Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

The natural result was that they found a large number of people from various small mercenary groups and formed a mixed mercenary group.

Of course, the person who issues the task is the tavern owner’s man, not the sponsor himself.

This is also a very professional way to protect customer privacy...at least the pub owner thinks it is very professional.

"This is also a reminder from me to you."

The pub owner said he was a very conscientious seller.

"Okay, thank you then."

The man in black nodded politely in thanks, then picked up the teacup.

The tavern owner was too lazy to argue with this weirdo. He had collected the money and delivered the goods, so he turned around and walked out of the lounge.

“Take good care of the guests.”

The pub owner said this to the girl at the front desk on the second floor and then went downstairs.

He had to hurry back to the pub because the guys there had gone home for something, so he, the boss, was the only one left to look after the store himself.

"Good boss."

Although the girl at the front desk responded verbally, she shuddered.

It’s because that pitch-black guy is too scary.

She was scared every time she entered the house to serve tea or fruit.

Especially the guy's voice, which made her even more scared.

But since she was paid this much, she had no choice but to go in.

If the customers tell her, the boss, about her poor service, she probably won't have any good juice to drink.

The man in black that she was thinking about was now in the lounge with a lot of questions in his mind.

"That's really interesting. Was it them who did it, or was there some other reason?"

What gave her a lot of questions was the behavior of Guogan and Belfast.

It doesn't seem like something a KanColle can do, but more like something a human being can do.

Whether they have learned too much human knowledge or there are some other problems, the men in black are very curious.

The two creatures that made the man in black curious were squatting on the roof of a building at the side of the alley.

"What do you think is in there?"

Looking at the building that the tavern owner went into, Fukukai Yamato asked Veneto curiously.

"How would I know? It might be some old nest."

Veneto also stared at the building. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary house.

But as soon as the bar owner waited for them to leave, he rushed in here, so there must be something wrong.

"I don't believe he is going home. That guy has shifty eyes and doesn't look like a good person."

NO.387 The blame is undeniable

"So that appearance is the shifty look."

Fukamiya stroked his chin and recalled the appearance of the tavern owner.

"There must be something wrong here. Look, he hasn't come out for so long."

Veneto glanced at the owl squatting nearby, combing its fur.

"Big sister, you see I'm useless. I was lucky that I followed him just now without him getting suspicious."

The owl paused for a moment and shrugged its wings helplessly.

"Have you ever seen an owl fly into someone's house for no reason? I'm not Hedwig."

“That seems to be the case.”

Veneto thought about it and had to agree with his own radar's idea.

But they can't just sit there and watch.

From outside, you can't see what's happening inside.

But just now, looking at the complicated look on the pub owner's face when he came in, he had to give secret signals and the security guard opened the door.

It was absolutely impossible for the two of them to get in easily.

The secret codes are easy to come by, but I'm sure I won't be able to get past the security.

Besides, after waiting for such a long time, lying on the roof was not a comfortable place, and Neto was already annoyed by the sun.

Deep Sea Yamato doesn't care.

For Shenhai, it is a normal thing to have been exposed to wind and rain since birth.

But as a former human, a later ship girl, and now a "deep sea", Veneto doesn't like the feeling of being exposed to the sun all the time.

It was as if I had turned into a salted fish, drying on the shore.

"I'd rather just call it in."

It seemed that Deep Sea Yamato noticed Veneto's displeasure.

Although she is used to the feeling of being exposed to the sun, she is happy to go there if there is a comfortable area.

"No, even if this isn't a city as close to the frontline as Nagasaki, this is still a coastal city with a garrison and ship girls. Also, the distance from here to Nagasaki makes it easier for us to be intercepted by the ship girls when we run away."

Veneto held Fukukai Yamato's hand and shook his head firmly.

Zuo He was on the seashore of what was considered an inland sea.

If you sail on the sea and go around the Shimabara Peninsula, you will reach the estuary.

A little north of the estuary is Nagasaki Castle.

If Veneto and Fukukai Yamato caused trouble in Saga Castle, there would only be two escape routes.

One is by land and the other is by sea.

If you travel by land, you will also pass by Nagasaki Castle.

Unless they choose another longer route and enter the sea from another direction.

But that would mean a long detour at sea.

As for the sea and land, the ship girls of Nagashika Castle don’t even need to rush to Saga. They just need to block the entrance to this small inland sea and wait for the opportunity.

