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Chapter 1149: Chapter 882, The Fog that Appears at Night (The power went out at ho, written in an internet cafe, the big screen hurts my eyes.)_3 Chapter 1149: Chapter 882, The Fog that Appears at Night (The power went out at ho, written in an internet cafe, the big screen hurts my eyes.)_3 Waving his hand behind him, he directly boarded the train.

He wrote ‘Holt City’ on the itinerary, waited a few seconds, but the door did not close.

This proved that the train did not record this location.

He had no choice but to write ‘Lopaz City’, the door closed, and the train entered the void.

In the afternoon, the train arrived at the outskirts of Lopaz City. After confirming a direction with the city guards, he rode a motorcycle toward the target city.

…

Holt City, local association, conference room.

Around the long table in the room, local association mbers were seated, with a human swordsman, more than 40 years old, bearded, and resolute-faced, at the head.

Leather armor and boots, with a longsword hanging at his waist.

It was the local steward, the person in charge of this event.

The steward glanced at the vice-executive and other captains below him and said solemnly, “The rcenary team that took on the assignnt yesterday also hasn’t returned, and the related assignnts have been withdrawn to prevent further disappearances. The city lord has also requested reinforcents from the kingdom, but it will take so ti. Does anyone have any ideas?”

The rcenary team that accepted the exploration of the fog yesterday still didn’t return.

To avoid further losses, the assignnts issued by the association were also withdrawn.

At both sides of the conference table, sat the local vice-executive and a group of captains. One of them said, “Although the ventures into it were not completely fruitless, we can be sure that this fog is indeed being emitted by that ghost ship, and it’s not a skill of any professional.”

Another person said, “There’s no need to ntion what’s already confird. The famous rcenary group in the city is trapped inside, which is a loss for us too.”

“Steward, I think we should request the headquarters for an item that can either identify directions or counteract the fog.”

“According to the procedure, we should wait for the arrangents from Gold and Silver Island to be over before asking the headquarters for the item.”

“With the speed of the fog spreading, by that ti, it might have reached the nearby seas already, and the losses could be even greater.”

There were low murmurs of discussion, so with bad tempers had already turned from a discussion into an argunt.

The steward took a deep breath and forcefully slapped the table, asking, “How many days since the ssage was sent to Gold and Silver Island?”

One of the female captains replied, “Steward, if the fleet proceeded smoothly, the ssage should have reached Gold and Silver Island just yesterday.”

Just yesterday!

Why so slow!

One of the vice-executives said, “Steward, we could request assistance from stewards of nearby city associations; a bit of support from the vicinity shouldn’t be an issue to report afterwards.”

The steward was pondering, just about to speak.

The conference room door was gently knocked; everyone imdiately stopped their discussions.

“Co in!” said the assistant.

The door opened a crack; a staff mber peeked in and said, “Steward, soone from Gold and Silver Island has arrived, claiming to be a mber here to help with the investigation!”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room turned to look.

So soon?

Wasn’t it said that the ssage just reached Gold and Silver Island yesterday!

Was so communication thod used, or did soone intercept the ssage.

“Let him in!”

The door was pushed open, and a figure wearing a hooded cloak, leather armor on the outside and a mage’s robe inside walked in.

“Here is the letter that I was sent to help with.”

The incoming figure handed over a letter stamped with the association’s seal.

The steward took it and saw it was stamped by the Gold and Silver Island Steward indeed; it was soone from Gold and Silver Island.

After reading the letter, he looked up at the figure again.

A single person ca, and from the voice, not very old.

Who did they send over!

“Just yourself?” The local steward’s brow furrowed, his tone sowhat dissatisfied.

Such an important matter.

And they only sent one young person.

The person on the other side didn’t reply but took off the hood, revealing his original appearance.

The dissatisfied murmurs behind him stopped abruptly; everyone was looking at him.

Black hair, black eyes?

Gold and Silver Island Master?

I requested support, didn’t expect that the Jade Sea Flag Bearer would also be summoned.

The local steward looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny; indeed, he was the young man most talked about in the surrounding news of the Erald Sea.

The vice-executives and captains around the conference table also murmured among themselves, curious and surprised.

The local steward put away the assistance letter and said, “I am the steward, Zackley.”

“Wu Heng, Jade Sea Flag Bearer.”

Of course!

Everyone nodded, there’s no second person in the Erald Sea who looked like this.

The request for assistance ntioned needing a steward or a seasoned professional for support.

And Wu Heng, as per external rumors, his level was uncertain.

Only through so minor news and published newspapers, which definitely marked him above level 15 since he was reported to have defeated Prince of Lu’an.

“Wu Heng, you’ve co earlier than expected,” Zackley’s tone beca polite.

Such a person, with an unpredictable future, will surely beco an elder.

No need to leave a bad impression.

“I used so ans to hurry.” Wu Heng said vaguely, then directly asked, “Tell about the situation here!”

“Sure, please take a seat,” the steward gestured with his hand and then directly stated, “Recently, a fog has appeared over the sea…”

“I already know about the fog, do you have any clues?” Wu Heng interrupted him from starting over.

The steward nodded, his tone solemn, “There is a ship in the fog, and on the ship, there are enemies similar to iron puppets that attack any approaching vessels. As for the internal situation, that’s all we know, it’s from people who luckily got out. The fog is still expanding, and the rcenaries that went inside last night haven’t co out.”

Besides the ship, there are iron puppets.

The association’s iron puppets are a second-level reward, corresponding to level 12.

No wonder they needed support from steward-level personnel and above.

“Why are people still being allowed in?” Wu Heng asked.

“We’ve revoked the assignnts.”

Wu Heng pondered for a mont, then continued, “Where’s the fog, I didn’t see it just now?”

“It appears at night, invisible during the day.”

Truly a ghost ship!

Only visible at night.

The steward continued, “Island Lord Wu Heng, do you have any items that can identify directions? If we just go in rashly, we might also risk being trapped.”

Wu Heng said, “I have a Special Item that can identify directions, you go prepare, and let’s enter the fog tonight.”

“Tonight? That’s so soon?”