"Captain...... When the hell will you blow this guy away? I really can't bear it, you must not let me drink for the past two days, if I get drunk, I will definitely strangle that guy to death. Hans's eyes were bloodshot, and even those as strong as he could not endure the double torture of long seafaring and Regna's plots.

"Alright, well, I know you're having a hard time these days, but bear with me until you get to the Brisnes outpost. The captain comforted.

Hans cried and said, "Can't you let him go here?"

"Of course not, he has to be sent to Brisens. The captain simply refused, he thought for a moment and then said: "Don't worry, since you have come ashore, the prisoners will naturally have to wear chains to strengthen supervision, and I am afraid he will not have a chance to toss again in the future." ”

"What's going on, the prisoners who are usually sent are ordinary people who can't inspire fighting spirit, how can I let a fighter with a fifth-level fighting spirit mix in this time. First Officer Hans was still complaining.

"So he's not a prisoner. The captain said, "All right, Hans, in two days, go back and rest, and you will have to hurry tomorrow." ”

Hans poured two more sips of wine, but before he could swallow it, he could only hear his stomach "gurgling, gurgling", followed by a sharp pain in his abdomen.

The captain raised an unnatural frown, then watched as Hans clutched his stomach and muttered curses to Regner as he hurried to the toilet.

But it wasn't long before Hans returned.

"What's the matter?" quipped the captain.

"No, Captain. Hans's face turned a little pale, and he paid no attention to the captain's jokes, but said with some anxiety: "It occurred to me that my jug of wine was poured from the vat on the ship. ”

"Which vat?" the captain seemed to realize something.

"It's the one tonight. ”

The captain's face changed, and he immediately said: "Immediately recall all the crew members who are outside, and you ask the two people to go to the prison with me immediately to have a look." ”

"Yes!" replied Hans without thinking, but his waist was bent again by the sharp pain in his abdomen, and he could not immediately "put on the battle" in this state.

"Damn, I'll go find the second mate and let him do it, you settle your own affairs first, and then go to the cell to find me immediately. The captain's swift overcoat walked out the door.

......

That night, Regner lay on the grass and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and to be honest, he was also choked by Hans for the past few days.

"What the hell. "Regner was not satisfied with the performance of his carefully formulated secret medicine these days. Because the medicine he gave to Hans not only had the function of speeding up metabolism, but also made people clear their hearts and minds, and then they were enthusiastic.

To put it simply, Regner's medicine is a patchwork of sweat medicine, ** and laxatives. According to Regner's thoughts, his revenge should have been to find an opportunity to suck Hans's big guy and then take all the money from him. But to his surprise, the "Yin Man Artifact" that was originally invincible in his hands didn't seem to work very well this time.

Regner reflected on the "course of struggle" in the past few days.

For the first time, he was in charge of delivering food to Hans, so he sprinkled enough weight into Hans's meal to charm two adult strong men. That day, Hans rubbed his stomach casually after he had eaten his fill, and then went to bed and went to sleep.

The second time, Regner found an opportunity to sprinkle enough weight into Hans's teacup to captivate ten people. On this day, Hans reacted, but only had diarrhea, so Regner, who had been secretly concerned for a long time, was so angry that he threw the unfinished tin can into the toilet. Then Hans, who was full of stinking that day, inexplicably found a reason to scold Regner, and then asked him to clean the latrine.

The third time, Regner poured all the sweat medicine into the rum barrel while the crew was not paying attention, but because the crew was forbidden to drink alcohol during the voyage, most of the pack** never worked.

Although this sweat medicine was cobbled together by Regner with various **laxatives**, it has to be said that the effect is still quite strong. Regner once used it to turn over a warrior with a fourth-level fighting spirit, and witnessed that warrior being drowsy all day, running and diarrhea, and ** burning the body back and forth in three states, but when facing Hans, who has eighth-level strength, this powder can only play the role of running diarrhea.

But just as he was distraught and unable to sleep, Regner suddenly noticed that the heads of the sailors guarding the gate were beginning to fall. It turned out that although the sailors obeyed the rules and strictly forbade drinking on the ship, they finally ended their sailing life for more than ten days, and they always had to let the crew relax.

As a result, according to the custom, most of the crew members had a two-hour holiday, but there were still a small number of sailors who had to stick to their posts. So, whether it was to compensate or to warm up the weather, the captain allowed each sailor on duty to drink two sips of strong rum. But this time the rum was sprinkled with Regner's **, although this medicine did not have much effect on the eighth-level Hans, but these fourth- and fifth-level sailors did not have the strong body of Hans, so most of the sailors guarding the cell are now groggy and weak, and it seems that they have been hit by the ** trick.

