In the morning, a group of convoys sneaked up on the southern gate of Isolated Cliff City, a sleepless city that stood outside the wars on the mainland as a neutral territory with flourished business. Its gates were open all year round, and there weren't even any guards inspecting the coming and going of merchants, reflecting the splendid atmosphere of a free metropolis of trade.

A skinny figure ran to them. "Are you here, My Lord?" the figure asked.

"Yes. Get into the carriage," Han Jin raised the curtain and said.

Little Joseph agilely jumped onto the wagon. Inside were Han Jin, Cessacioun, and the others. On Little Joseph's back was a cloth wrapper. "What have you brought, boy?" Cessacioun laughed.

"Everything I can carry with me," Little Joseph murmured.

"Why? Are you going..."

"He has to go with us. Those guys won't let him off." Han Jin smiled. "Have you finished what I asked you to do, Little Joseph?"

"Yes." The boy nodded.

"What did you ask him to do?" Cessacioun was cu