Chapter 160: (160): Evolved

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Back to the knights' residence, those who were wounded remained there. The captains and Bryant headed to the forest to track the attackers. They found the traces until reaching a village and stopped.

"The snow and heavy wind had washed away the tracks," Raphael stated, he dismounted and checked the trees to see if there was any mark on them.

Eliot could sense Rave's blood aroma. He pulled the lariat approached the pine tree.

"Rave followed them," he pointed to the badge and the blood that colored it. The tree was at the beginning of a dirt road.

"So that rat is still alive." Winston neared him.

"Hurry up, he is wounded."

Natasha drove to the road and Bryant moved after her. The devil who aimed Wilmore's life was close, very close.

They galloped forward until heading out of Bolingtone, there was a harbor that ships would go to south through Griffin Sea, the west of Moon lake, it was and after a whole day of riding the knights reached the Margin cit A house for merchants and those who were trading, there was no regular citizen there but stations, Inns, barns, cellars, bunkers, and rucks. Made for merchants and their workers only, smugglers could be counted also.

The snow had ceased in that area, and no wind was roaming around. The night began a calm treat.

"How should we find them now?" Asked Karim, looking around. Here had many buildings.

"Rave would come if he is still alive!"

Hux remarked leading his men to a guard cabin. The watchman crept out in wonder. The knights of Velator were the last people who would come here.

"How can I help you, sir?"

"I am Huxley Bolingtone, open the gate."

Hux showed his steel badge, the people who entered this city had identity so they were allowed to pass.

The man jerked back and began to run, opening the railing gate for them to pass.

Natasha and her brother exchanged a glance. Why was the man terrified?

Entering inside, Huxley stopped! This man knew something otherwise he had no reason to be afraid of the court!

He jumped down his horse and pointed to the man, as the man slowly approached, he scanned him. 

"I want to check the list that crossed this gate from last night?"

Hux found the man quite fishy, he became even paler, opening his mouth to say something, steam clouded out but he changed his mind and said, "yes, your grace."

Turning away, he got into his cabin. Hux looked at Natasha over his shoulder. She dismounted and stepped closer, keeping her penny-wise.

"He works for them, or knows them.'

She believed.

"I guess so! He is too panicked. Let's see how many records he has in his notes."

The man arrived back, handing him a notebook. His handwriting was terrible as if confused spiders wiggled on the lines and left shaky traces.

Hux tilted his head, attempting to read but he didn't remember if he ever learned this language.

"Can you read it yourself? These are just doodles."

"I apologize, sir! Let me help you."

Hux shot the notebook back, handing it to Natasha.

"Who crossed this railing gate before us?"

The man paused, figuring at him, he was thinking.

"Merchant Robinson, I guess."

"Why do you guess? Don't you know the people who cross here?"

"Merchant Robinson is not from here! I saw his banner, not his face!"

He sighed, who was this mysterious person that held a deep and enormous grudge against Wilmore and the knights? There were many Robinson, which one does he mean? 

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"Where is he from?"

Natasha asked.

"Sargona."

Natasha felt the chill that explored her spine, biting her cord. This wasn't a piece of scholastic and detailed information but she knew what he was indicating. Harold Robinson!

"We must move, brother!"

Hux couldn't remember what had happened in Sargona that made this man against them but it was crystal clear that she knew whom he was directing.

Natasha climbed the saddle.

"Where does he stay?"

"I don't know milady!"

He uttered with doubt. A woman among many men, it was not usual to see women with combatant men.

They didn't hesitate more and hit the path to the city, if he was from Sargona, he would leave by now.

Choosing the harbor lines, they decided to spatter and check over all streets. Bryant took Eliot and Natasha, three other captains followed Hux and the rest sneaked after Winston.

At the end of a street was a cellar. Eliot halted as they found fresh tracks of soil.

"Where is Rave?"

Asked Natasha, wishing that Eliot could find him through his blood.

"Close!"

Eliot pointed to the left side where a narrow lane was. Two men were walking forward through the dark with their roadster.

Rave had a man beside him, a villager.

"Get down the horses and follow us."

Rave asked, keeping his voice low.

Natasha hastily obeyed but Bryant growled under breath. He didn't know either of those men.

"Who are you?" Rave asked Bryant.

"Mind your own business."

"Fine, follow me, they are tending to escape through the sea. We discovered that they are from Sargona."

"We know. Show us their colony."

Bryant wished.

Rave raised an eyebrow but didn't nag at him who looked familiar. Did he see him in Barson? He led them inside the lane, nearing a hovel, that had a ship toolhouse glued to it.

"We must be separated, climb the building to the second floor. We can take them from above." Rave who already surveyed the place suggested and Natasha trusted him.

Positioning in the dark points, they eyed inside through the small windows, slowly heading inside by the doors. They dispatched the watchers calmly. 

Natasha moved inside, appearing behind a man, she hit a vital point on the back of him and let him have some rest.

She sneaked down the stairs and stood behind a wall, hearing the cloaked men.

"Harold, we should leave or we will die."

"I could not kill him." The young man said.

"We hurt him enough! I doubt that he survives it. We need more men. Let us cease for a while."

She peeked out and saw his face, her eyes gleamed. So this bastard was behind the rebels! His father was tending to make Sargona an independent state to have an association with vampires. Wilmore noticed that he had been feeding vampires and executed him but Harold Robinson swore to be loyal. The mystery behind the rebels evolved now.. Natasha frowned, Livia was the greatest supporter of Sargona. Did she infer it?

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