Twenty-four hours after the escape, the Ulster Palace.

Fogar stared at the map on the table, his eyebrows tangled together, and he sighed and shook his head.

Just yesterday, there was one of the most serious gladiator defections in the history of the royal city, involving more than 370 people, and the most terrible thing is that these people actually took advantage of the day of the celebration to disguise themselves as corpses and escape from the city under the eyes of the king.

Just when Fugar was still puzzled by how the slaves managed to escape through many levels, the commander of the search team rushed in.

"How's it going? have you found any trace of those people?" asked Fergal, looking at the other man with a look of hope.

The commander took a breath and shook his head in frustration: "The royal city is fifty kilometers to the south, we have searched all over it, and we have found no trace of the fugitives!"

Fergar asked, "What about the border passes and outposts?

The depressed expression on the commander's face made Fugar sigh with a headache: "Among these fugitives are old people and children, according to reason, they can't go fast at all, how can they disappear inexplicably?!"

The commander of the search team glanced into the depths of the palace and lowered his voice: "The king, he still hasn't gotten out of bed?"

Furgar glanced at him and whispered, "The king is ill and recuperating, what are you asking for?"

"I have heard that because of the last gladiatorial fight yesterday, some nobles in the royal city are planning to jointly protest to the king. ”

"Protest?"

"It seems that many relatives and friends of the nobles were locked up in the stands yesterday and almost died at the mouth of the war beasts. The commander leaned closer, and his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it: "I have also heard that a number of people have paid a private visit to Master Fergus, saying that they want to work together to clean up the traitors around the king. ”

Fugar's body trembled, and he was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Got it......"

When the visitors were far away, Fogal slowly put away the map on the table, looked at the empty council hall, and fell into deep thought.

At the same time, at the dock of the ancient city, a chic and brand-new two-masted cargo ship is quietly parked next to the plank road near the sea.

Several merchants dressed as Southern Empire and the dock officials counted the slaves on board the ship, and bargained at the mouth.

From the outside, this is a very common slave ship.

But when you go to the cabin below deck, you can see a completely different scene.

Hundreds of heavily armed gladiators waited in the cabin to be busy with the things at hand, and from time to time they would listen intently to the movements outside the cabin.

In the captain's cabin in the aft cabin, two women sat on either side of the table, talking in low voices.

"You mean, this ship is mine?" Aisha rummaged over and over at the gilded paperwork in her hand, and whispered the name of the new ship, Black Pearl.

Richel, who was dressed in a loose nun's robe, picked up a Ulster specialty, the snake fruit, threw it into her mouth and chewed it slowly, correcting the mistakes in Aisha's words: "The 'Black Pearl' is not yours yet, the Kingdom of Twilight has only signed an agreement with you, you will serve as the captain of this ship, complete the relevant tasks assigned by the kingdom, and in three years, this ship will be owned by you." ”

"In three years, the ship will be mine, how do I know you're not lying to me?"

Rachel gave Aisha a roll of her eyes and pointed to the document in the other party's hand: "The official documents of the Dusk West Kingdom, His Majesty's autograph, such as the fake king's seal, what else are you worried about?"

"What do you want me to do in the past three years?"

"You've probably seen this ship, and while it can be used as an armed ship with just a few modifications, it's designed for trade. So, rest assured, the Twilight Kingdom only needs you to use this ship to complete some transportation tasks. Of course, when the kingdom is not on a mission, you can also use the ship yourself. As long as what we do does not conflict with the interests of the Twilight Kingdom, we will not stop it. ”

Seeing that Aisha lowered her head and stopped talking, Richer got up from her chair, clapped her hands and said, "Okay, since you have no problem, then get ready, you will set sail soon." ”

Rachel turned around and pushed open the door, just as she was about to leave, when a voice behind her stopped her.

"Mr. Derek...... Is he okay?"

Turning slowly, Rachel saw a pretended strong face.

"He's back in Twilight, and the king has a new mission for him. ”

"Yes...... Well, that's good. ”

Rachel paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to Aisha and asked, "I have a question for you, what would you do if you were in front of a relationship that would never come to fruition?"

"No results?"

Aisha's heterochromatic eyes rose into a nameless flame, and her words carried her unique personality and publicity: "Whether my feelings have a result or not, it is not the turn of others to decide!"

Rachel tilted her head and thought for a while, and when she looked at the other party again, a trace of incomprehensible emotion flashed in her eyes: "Aisha, sometimes, I really envy you." ”

"By the way, the ship's appointment as the 'Black Pearl' is also the result of Mr. Derek's request to His Majesty the King. ”

With that, Rachel stepped out of the hatch, leaving Aisha alone in place.

Raising its anchor and hoisting its sails, the Black Pearl broke through the waves and slowly sailed away from the harbor of the Kingdom of Alster.

Todd stood at the bow of the boat, looking back at the land farther and farther behind him, enjoying the feeling of the cold sea breeze blowing across his face, and a breath of comfort flowed through his chest.

As the speed of the ship became faster and faster, the expressions of the people on the boat became more and more relaxed, some shouted loudly at the sea, some hugged each other and wept their faces, and some knelt down to pray silently to the sky.

Rachel walked up the stairs to the bow deck and saw Todd with a view of the sea.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure standing beside Todd - Deirdri.

Walking up to Todd's side, Rachel coughed deliberately, and then said in an accentuated tone, "Lord Boyle, there are some things we have to talk about. ”

Todd turned his head and looked at Rachel with a puzzled expression, who tilted his head towards Deirdri, a move that made the former suddenly realize.

"Oh, good. Todd stepped off the bow of the boat and followed Rachel to a no-man's corner, oblivious to Deirdri's sullen expression.

Seeing that there was no one around, Rachel moved closer to Todd, looking like she was snuggling in the other's arms.

"This boatload of people, are you still going to take them to Froststone Camp?"

Todd nodded, and after a while he looked at Richel, who was almost on his chest, and said with a frown, "Yes, but do we need to get so close?"

Looking at Deirdre's resentful appearance not far away, Rachel smiled and said, "You don't understand now, but you will definitely thank me in the future." ”