Warriors will die if they charge.

During his time as a servant father, Marcus not only helped tend to the small garden in the yard, but also honed his skills.

In the legacy left by Houqin, a unique battle cry of the Vanatl warriors is described, called the Death Whistle.

The general effect is to mimic the wails of a human dying, using a special instrument to play the call of the god of death, Azkran, awakening the fear of death within the prey.

The parchment did not record how the Death Whistle was made; instead, it was pronounced in a unique way. The difficulty in learning it lay in lung capacity and tongue dexterity.

And coincidentally, Marcus excels at both of these things.

On the eve of dawn, he stood on the banks of the Nileca River and let out a heart-wrenching battle cry at the water ghosts who had smelled the fresh flesh and blood.

"Aggggh!"

The wailing of ghosts, like sound waves sweeping across the river, made even water ghosts, who knew nothing of life and death, extremely fearful. They timidly stayed in the shallow water, their small eyes under their slippery heads observing their prey on the riverbank.

"I'm your stepfather."

Following closely behind the death whistle was the gift of the tongue, and the water ghosts swayed between fear and anger, letting Marcus's thoughts wander between the shallows and the riverbank.

He used the death whistle to instill fear, and the tongue to mock and provoke. But in no time, his ability to swear was more profound. The five water ghosts swarmed over and had their heads smashed one by one with their fists.

"Not bad, Houqin..." Marcus shook the water off his fist, and felt a surge of anger as he thought of the acolyte who had disappeared without a trace.

Even if he calls me brother and gives me a big gift, I can't be soft-hearted. I must accumulate enough strength before heading to the Bloodline.

As dawn broke, the light of day quietly illuminated the rushing Nileca River, making it appear as if a waterfall had fallen from the sky.

When he returned to the town, he found that many people were already working overtime, carrying hoes and drainage pipes, busy on both sides of the street.

A full week has passed since the Baron returned to town, and Moraz, who is in charge, is far more shrewd than the elders expected...?

Marcus couldn't figure out what the mercenary leader was thinking either.

He should immediately send people to find clues about the silver, using the repair of the drainage canal as a pretext to plunge the townspeople into internal strife, thus facilitating the subsequent atrocities.

But instead of doing that, he ordered his mercenaries to help repair the irrigation canals and bought several old houses to renovate as temporary camps.

Even the old house on the muddy road, the baron's brother specifically sent someone to inquire whether he had any intention of selling it.

Following closely behind the Baron were some family members from Silver Mountain City, the Visi family crammed into a narrow two-story house.

Among them were several beautiful and lovely young women, their white embroidered dresses swaying in the mud, a sight that evoked pity; they shouldn't have been there.

Kuran stood under the wooden awning of a shop on the street, clutching his ever-present steel spear. Marcus greeted him.

"Hey, Kuran, what are you doing here?"

The loud greeting made Kuran feel like a mouse caught by the tail. He turned around hastily, put his index finger to his lips, and gestured for quiet.

A burst of cheerful laughter followed as the soldiers walked through the streets. The girls, dressed in floral print dresses, moved with light steps through the country lanes. Their golden hair, styled in a bun, adorned with necklaces and jeweled hairpins, and their delicate and lovely faces inspired genuine admiration.

Marcus noticed the passing Vichy family ladies, but he had no interest in these immature girls.

The oldest was only sixteen years old, while the youngest looked about the same height as Bardin.

He followed Kuran's gaze and saw that the fierce dog was staring intently at the girl who was being protected in the center.

She wore two pigtails, symbolizing childhood, and her pale golden curls partially obscured her slightly chubby face. A pair of milky white embroidered shoes rolled around in the mud.

The ladies quickly left, and Marcus, looking at Kuran who had fallen into a state of dementia, couldn't help but say:

"Dude, that's a... kid, who's never even had his period."

Kuran snapped out of his reverie and remained silent for a long time: "Her name is Doris, Moraka's youngest daughter."

"No, brother." Marcus grabbed Kuran's shoulder and shook him violently, making him wobble like a rattle.

"She's just a child!"

"Children will grow up eventually. I'm still young, I can wait." Kuran appeared very calm. He pushed away the hand that was pressing on his shoulder and said in an even calmer tone:

"But I should kill them to avenge the Vici family's atrocities."

Marcus covered his forehead speechlessly. He didn't press Kuran on why he would take a liking to a little girl with pigtails. Such a thing... might be so normal in the Griffin Kingdom to the north that no one would mention it. Nobles liked little girls, and priests admired little boys.

But Kuran’s softening attitude showed that Moraz’s approach was starting to work. He first spent money to repair the irrigation canal as a favor, and then brought his female relatives to show that the Visi family wanted to return to Linhe Town.

"We should do something," Marcus said.

"What are you going to do? Heh." Kuran sneered, his previous lecherous expression turning into the alertness of a fierce dog.

"Fielding has become sworn brothers with Moraz, and he's started calling him 'Village Chief,' meaning the one who corrects mistakes, while all I have is a spear and a Red Claw."

"Where's Boss Hawk?"

"He ran off to the southern desert. Another coward who talks big but doesn't act. These old bastards are only tough when it comes to money and drinking. When it comes to trouble, they're better at hiding than goblins." Kuran spat and gripped his spear tightly.

No one has brought up the issue of ownership or rule yet. Fielding, as the town's leader and holder of the armed forces, is still dealing with the Visey brothers.

But if we continue to speculate with this attitude of constant acceptance, soon Linhe Town will transform from a rainforest town under the rule of the Water Ghost Queen into Linhe Town of the Griffin Kingdom.

At this moment, a lean man with short black hair left a makeshift herbal clinic and his eyes lit up when he saw the two people discussing something on the street.

"I was just about to look for you, Kuran."

"I hope you have some good news, Loca."

Marcus nodded to Loca. He was Dr. Pedro's student and had learned excellent medical skills. In Linhe Town, where almost everyone had completed prenatal education, his knowledge level was comparable to that of a doctor.

Loca looked around to make sure no one was watching, then quietly exported the intelligence he had gathered over the past week:

"I've found out the details. They're mercenaries under Moraz's command. The Visi family promised them, these deserters from a neighboring country, a piece of land."

Kuran nodded: "What about the silver? Who spread the word? How come I had no idea there was silver in the snot ditch? We used to use that lousy place for cockfighting."

"The information came from a woman, not from Linhe Town, possibly an adventurer. She revealed to the Visi family the news of silver appearing in Linhe Town. The plans to repair the drainage canals and arrange for the women to move around in the town were all arranged by her." Loca clenched his lean, powerful hand into a fist, watching the residents repairing the drainage canals on the street:

"Her plan was successful; she spent money to settle things with Captain Fielding and promised to give the veteran a stable and reliable job in Silverhill City."

"Coward!" Kuran gritted his teeth. The root of it all came from the silver, the authenticity of which was unknown. The town was still maintaining a false peace.

When silver appears, everything will slide into an unpredictable abyss.

"That woman is hiding in a boat at the dock," Roca said, his cunning eyes darting around. If the core issue could be resolved, perhaps the town could return to its original state.

"I'll do it. Kuran is too conspicuous; everyone's watching him." Marcus volunteered to take on this troublesome task.

With Hakis around, infiltrating a ship shouldn't be a big problem.

As for what to do after finding that woman... Marcus believes that if necessary, it might be necessary to use force to make her confess the lies that caused so much trouble.

This is how warriors think: who cares about silver? Beat her black and blue, and she'll naturally say there's no silver.