Twenty Seven Years Chapter 227

  Chapter 227 Old South Testament

   Although Laizein's blockade is tight, it cannot cover every area. Therefore, it is not difficult for Verak and Keating to leave Laizein. What really caused them trouble was that government troops were also conducting investigations on the main roads outside the city, which forced them to leave the main road and stay away from the investigation circle on remote, rugged, and unnoticed trails.

  In mid-January, it is the day when the temperature in the northern part of the Bresci Republic drops. In a forest, both of them were wearing thick overcoats, Verac carried a box in each hand, and Keating was leading the way.

   "It's much better to go to the old South Dating. The winter there is far less cold than Laizein." Keating exhaled.

   "This is the first time I've been to another country." Verak followed behind a little out of breath.

   "How's your Dunman practice?" Keating asked.

  Verak never slacked off in the prison. After he came out, he had to put aside his studies because he was too busy. He picked it up again in the last week: "I think it's okay, do you want to test me?"

   "Okay, let's chat in Dunman next." Keating immediately switched to Dunman.

   "Okay." A smile broke out on Verak's frozen face.

   On the afternoon of January 12, the two arrived near Kip, a day's journey away from Laizein.

   There are no investigators arranged by the government on the surface, and everything is as before, but Veraker and Keating feel a sense of unease. To be on the safe side, they chose to bypass Kip City and spent two days traveling to the farther city of Tuon. They took the train all the way south, and after several transfers, they arrived at the Gulf of Oral on the 17th. , the port of the coastal city of Pusica.

  The port is crowded with people, boarding the ship to go to all over the world, and there is an endless stream of people disembarking and returning to their hometown. Large or small passenger ships, cargo ships, and fishing boats cover the sea, which is very spectacular.

   "Teacher, ticket."

  Verak bought the boat ticket and returned to Keating who was waiting for him.

   Keating took a ticket, faced the sea breeze, smiled and said: "The last time I saw this sea was when we escaped from birth."

   "Yes." Verak lifted the suitcase on the ground and looked at the sea as well. "I heard that the government spent more than two months to arrest three or four hundred people..."

"A lot." Keating also knew about Dawn's sacrifice in the interrogation room, and sighed slowly, "In such a big place, once more than two thousand people are scattered, there is almost no chance to see them again. The fact that the government was able to recapture one-sixth of the cases within two months has exceeded my expectations."

   "Well...the boat won't leave until five o'clock, it's still early, let's find a place to rest for a while." The weather was already cold, and with the sea breeze blowing, it felt like a knife had been shaved on the face. Verac couldn't bear it himself.

   Keating has no objection: "Let's go."

  There are many taverns, hotels and other places that mainly serve the crew near the pier. Verac and Keating didn't want to drink, so they picked a hotel to rest temporarily.

   After the boarding time, the two successfully boarded the ship with false identities.

  The ship they were on was called the Virginia, and it only went to the area bordering Dunman in Bresci, and then they had to take another ship to reach the Old South.

  The total journey will take about eight days.

  Verak had never been on a boat for such a long time. After staying on the boat for a long time, he vomited faintly. It was only in the last few days that he got used to it and recovered a lot.

  January 25th, morning.

  The Mauritania, which was transferred, slowly sailed into the port of the old Nato.

  Many boat passengers gathered on the deck, looking at the city that had just snowed and looked at the snow-white buildings of different heights in the distance, cheers erupted.

  The cheers were to celebrate their safe arrival, and to represent that they were about to start a new life.

   After all, Dunman has just ended the civil war, which is much worse than other stable countries. Ken traveled so far to come here, mostly because of helplessness.

  Verak and Keating were also among the cheering crowd on the deck.

   Watching a huge city gradually fill his sight, Verak couldn't help but feel a little emotional amidst the cheers: "Teacher, that's the Old South Testament."

