"Name? Where are you from?"

"Nolan. This is my brother, Bunos. We're from Frozen Town."

Nigan. Morui replied casually to the checkpoint inspector's inquiry.

Although they had learned before arriving at Sunken Pond Bay that it was best to tell the truth to the Graycastle inspectors, otherwise they might run into big trouble after arriving in the south, they never intended to go to Graycastle from the start.

As long as they crossed Cage Mountain, they would be in the territory of the Kingdom of Dawn, where there were large villages and towns to hide in. With their martial strength, they were not worried about their future life.

Therefore, it was easier to pretend to be civilians than nobles, so as not to attract attention along the way.

They had even discussed it long ago, that they could usually find a job as a guard or patrolman in the lord's manor, having a decent identity during the day, and their free time at night. As long as they guarded those remote intersections, they wouldn't have to worry about finding lone fugitives.

Just like what they did in Everwinter.

"Oh? That's quite a distance from Sunken Pond Bay," the inspector said while recording, "The news of the demons' retreat is spreading so quickly? Among the fugitives, there are really few northerners like you."

Nigan was slightly startled. The other person was clearly an ordinary person in terms of appearance and dress, and most ordinary people he had seen only knew the area where they lived. The word "knowledgeable" had always been foreign to them. But the Graycastle man in front of him not only knew Frozen Town, but also stated the distance of this unknown town in one breath!

"Is... that so? I also heard it from a merchant friend. It probably won't be long before more people come from Everwinter, right?"

While answering, he secretly rejoiced that the chosen town was not far from Wolfheart. If it had been Snow Reflection Fortress, located in the northern part of Everwinter, it might have aroused the other party's suspicion.

"Hopefully." The inspector looked at Taros. Morui, "By the way, can your brother lift his headscarf?"

"He was scratched by a wild beast, it's not very convenient to show it..."

"Sorry, but this is the rule. If there are obvious features, I must write them in the report."

Nigan frowned.

Damn it, just a watchdog.

His elder brother was a formally conferred knight!

If they were in the wilderness, he would definitely pull out this guy's tongue alive!

"Alright, it's not a big deal." Taros. Morui interrupted coldly, "It's just a look." He lifted his mask, revealing the half of his face that was rolled up and twisted below. Perhaps it was too horrifying, the inspector couldn't help but take a step back, and everyone around him gasped. But even so, the Graycastle man stubbornly completed the record.

"Well... these are your nameplates," he handed two metal pieces to Nigan, "As the only proof of exchanging for a new identity, remember not to lose them. Now go to the detention area and wait."

This guy is scared.

Nigan took the nameplates and sneered inwardly.

His elder brother's expression seemed calm, but in fact he was already murderous. This aura honed from fighting with swords and knives was not something civilians could withstand. Coupled with his current hideous appearance, it multiplied the deterrent force several times. It was already an outstanding performance that the other party didn't fall to the ground.

It's a pity that this is not a place to make a big scene after all. There are Graycastle soldiers stationed with guns at the checkpoint. Even if they are highly skilled, it is difficult to avoid the iron crossbow that they can't even see.

"Let's go." Taros lowered his headscarf and nodded.

"Yes," Nigan pushed through the crowd and entered the port wharf first. But soon, his pace slowed down. "Brother, they are going to load everyone on board..."

Taros also noticed the Graycastle people's arrangement.

The original plan of sneaking past the checkpoint and then finding an opportunity to act alone sounded good, but the other party didn't give the refugees a chance to disperse again. From the entrance checkpoint to the detention area, they were basically surrounded by brightly colored strips of cloth. Seemingly sparse refugees would definitely be guided into the wharf along the strips of cloth and board the large sea ships docked on the shore.

Although the cloth strips didn't have any restrictive effect, the patrolling Graycastle soldiers did – they lingered near the streets. If they crossed the cloth strips and separated from the crowd, those guys would never turn a blind eye.

And what differed most from their expectations was undoubtedly the city itself.

The core area of Sunken Pond Bay was all ruins. Not to mention residents, they couldn't even find a complete house. This not only made them lose the possibility of blending into the local townspeople, but also made hiding their tracks an incredibly difficult task.

This was completely different from Everwinter!

Clearly, they were both occupied by demons, but whether it was Snow Reflection Fortress or other cities, they were basically maintained intact. They didn't expect the south to change completely.

"What should we do?" Nigan couldn't help but show a trace of anxiety. Once they boarded the sea ship, they could only resign themselves to fate. What if they sailed directly to Graycastle? Wouldn't there be nowhere to escape?

Staying where they were was obviously not an option either. As refugees, they all hoped to leave the demon-infested territory as soon as possible. If they stood still, they would also be targeted by the patrols.

"You are too impatient, that's why you have never been conferred by His Majesty." Taros. Morui exhaled, "Walk slowly, don't stop. The wharf area is so large, the Graycastle people can't be perfect. Just look at their numbers, at most a hundred people. As long as we look carefully, we will definitely have a chance to escape."

Hearing his brother say this, Nigan gradually calmed down.

No matter how crazy his elder brother was when killing people, he was as calm and composed as solid ice before enjoying victory. As long as he followed his instructions, there would be no hurdle he couldn't overcome.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Nigan. Morui found an opportunity.

"Brother, look there!" he exclaimed in a low voice.

"...Incredible." Taros nodded in agreement after observing for a while, "I have to say, the Graycastle people are indeed extraordinary in terms of crooked ways. They can even do this with transporting carriages."

In a corner of the wharf, there were more than a dozen four-wheeled carts. Their size was extremely amazing, and the goods they carried were not comparable to ordinary carriages. The food and other supplies needed by the refugees seemed to be provided by them. At least, there were many porters shuttling between the wharf and the four-wheeled carts, carrying bags of goods onto the sea ships.

The number of people there was relatively chaotic and overlapped with the detention area, and it was not too difficult to get close to the vehicles.

However, even if they got to the side of the car, it didn't mean they could escape the control of the Graycastle people – unless they could outrun firearms, they would be caught up by the patrol team sooner or later.

The only feasible way was to hijack the car and escape.

Although these four-wheeled cars were huge, they still needed people to drive them. And unlike carriages, the driver seemed to be wrapped in the front of the car. In other words, they had a chance to hijack the driver while ensuring that they were not discovered.

Nigan and Taros exchanged glances and instantly confirmed each other's thoughts.

Using the shelter formed by the huge body of the car, finding a vehicle ready to leave, and then pointing a dagger at the driver's throat, the rest would be easy.

The two then acted.

And the whole process can be described as thrilling.

Although many porters noticed the two people walking farther and farther, at most they reminded them of the direction of boarding the ship. No one came up to ask them a few questions. They also pretended to be attracted by the giant vehicles, easily deceiving the busy crowd – after all, everyone had their own things to do, and no one wanted to cause trouble.

Once they entered the blind spot of vision, Nigan and Taros quickly bent down, clung to the car body and ran all the way, and soon approached the vehicles that had finished unloading on the periphery.

Watching them, they were only one step away from the success of their plan.

Just then, a curious question suddenly came from behind the two.

"Who are you?"

Nigan felt his hairs stand on end in an instant.

He turned his head sharply and saw a woman in a cloak behind him.

The other person tilted their head, and the drooping hood covered most of their face.

He reached for his waist, but was secretly suppressed by Taros, "Sorry... We are refugees from Frozen Town. We wanted to get closer and see these amazing creations, but we didn't expect to walk here all the way."

"I see, refugees..." The woman smiled, but didn't mean to leave, "But why is the smell of blood on you so strong?"