So for her and Fukami Yamato to come to Saga, the risk is actually very high. If something goes wrong, it will be difficult to run away.

But there were indeed livestock for sale here, and she saw pigs and sheep on her way to tracking the tavern owner.

"Then what to do."

Fukayama was no longer prepared to draw his weapon.

"Let me think about it... reporting it... is not an option."

There is no need to think about this one, both she and Deep Sea Yamato are the problems.

Not to mention that they went to report the case, he was afraid even if he just stood at the door of the police station and the police came to question him.

They said before that they would send the mercenaries who came to capture them to Langley in Nagasaki Castle.

Veneto's plan was simply to drop them off at the city gates and put up a sign or write a letter.

When people in the city discovered them, they would know what they had done through letters or signs.

It had never occurred to her to hand these people over to Langley or the military police or any other administrative staff personally.

If these people who were not sure what to do were handed over, he and Shenhai Dahe would be finished.

When she arrived in Saga, a city closer to the inland, she dared not to make any more trouble.

Just letting these bad guys go unchecked is a huge torment to her inner sense of justice.

And she was afraid that this place was related to the era in which she lived before.

If she allowed these bad guys to capture ship girls at random, causing changes in the timeline and causing her to have fewer ship girls, she would have no place to cry.

Although saving some ship girls who might have disappeared in history may not necessarily ensure that the number of ship girls she should have in the era she lives in is maintained at the original number, but more is always better than less, this is always correct.

All the ship girls are here, including those that should disappear. That's much better than some ship girls disappearing.

So even though she didn't want to cause trouble and was afraid of getting herself involved, she still gritted her teeth and took Fukamiya to deal with it.

"We have to find a way to sneak in. Let's get something to conceal our identities."

Veneto pulled Deep Sea Yamato and prepared to do some disguise first.

"You watch from here."

Veneto pointed to the roof below and said to the owl.

"Please, please."

The owl raised its wings and saluted.

Veneto pulled Fukakai Yamato and first went into a clothing store, where he bought a black leather jacket and a hooded sweatshirt to ensure that his face could be in the dark by slightly lowering his head.

Then she bought two pieces of black gauze, and she had to sew it onto the hood of the sweatshirt herself.

This kind of thing definitely cannot be done by a clothing store, otherwise it will leave a record.

If someone came to investigate, they would immediately find out about her and Fukukai Yamato.

Fortunately, she can still do this kind of small gap.

The sturdiness is fine, but the aesthetics are not.

The outfit didn't cost much, and they weren't planning on buying any high-quality clothes.

For them, this is basically a one-time thing.

Even if it is not broken after use, I don’t plan to use it next time.

When Veneto and Fukukai Yamato returned to the rooftop, they saw the owl staring intently at the door of the building.

"How is it? Is there anything going on?"

Although Veneto can share the owl's vision, she was busy shopping for clothes with Fukukai Yamato and did not pay attention to the situation here.

Theoretically, even if the tavern owner came out now and returned to the tavern, she and Shenhai Dahe should continue to keep a close eye on this residential building.

That tavern was obviously not a place to handle serious mercenary tasks.

Come to think of it, if a tavern openly serves the public and conducts those underground employment transactions, both the two parties handing over the task and the tavern acting as an intermediary cannot escape blame.

Therefore, this building that looks like a residential building is most likely a place specifically used for trading such mercenary tasks.

Then keeping an eye on this place would be much more useful than keeping an eye on the tavern.

"After you left, two more groups of people went in, totaling about eight people. That means including the previous tavern owner, there are at least nine people. We haven't counted whether there were people who went in before we came."

The owl turned its head 180 degrees, looked at Veneto and Fukayama who were bending over and sneaking towards it from behind, and spoke.

"So, this place is most likely what I guessed, a specialized underground mission exchange."

Veneto looked at the house with its curtains drawn, so no one could see what was inside.

"I've never heard of such a place, really!"

The injured soldier with a broken leg, who was lying on the tiles nearby with his mouth dried and peeling from the sun, said helplessly.

"I've lived in Saga for more than ten years, and I've never heard of such an exchange. Instead, our black missions... including the mission to capture the ship girl, are all accepted in the tavern."

NO.388 One-size-fits-all security approach

"So you think that the only place where you can trade is in that tavern?"

Veneto tilted his head and looked at the middle-aged man speechlessly.

This guy looks quite old, but I didn't expect him to be so naive.

Who would openly do something that the authorities forbid?