This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 152, Section 151: The New Garrison Commander

The most bustling area of ​​this large island, Silver Sand Bay, is located on its western side, where a crescent-shaped natural harbor is nestled.

The easternmost part of the island, however, remains pristine due to its dense undercurrents, numerous reefs, and lack of valuable development resources.

At this moment, on the east coast, a mycelium boat with its bottom worn flat lay tilted on the shore. The hull, which was already in disassembled form, was now almost completely broken apart. This was the price of forcibly rushing ashore.

In the final chaos, the two mermaids broke free from the mycelial tentacles and escaped, but at this point, Lin Jun no longer cared whether they escaped or not.

Most of the red reef fruit on board was preserved, but since it wasn't suitable to carry around, Lin Jun hid it under a pile of rocks.

Because Dylan looked too much like a beggar, Lin Jun could only use his superb knife skills to trim Dylan's stubble and overly long hair, making only three cuts in the entire process.

"I didn't expect to go directly to Yinsha Bay."

Having figured out his location, Dylan was somewhat amazed at his good fortune. He had originally thought he would have to go to another island first and then take a boat to get here.

"Don't be too happy yet. Think about how long you've already wasted on this trip. It's hard to say whether you'll even find your daughter." Lin Jun poured cold water on your hopes without any hesitation. "Let's go to the tavern first."

Dylan scratched his head. Gathering information at the tavern was indeed standard procedure, but—

"Boss, we're out of money right now..."

Dylan's gold coins all sank into the sea in the mist along with his luggage bag. He had been thinking about how to make some money since just now.

"It's about making money at the tavern," Lin Jun said matter-of-factly.

Since that's what the boss said...

Dylan pushed open the door of the tavern called Broken Sword and Remnants, and was almost driven out by the smell inside as soon as he entered.

Although Dylan also smelled bad, he had been breathing fresh, natural air for almost the past month. Suddenly being in such a smoky environment filled with the smell of cheap alcohol and sweat was quite unsettling.

Especially the smell of tobacco leaves inside; he had never smelled such a pungent type back in Silent Wind Town. Dylan guessed it might be a specialty of the archipelago.

"Sir..."

A timid voice came from a slave servant carrying a tray of wine and wearing an iron collar around his neck.

Dylan then realized that he was blocking the already crowded passageway.

Silently taking two steps back, Dylan couldn't help but glance at the slave servant a couple more times.

He was thin, with old and new whip marks crisscrossing his wrists and calves, and a slave mark burned into the back of his neck by a branding iron.

In the kingdom, although there are slaves, they are mostly concentrated in the manors of nobles. No owner would use a slave as a tavern waiter. The culture on the islands is obviously different from that of the kingdom.

Just as Dylan was about to look away, a foot suddenly emerged from the shadows and tripped the slave servant precisely.

boom!
The wine tray slipped from his hand, the ceramic cup shattered, and the murky wine spilled all over the floor.

The slave was thrown hard onto the greasy floor, shards of pottery cutting his skin, his muffled groan drowned out by the burst of laughter.

"Look at this idiot!" The man who had stretched out his leg slammed his fist on the table and laughed, and the people around him echoed his sentiments.

The owner behind the counter frowned as he glanced at the wine stains and shards on the floor, and impatiently said to the slave, "Useless trash, clean it up."

He then complained to the customer who had stuck his foot out, "Put these losses on your drink bill."

The customer shrugged; he didn't care about that little bit of money at all.

Dylan watched the slaves crawling on the ground picking up pottery shards. What if Bella became like that...?

His hands unconsciously clenched.

"Dylan, let's go that way."

"what?"

As instructed by his boss, Dylan stepped over the slaves lying on the ground and circled the left side of the tavern.

"Is that so?" Dylan asked.

"Okay, okay, that's enough."

Suddenly, the scout's backpack quietly slipped a small bag into Dylan's hand. He picked it up and saw it was a money pouch.

"This is..." "I found it!"

Dylan's eye twitched, but he wasn't some kind of paladin; he genuinely needed money right now...

Money makes everything easier; two silver coins were enough for the tavern owner to point Dylan to an information broker.

Dylan pushed a glass of iced fruit wine toward a small man sitting in an inconspicuous corner.

The short man casually took a sip and said, "I've never seen you before. You should know that I need more than just one drink, right?"

Ten silver coins were tossed onto the table. The short man pouted, taking the coins while muttering, "Just ordinary news..."

He then began to talk about some recent news that everyone knew.

From the complete engulfment of Gianthorn Island by the mist, to the increasingly strained relationship between the three major slave owners of the archipelago, and the major event that just happened a few days ago in Silver Sand Bay—Grossa's secretary was brutally murdered in the outhouse, and the garrison commander Oruk was incompetently allowed the murderer to escape, so he was dismissed and replaced by a rising newcomer.

After he finished speaking, Dylan asked, "If I want to inquire about a specific person..."

The short man squinted and tapped the table twice with his finger.

After being given another 30 silver coins, Dylan received a name and a location.

Just as Dylan was about to get up and leave, an argument suddenly broke out in the tavern.

"There's no such rule about credit here," the tavern owner said coldly, putting down the glass he was wiping.

The man who had just tripped the slave was frantically searching his body, but couldn't find his money pouch anywhere.

"It must be that slave! He was right next to me just now, and he sneaked away in the chaos!"

The boss was too lazy to listen to his explanation: "If you don't have money, leave your weapons behind and pay to ransom them!"

The surrounding onlookers occasionally burst into gloating laughter; they loved watching the slaves' jokes, but they loved watching the drinkers' jokes even more.

The laughter provoked the man, who drew his scimitar and roared at those around him, "What are you laughing at?"

However, this move only earned him more boos.

The shop owner silently took down the short axe hanging behind the counter.

boom!
The door was kicked open, and an arrogant voice rang out: "What are you doing? I heard a commotion outside. Is Lord Tian Qi looking for trouble as soon as he takes office?"

The speaker was a guard who pushed through the suddenly silent crowd.

Behind him, a middle-aged man known as Tian Qi led more guards in.

His gaze swept across the area as if surveying his territory, finally settling on the man holding the knife.

"Commander, this man tried to dine and dash and then tried to attack us," the tavern owner suddenly said.

"I...I didn't..." The man tried to explain, but Tian Qi waved his hand and ordered the guards to take him away.

Although the man gripped his curved sword, he dared not attack the guards. Not everyone could escape like that assassin who committed a crime in Silver Sand Bay...

Seeing the other people's averted gazes, he nodded in satisfaction, turned around, and walked out of the tavern.

After he left, the short man next to Dylan whispered, "That's the new garrison commander I told you about, who's currently riding high."

No one noticed that a backpack was hidden behind a chair, avoiding the garrison commander's possible line of sight.

Lin Jun recalled the garrison commander's panel with mixed feelings.

Name: Tanaka Hideshichi

[Race: Human]

[Level: LV18]

[Skill: Memory Erasure LV4...]

[Title: Hero]

What the hell?
Are there other heroes?
And he's Japanese?
(End of this chapter)