Brad leaned against the mast, staring at his back in distraction, trying to move, but his legs were so tightly entangled, he almost fell, thanks to Santiago's help.

Passing through the battered deck, Zheng Fei came to the front of the cabin, and saw several sailors holding a grizzled man, raising his head, it was a teenager.

The boy has a pair of big eyes, but it's a pity that his look is dull and lacks the vitality that he should have at this age. If it weren't for the dirty soot, his face would be very delicate, his facial features were handsome, and even in the whole of Venice, he would definitely be the object of many girls' affection.

The young man knelt on the ground, his arms were guarded, he raised his head unyieldingly, and stared viciously at Zheng Fei who walked in front of him.

"Hey, you're their boss?" said the young man's tone, revealing a strong sense of rebellion.

"Hmm. Zheng Fei responded, thinking about his relationship with Brad.

"You're very powerful, but I won't let you go!"

To be honest, Zheng Fei likes such children, and only when they have momentum can they have courage, so when the young man shouted this sentence fiercely, he laughed.

The boy was stunned and blinked inexplicably.

Zheng Fei turned around and shouted, "Santiago, bring Brad here!"

Hearing this call, Brad smiled evilly and said to Santiago: "I can't move with my whole body tied, it seems that you are going to loosen my ties and let you wrap so much"

Before he could finish speaking, a strange exclamation came from his throat, because—without saying a word, Santiago came up and picked him up, and it was a princess!

"Not necessarily. Santiago's smile was worse than his.

The scene of one man holding another man looked rather comical, causing the sailors to be stunned, and then laughed and applauded.

"Haha!"

"Kiss him, kiss him!"

"Lord, we have come to you to witness the blessing of this man and woman who have entered the temple of holy marriage, uh no, man. ”

Even the young man with a fierce face couldn't help but laugh when he saw Brad, who was usually high up on the top, like this, showing his white teeth.

Santiago has always been very thick-skinned, and when he was ridiculed by everyone like this, he still didn't change his face, and steadily hugged Brad over and put him down.

Brad, who was accustomed to solitude, never liked to joke, he took it as a kind of humiliation, and glared at Santiago with a blue face, and said in a hoarse voice: "If I have the chance, I will definitely kill you." ”

"It's a pity that I didn't have a chance. Santiago shrugged and grimaced shamelessly.

After the sailors had enough of coaxing, Zheng Fei asked them to be quiet, looked at Brad's deep pupils, and said, "You just said that blood makes you excited. ”

Brad was in no mood to speak, the scar on his face flushed slightly with annoyance, and acquiesced.

"So, do you regret taking this path?"

"No regrets. "Reply, extremely decisive.

A brief silence followed.

Zheng Fei took a deep breath, his face was solemn, he raised the corner of his mouth and squeezed out a wry smile, and said, "Actually, if you just said that you regret it, I might really be able to let you go." ”

"Then I don't regret it. Brad said indifferently, tilted his head to look at the dark sea, and muttered for a long time before speaking.

"I, Brad, never regret it!"

Shout at the top of one's lungs!

He looked up at the starry sky, the corners of his eyes were bruised, as if he was shouting a declaration before death, the state of madness shocked everyone, and there was silence all around, only his hoarse voice swept away in the blood-soaked sea, blending into the sound of the waves.

This sentence is in his native language, English.

The sailors didn't understand, so they felt even more mysterious, and looked at Brad with more crampedness.

Only Zheng Fei understood, waved his hand and poured two glasses of wine, held them in his hand, and said seriously: "I respect you, let's have a drink." ”

As soon as he could speak, Hans drew his dagger with great discernment, cut the rope that bound Brad, and untied him.

This should be a send-off bar, Hans thought, and so did the sailors.

Brad understood, moved his sore arm a few times, took the wine glass and poured it up his neck in relief, wiped his mouth proudly, and said with a smile: "Thank you." ”

He only said thank you three times in his life, once to his father and once to his riding teacher.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Zheng Fei's eyes showed a little pity, and he immediately pressed back again.

After thinking for a moment, Brad looked at the boy, touched his head, smiled lovingly, and said, "Roland, say it again, what is your dream?"

"I" The young man named Roland looked at the people around him worriedly, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said categorically: "I want to be like you, Mr. Brad!"

"That's what you said to me when you first met me, so what's the reason?"

"Because I want to kill the rich men who are bullying people, they killed my father, so I want to be you!"

Roland's dim eyes instantly bloomed with a strange brilliance, which was a desire for revenge.

Brad's next sentence made him, and everyone around him, fall into deep thought.

"If you want to be me, then don't be me. ”

The tone is flat, but there is an inexplicable penetrating power, which makes this seemingly philosophical truth penetrate people's hearts.

Brad took a few steps forward and came to the side of the ship, and no one stopped him.

He propped his arms on the guardrails of the Italian warships, staring into the distance, on the other side of the Adriatic, across the Mediterranean and the Atlantic, across the ocean in distant England, and perhaps there would be a paradise for him.

"Hey, can you scatter my ashes in the English Channel?" he muttered, in a daze.

"What do you think?" replied Zheng Fei.

"Hehe, I'm asking too much. He smiled wryly at himself.

"Yes. Zheng Fei said lightly, took a sip of the wine glass, and said, "I will go to England sooner or later, and then I can bury you and Roland there." ”

Hearing this, Brad suddenly shuddered, and Roland was stunned.

Brad opened his mouth in astonishment, hung his head, and said in a pleading tone, "He's just a child"

"But he is also your follower, and if I kill you, he will kill me. Zheng Fei pinched the wine glass, looked down at Roland, and asked, "Really?"

Roland sniffed his nose, the look of horror in his eyes fluttered, and he trembled in fear, but he replied unabashedly, "Yes." ”

"Roland!" Brad snapped.

"Mr. Brad, I am willing to follow in your footsteps, even if it leads to Hell. ”

Biting his lip, Brad looked at Zheng Fei, his eyes rolled, he made a lot of determination, and finally said, "Let Roland go, I can give you a gift." (To be continued.) )