For more than 20 years, Keating, who only went back once when he was transshipping gold two years ago, nodded. The hometown was reflected in his deep eyes and long memory, which made him unable to calm down: "Yes, the old South Treaty .”

   "We are finally here." After spending half a month trekking through mountains and rivers, he finally arrived at the capital of another country. Verak was in a happy mood and couldn't wait.

   "Don't think too much about this place. If it's really good, I wouldn't have been back for decades." Keating noticed that Verac was excited about new things, and reminded him.

   "But your memory of this city is also decades ago. Decades are enough for a city to undergo earth-shaking changes."

   "It was still the same when I came back two years ago."

   "But it's different now. It ended a civil war to resolve huge contradictions, and the energy should be shifted from internal friction to common development."

   "Maybe."

   While talking, the Mauritania docked, the gangway was lowered, and the passengers who had been drifting at sea for many days disembarked one after another.

   "Welcome to Dunman, the long and arduous journey is over!"

  On the port, the Dunmans were shouting to the people on board.

   "It's quite enthusiastic." Verak wanted to wave to the Dunman in a black coat and a tall hat.

"Illusion." Keating shook his head slightly, squeezed into the port of the gangway with Veraker, and merged with the flow of people into a more noisy and chaotic land, "This place is very complicated, ten thousand times more complicated than Laizein. I knew it a long time ago. Neighboring Montrego and Stearl began to flood here with refugees continuously, occupying too many public resources and job opportunities that should be enjoyed by local people, which made them very xenophobic.”

   "Then will we be in trouble too?" Verak looked around and found that, as Keating said, there were indeed everyone.

   Keating laughed: "But there are so many accents among the locals alone, I'm all in a mess."

   "The more chaos the better for us, otherwise the order here is so good that we don't have any suitable opportunities." After getting off the gangway, Verak followed Keating, switching back and forth in Bresci and Dunman.

"Not necessarily." Keating couldn't even go to this place to sum it up. "There are gangs and associations here, big and small. Local ones, foreign ones, countless. They often fight for profit. , In order to survive, a battle of weapons broke out, holding swords, guns and sticks for a hundred-man battle, until one side falls first and dies, it will end."

   "This..." Verak felt a little different.

  When he lived in the slums, he had never seen such a chaotic and **** scene, and hearing Keating's tone, he seemed to be familiar with it.

"Back then, large areas of the streets were covered with blood, and the speed of cleaning up was not even as fast as the speed of fresh blood being sprinkled on it. And there is no fear of death here. If a batch is dragged away today, there will be new arrivals tomorrow. Immigrants.” Keating chose to leave his hometown to travel around the world, not simply because he likes to move around. Making this decision has something to do with the chaos and disorder of the Old South Testament and the irreconcilable contradictions at the bottom.

   "It should be better now." It's hard for Verak to imagine that the capital of a country will look like this, which is too far behind Laizein.

   "Who knows?" Keating laughed. "Even if the result was not very good, it was still the wisest choice I made to accept Ravel's invitation to go to Lezein without hesitation."

  A place that Keating hates so much and wants to leave all the time, there must be many unbearable places.

  Verak's eyes on the Old South Testament changed again and again: "Then let's go there first now? Then live near there?"

"Um."

  Two years ago, Ravel and Keating hid the gold in the wine cellar of the Quinn Tavern on Mandrin Street in the center of Old South York City. At that time, they just used this place as a transit point, and they didn't expect that the gold would last for two years.

   "I hope your friend will keep his promise." Verak braced himself to be vigilant to the pedestrians around him to avoid the theft of an inadvertent thing.

"It's been two years, and I don't know how he is doing... I hope he will keep his things forever." Keating originally had a little confidence in his old friend, but after he was arrested two years ago, he disappeared. The news, if the old friend thinks that he is dead and there is no need to keep things, so they open it, then I am afraid that there has been a **** storm in the old South Treaty, and they will return empty-handed.

   "Such a large amount of gold...is enough to change a person."

