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Tired.

In the past few months since he returned to the European continent, he has spent the whole winter, and he has also spent the most brain-wrenching period of his life, thinking about what to do next, how to break out of the encirclement and how to achieve his goal, almost every day, as if he can't be idle for a moment.

Well, isn't the most important thing about sailing adventures about freedom? I really don't want to live this kind of intriguing life.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think: So, how can you be free at all times without intrigue?

There is only one answer - strength.

With strong military and resource strength, you can hold your head high wherever you go, do whatever you want, and never need to look at people's faces and steal your life.

This trip back to the Americas will require a large number of manpower to exploit the inexhaustible natural resources and establish a territory of energy and wealth creation in the vast New World.

He took a deep breath and put his arms on the railing to look out.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

A voice came, and when he looked around, Brad was coming with a vigorous stride, the sadness for Senna on his face faded and replaced by a smile.

"Isn't it like I'm thinking about things most of the time? Zheng Fei smiled, habitually touching the wine jug to clink glasses with him, only to remember that he had just given it to William to drink, and he was stupid.

"yes, I admire someone like you who is a good thinker. Brad stopped, joined him in the sunset, and remained silent.

The workers at the dock were about to get off work, so they looked a little lazy and lazy, and their pace was much slower, and they were thinking in their hearts that they would get the money to buy some delicious food and improve it for the whole family.

It stands to reason that the big war is coming, people should stop working, prepare to defend when they should be ready to defend, flee for their lives, and have the heart to move boxes here.

This is precisely what makes Constanta different.

The unique geographical location makes Constanta the only major port in Romania and the only maritime trade route in almost the whole of Romania.

In wartime Romania, both soldiers and civilians needed a lot of food and daily necessities, not to mention military supplies such as artillery, which was hard to find.

However, this format also attracted many discerning merchants, some of whom tried to transport arms to Constanta through various channels at great risk, and could make several times the profit on a single trip, while others went to various countries around the Black Sea to collect grain, cotton cloth, etc., and sell them to Constanta.

So, even though Constanta was not a large port in the Middle Ages, it was as prosperous as Lisbon, with countless ships coming and going every day. Since the population and labor are not large, in order to meet the supply of the front line, even if the war is imminent, they can only work non-stop every day to complete the huge throughput of the port.

Otherwise, the army would have recruited laborers to build forts as coolies.

To tell the truth, the people of Constanta have a strong sense of national honor, and the men in the prime of life who have nothing to do have basically joined the army, and the men you see on the streets now are all merchants and their sailors who come to do business, and they are idle and play with women in taverns all day long.

On the dock, people were busy with the work at hand, and they were tired and sweating. Zheng Fei thought for a moment and beckoned to the Spartan warrior who knew Latin not far away.

"Inform your companions to help unload and build the fort immediately!"

Puzzled, the warriors quickly ran to the open field on the shore, where four thousand Spartan warriors were training with each other.

The laborers were two people carrying a box, and the Spartan warriors were carrying two by one!

The addition of the Spartan army instantly injected a stimulant into the entire dock, and the gradually lazy laborers, infected by their infinite enthusiasm, unconsciously moved much faster, and the power of encouragement was enormous.

In just a few minutes, the entire pier was covered in a shout of people cheering themselves up. The laborers, who had long wanted to go home, decided to work overtime tonight and try to unload all the goods at the wharf.

The rays of the setting sun fell on people's faces, illuminating their beads of sweat, making their fighting spirit and joy more obvious.

The pier of Nuoda, the sunset is reflecting, the sea breeze is blowing, and the slogan is shouting...... The silence, fear, or sadness that Senna had caused not so long ago quietly dissipated.

"They're not bad people. ”

In front of the cabin, the corners of the garrison's mouth rose and he said to the leader of the Heroic Knight Legion who was still resting on the bed.

"yes. Through the window, the knight leader looked at the enthusiastic Constanta and the group of unidentified Spartan warriors, clenched his fists tightly, and the conviction in his heart became more and more firm.

In this defensive battle, Constanta must win!

Looking at the thriving scene under his feet, Zheng Fei stretched out with relief and said to Brad: "Look, what a positive scene." ”

"What do you mean by positive energy?" Brad's flask hovered over his lips, presumably thinking about something, slightly distracted.

"Well, it's encouraging. Zheng Fei felt that this explanation was very appropriate.

Brad raised an eyebrow and smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

After a while, he cast a consultative glance at Zheng Fei.

"Hey, are you going to England?"

"Of course, it's a great place, with my favourite whiskey, and some of the most elaborate aristocratic lifestyles in the world...... What do you want to do with this?"

Brad smiled bitterly: "I don't have any home, I want to bury Senna's ashes in his hometown, Southampton." ”

At the mention of Senna's name, Brad's expression darkened.

Zheng Fei patted him on the shoulder: "We will be able to pass by there soon." ”

Brad nodded in gratitude, staring at the red and orange sunset on the horizon, and poured half of the remaining jug of wine up his neck.

The silence lasted for about half a minute, until a warm, salty sea breeze blew.

Brad's pensive lips moved, and he sighed

"You know more than I do, I want to ask you something. ”

"Tell me, I don't know much, but I'm happy to answer. ”

"Senna and I, who is wrong?" said Brad, looking down at the water.

For this question, Zheng Fei already had the answer in his heart.

No one is wrong, what is wrong is that fate arranged for two people who should not have met to meet, in fact, all the causes and effects in the world are like this, a coincidence creates a bad person, and a bad person creates a group of bad people.

There is no such thing as absolute bad, and there is no absolute good.

No one is born cruel and vicious, but they have experienced extraordinary suffering, and the only one who can save them is themselves. (To be continued.) )