Adrian Shaw glanced at the group and said, "Don’t even think about it. No alcohol during the mission."
"Yes!"
Beaumont Wallace and the others immediately stood up straight.
"Once we get to the tribe, we have some aged pear blossom wine waiting. We’ll make sure you warriors get to drink your fill,"
Trevor said.
As night fell, several figures slipped away, hugging the wall behind the bungalows.
’I don’t know if this risk is worth it.
As expected, neither of them listens to a word of advice.’
Adrian Shaw shook his head.
To him, scouting Aethelgard at night was a complete shot in the dark.
"Nina Jacobs doesn’t do things she isn’t sure of, but man, I wish I could’ve gone too..."
Leo Hale looked out the window with envy.
Shirley Lucas, Wayne Warner, and Joanne Page all got to go, but Nina specifically told him he couldn’t.
"Tell me about it..."
Adrian Shaw really wanted to say he wished he could go too.
But he was also worried that Conrad Hawthorne and his people might show up unexpectedly with no one here to handle them.
Meanwhile, Nina Jacobs and the others, riding a small electric scooter that Shirley Lucas had pulled from his spatial storage, reached the fork in the road Holden Shaw had described.
"If we go any further that way, we’ll be at the gates of Aethelgard,
but they’ve really sealed this place up tight,"
Shirley Lucas said.
The fork was completely blocked by an earthen wall and a wall of Gold Spikes. An ordinary person would never be able to get over it.
"If only we could contact the people inside."
Seeing Nina Jacobs remain silent for so long, Joanne Page felt she had been far too naive before.
They probably couldn’t even get through the main gate of Aethelgard.
"Should we just go back?" Shirley Lucas asked.
Although there were no zombies on this road, it was his first time out at night. The absolute silence all around gave him the creeps.
"Get out your drone,"
Nina Jacobs said suddenly.
"A drone? If we fly it in now, won’t it attract zombies?"
Shirley Lucas knew Nina Jacobs wanted to send a message to the people inside.
But they weren’t even sure if there were any survivors left inside. What if it stirred up the zombies and they broke through the gate?
"Let’s try. What if it works?"
But Nina Jacobs wasn’t just betting on a one-in-a-million shot.
The reason she had been silent was that she had been sensing through her Little Zombie Rats.
After they reached the fork, she had taken the opportunity to release seven or eight Little Zombie Rats.
By now, the Little Zombie Rats had already sent back key information.
There were, indeed, living people inside Aethelgard.
If she used the drone in coordination with the positional data from the rats, she might be able to get the attention of the people inside.
Shirley Lucas nervously took out the drone.
Nina Jacobs had Joanne Page write a short note, then placed the paper inside the drone. She then began to pilot it toward the Aethelgard city gate.
Half an hour passed. Just as they were all starting to lose hope, Nina Jacobs suddenly stopped piloting the drone.
"Did we lose the signal?"
Shirley Lucas asked nervously.
If the drone lost its connection, it was very likely destroyed by zombies.
Nina Jacobs shook her head. "Not sure. The signal’s still there."
In the darkness, a faint smile touched her lips. She knew. The people inside had found the drone.
「Inside Aethelgard.」
In a dim room on the third basement level, a group of people held their breath, their eyes glinting with excitement.
"It’s Joanne! Joanne came looking for me!
The distress message we managed to get out worked!"
a woman with a grime-streaked face said in a hushed voice.
In her hand was the very note written by Joanne Page.
It was only two sentences, but she knew: someone outside was trying to save them!
"Aiden, if that’s the case, you all need to find a way out. You have to escape this place,"
said a woman in her fifties who was standing nearby.
"There must be people waiting outside. We have to get a message back to them as soon as possible,"


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