have to do with a big man? Besides, whose family members are still wandering outside?"

Balik, the night watchman who shouted, answered with a smile.

"That's a blessing from God! This time... This time..."

Poop poop!

Random arrows came from the end of the dark lane. Scattered bows, crossbows and flying harpoons were always equipped with a small number of silent shooting tools on the ship. The water supply men were hunting for recreation. Now they all became sharp tools for killing people. With only one round of projection, they shot the crowded figures to the ground.

Balik fell convulsively to the ground and looked at the cloudy sky.

"Master, be careful, there is an ambush... Master..."

Poof!

The sharp command sword pierced into the back of his neck and cut off Buckley's last life.

Little pierce stood among the corpses and glanced across the dark back lane.

"Mend the knife at the key position. Don't miss the living. The rest keep quiet and enter the fort."

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Fort two.

The sailors hiding in the shadow saw the swaying wind lamp. Under the wind lamp was a beautiful brown face with emerald eyes.

The wind lamp flashed away, the sailors fell into the fort from the corner, and a thick smell of blood came to their nostrils.

"Ms. yesla..."

"Collect gunpowder, tie it into bags and fill it inside and outside the gun."

Haina recycled her throwing knife according to her memory, wiped it clean one by one, and took back the scabbard.

"Set aside enough escape leads and arrange the left behind for ignition. Although there are no living people in the fort, you should be careful of the patrols. They attach great importance to the fort."

The sailors looked at each other.

The scene in front of us was too tragic. The small space was full of corpses, and the arc stone wall was splashed with plasma.

Each corpse had the same expression, with his mouth open and his face frightened. The huge wound was exposed on his side neck, which was not connected, empty and turned out.

Haina slaughtered the people of the whole fort by herself in front of them. It took less than half an hour. She didn't have any blood on her body. They couldn't even hear anything.

How did this silent stabbing go on?

Who on earth can remain indifferent after killing 50 or 60 people in a row?

Is there really a god of death walking in the world?

Men on the sea worship the strong, and Haina's strength is far more powerful than their understanding of the word "strong".

They almost wanted to worship, and all froze on the spot for a moment.

Hannah frowned helplessly: "what are you doing? Put the body under it. There is blood on the ground. Be careful not to let the gunpowder get wet."

"Yes... Yes, ma'am." the sailors woke up like a dream, suppressing their voices and responding hurriedly.

About half an hour later, near three o'clock, a huge roar rang through Le Robel from Fort one.

The bright flame soared into the sky, and the rolling air waves lifted the roof. Something broken and shaped like a gun rolled in mid air, flew more than ten meters away and collapsed the low houses nearby.

Le Robel was awakened, and the frightened people ran out of the door screaming. They just saw the No. 2 Fort flying into the sky with a new roar.

"Attention, all ships! Load solid bullets, target Le Rober wharf, suppress the attack, fire!"

"Fire!"