Ragner quickly realized what was happening, and his heart began to beat violently. When he drugged the barrel at the beginning, it was purely a venting psychology, but he didn't expect it to play a role at this time.

He touched his hair, there were two slender wires here, the medicine bag that Regner had kept close to him when he was imprisoned had not been found, and the wire hidden in his hair was naturally even more unlikely to be confiscated. And these two wires, in Regner's own words, are "eating guys", and in the slums of Melindell, almost all of the door locks have been pried open by his "eating guy".

Regner turned over lightly and looked at his three "roommates", at this time the snoring of the three strong men was earth-shattering, as if they could no longer sleep. It was supposed to be a good opportunity to sneak away, but Regner sighed and got up and walked over to the man.

"Oops. Regner kicked him lightly, but the man only let out a satisfied grunt and continued to snore to the sky. Ragner reluctantly crouched down and patted him on the face, and the strong man finally woke up vaguely.

"Boss, what's the matter? I'll pour the night pot tomorrow. "The strong man is obviously not sober.

"What kind of night pot to pour?" Lowry, I'm telling you, this is a good chance to run, if you don't want to be a slave, hurry up and wake me up and wake up Aemon and Kirrek. With that, Regner pulled the wire out of his hair and began fiddling with the locks.

The prisoner, Lowry, came to his senses as soon as he heard him, looked at Regner, who was picking the lock, and quickly got up to wake up Aemon and Kilrick.

It didn't take long for Emon and Kirrick to figure out the situation from Lowry, and Regner unlocked the door. The four crept over to the sleeping sailor and found the key to unlock the shackles.

"Walk around and try to keep up with me. "Although Ragnar is young, if he really talks about the ability to hide and escape, he can be regarded as the ancestor of the other three.

"Boss, what are they going to do?" Eamon pointed to the other cells, where several of the prisoners had woken up and were staring at the four of them.

"Then let them out together, and if there are many people, you can escape while there are many people. Regner tossed the cell key to Aemon.

All the prisoners were released from their cells and their shackles were unchained. But at that moment, Aemon picked up the long sword beside the sailor and slashed at the sleeping sailor's neck.

Regner threw out a wire and knocked down the prisoner's sword, and the wire mixed with vindictive spirit pierced directly into the wall of the cell.

"What are you going to do?" Regner asked coldly, staring at Eamon.

Emmon grinned: "Naturally, I killed these sailors. ”

"They're now smitten by me, and there's no threat at all, so it's imperative to run away and don't mess with me. Regner said in a boss tone.

Emon snorted coldly: "These sailors will definitely come to hunt us down when they wake up, and it is just easy to kill them now." ”

Regner's eyes narrowed, "I won't allow you to kill." ”

Emmon looked at the young man in front of him with a hint of pity: "I said, I call you a few times, boss, do you really think you have the final say?

"As long as you can fight you can't fight back, it's enough. The weeds around Regner began to fly, clearly fueling the vindictiveness.

"Hey, hey, hey, it can inspire vindictiveness, don't think you're amazing. You've had a hard time dealing with the three of us before, and now that you're so many, do you think I'm still afraid of you? Aemon shook the sword in his hand

Ragnar suddenly realized that the situation was not good, and he found that seven or eight of the prisoners who had been released had already taken up their swords and surrounded him, and there was obvious ill intent in their eyes, among them was Kilrick, and the weakest and most honest Lowry looked at Aemon with some shock.

"Just a child like you, don't learn from the adults. Are you an idiot? How could I have heard from Hans if I had nothing to do with anybody else? You weren't wary of anything when I was helping you find out? Seriously, I've had enough of giving you a massage for this little brat. Aemon stared at Regner, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Are you crazy? murder is a capital crime, and if you are caught, you can't even be a slave!" Regna paled.

"Hahahaha!" Aemon laughed a little maniacally, "Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? How could we be exiled here if we didn't have any lives on our hands? Can you make an exception? And slaves? Do you know how high the mortality rate of coolies at the outposts of the Eastern Continent is? Do you know what happens to slaves who are sold to foreign races? Sold to orcs will be used as dry food, sold to dark elves will be entrailed as sacrificial sacrifices, even if sold to humans, it will be a low life. I don't care about these lives for a long time!"

"But I care, they're my men. The captain's calm voice rang in the ears of all the prisoners.