When Keating came back two years ago with the secret of gold, he didn't know if his old friend would think anything bad about the gold, so he wrapped the barrel with iron sheets, sealed the gold tightly, and claimed that it contained Breeze. The secrets of the Western Royal Family are only kept for one week.

Even though those who are interested in this move know that there must be important and valuable things hidden in it at a glance, but the time was tight and the situation was severe, and they had no other way to make the plan more secure, they could only put everything in the end. Trust is taken into account.

Fortunately, the old friend was grateful to Keating for not asking him for a penny of income from the Quinn Tavern in the past few decades, and for saving his family in dire straits. Raise curiosity that shouldn't be there. In the middle of a night, the two parties cooperated to store everything in the wine cellar without anyone noticing, and then put it away for two years.

   "Let's go, the result will be opened after all." Keating patted Veraker on the shoulder, and took a suitcase from him to ease his burden.

  Verak is a little hard to let go.

  That is gold worth 200 million gold grams.

  If there had been no contact, there would naturally not be any fluctuations in his heart, but now everything seems to be close at hand and within easy reach, enough to make the equality society develop to an unimaginable height.

  If it was already gone, was swallowed up by Keating's old friends, or was quickly divided up by other forces, how should I explain the situation to those who firmly believed in Laizein.

   "Take it easy." It was obvious that Veraker was deeply worried about the whereabouts of the gold, and Keating patted him on the shoulder again.

  Verak knew that the most important thing about gold now is to look at fate, so he worked hard to adjust his mentality: "I believe you see people's eyes."

  After leaving the port, the two took a carriage and headed straight to Mantelin Avenue.

  Villac sat in the carriage, looking around and seeing the layout of the old Nanyue city.

  Compared with Laizein, this place is much messier, and the buildings are not as grand as Laizein, and the construction planning is a mess. Rather than saying it is a capital, it is better to describe this place that accommodates many nationalities and has a complicated internal situation as a huge melting pot.

   "It hasn't changed much from before." Keating sighed.

  Over the past few decades, Dunman has been slowed down by internal conflicts. He sincerely hopes that his country can enter a period of rapid development after this civil war.

  This country has great potential.

  He believes that as long as this country is given another ten or twenty years, it will surely grow into a great country capable of competing with any powerful country today.

   Half an hour later, they came to Mantelin Avenue.

  To be on the safe side, the two didn't go straight into the Quinn's Tavern, but booked a room at a nearby hotel where their entrance could be observed. Through observation, it was determined that the Quinn Tavern was still in operation.

  This is hazy good news.

  This at least shows that the Quinn Tavern has not been remodeled in the past two years. If there is no reconstruction, there is a possibility that the contents of the wine cellar have not been discovered.

  If it is rebuilt and Quinn's Tavern becomes another restaurant, there is a 99% probability that the gold will be divided up.

"In case your friends stole the gold for themselves and pretended to be running the tavern in order not to be coveted by others, then your visit will definitely alarm them. You haven't come back for so long, and I'm new here. If they want to use I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it.” Verac and Keating stood at the window, looking at the door of Quinn's Tavern across the street where people came in and out from time to time, “So you stay here for now, I'll go over and find out about the situation. With a preliminary understanding, we will make plans.”

   "Be careful." Keating was more cautious than Virak, and he was going to arrange it without Virak.

   "Don't worry." Verak prepared a pistol and a magazine full of bullets, "If something unexpected happens, you should go first, and I will find a way to get out of danger."

Keating nodded slowly: "Be sure to pay attention to safety, and don't cause unnecessary trouble. You just need to calmly find out whether the tavern is still opened by my old friend this time. Knowing the result, many things will be all right. It's clear."

   "Understood, I'm going." Verac put the gun in his waist, covered it with his coat, grabbed the hat and put it on his head, and left the hotel, heading straight for the Quinn Tavern diagonally opposite.

  (end of this chapter)

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