"Hmph. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info" Britney Nunu mouthed, and continued to dry her clothes.

Looking at the graceful figure, Zheng Fei smiled lightly, went back to the house to fill the flask with sherry, and then returned to the deck, looking at the crowded and noisy crowd on the dock.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a man, and when he turned his head, he saw Santiago alone in the stern of the boat, his arm bent on the guardrail, bowing his head in contemplation.

His back, lonely.

Zheng Fei rarely saw this guy like this, so he walked over without thinking.

"Hey, drink, my treasured sherry, the last time you asked me for the bottle I didn't give. As he spoke, Zheng Fei threw out the wine jug, drew a perfect curve in the air, and landed in Santiago's hand.

"Slam the door. Santiago rubbed the lid of the flask open with one finger and took a big sip from his neck.

"What are you thinking?"

"Didn't think about anything. ”

"You're not going to lie. Zheng Fei stared quietly into his dodgy eyes and smiled.

Santiago stuck out his tongue and exhaled helplessly: "Well, I'm thinking... Something about Hans. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Fei paused and moved his gaze to the distant horizon.

"Oh. There was a sadness in his eyes.

"When I'm bored, there's no one to talk to me anymore. Santiago seemed to remember the old days, and smiled, albeit with an indelible bitterness.

Silence, for a long time.

Zheng Feishu raised his brows and waved his hand.

"Sometimes memories only make you miserable, so don't think about it, go to the Comptroller's and get some money to go around the city and play with the London aristocratic girl you like. ”

With that, he left Santiago alone and walked away, crossing the deck of Noda and returning to the bow of the ship with a view.

He took a deep breath and touched his waist before remembering that the jug had just been given to Santiago.

With a wry smile, he closed his eyes as he stared at the quietly flowing Thames.

Hans, it's been a long time since I've heard this name, and I'm a little unfamiliar.

Savvy and capable, he occasionally likes to mess with Santiago, is as as most men, and likes to drink German beer and eat roast beef...... Come to think of it, what a lovely guy.

Zheng Fei smiled and shook his head.

At this moment, Mona's scream of surprise rang out in her ears.

"Found it, Captain!"

Without hesitating for a moment, Zheng Fei immediately opened his eyes and ran over.

Mona ran to the deck with the stack of Brad's diaries, with an innocent and proud smile on her pretty face, and winked at Zheng Fei, who was hurrying over.

"Where?" Zheng Fei asked urgently, his eyes full of excitement.

He'd already lost Hans, and he didn't want to lose Brad again.

"In a far, far away place, probably a small island. ”

"Which direction?"

Mona raised her hand and pointed to where she perceived.

West-south... Zheng Fei couldn't help but take a breath, and his face became heavy.

That's the Atlantic Ocean, and there are countless small islands scattered in the Atlantic Ocean, when will you find it?

He pursed his lips and hung his head in embarrassment.

Noticing the change in his demeanor, Mona held the diary to her chest and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you, Captain?"

"Nothing. Zheng Fei pinched his eyebrows: "Can you be more precise in positioning, such as distance and specific direction." ”

Mona shook her head in disbelief: "No, I can only sense the general direction, but when I close my eyes, I can see certain scenes on that island." ”

"What scene?"

"There was a group of people, dressed in strange costumes, with crazy eyes, and their mouths were always repeating the same phrase: Darbeda is the art of sorrow. ”

Dar Beida?Zheng Fei frowned.

Should it be a name, a person, a place, or an organization?

Regarding the name, he only turned over a memory in his mind.

Dalbeda, an ancient city with a long history, located on the Atlantic coast, was the largest port city in the Kingdom of Morocco, renamed Casablanca after being occupied by Portuguese colonists in the second half of the fifteenth century.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fei quickly took out the world map from his arms and spread it out.

The location of Casablanca, just in the direction of Mona's guidance, is south-west.

I'll go away, it's so far away, how did Brad get kidnapped.

"Are you sure?" he was a little skeptical of Mona's judgment.

"Sure. ”

"And how do you perceive it?"

"I don't know, it's an innate ability, like being able to see the future. ”

After thinking for a while, Zheng Fei nodded.

He decided to go for a trip, just to take a little more time, and he didn't want to leave a good friend behind.

"Santiago!" he shouted after deciding.

With the sound of thumping footsteps, Santiago ran up.

"Arrange for the ships to be informed that they will set sail tomorrow morning. ”

"So fast?"

"Yes, so we need to send more people to hurry up and load the last batch of supplies onto the ship, so let's do it quickly. ”

After Santiago left, Mona also returned to her cabin, quietly looking at the sky outside the window, thinking about things.

learned the clues about Brad's whereabouts, but Zheng Fei was not happy, because he always felt that this matter was not good.

According to Mona's description, the men were dressed in strange costumes, with crazy eyes and a mouth that kept saying that Dalbeda was the art of sorrow.

You must know that Morocco is an Arab country, a country that implements religious beliefs, and Morocco at this time is suffering from the invasion of Western colonizers.

Think about it, can a place full of religion and war not be dangerous?

But despite this, Zheng Fei still had to take a look, firstly, he couldn't give up Brad, and secondly, now that he had the support of a giant fleet and a knight legion, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Staring at the world map in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and let out a slow breath, hoping to ease the worry in his heart.

In fact, what he really feared was not war, but religion.

In this day and age, religion and belief have too much influence on people, and if used incorrectly, they can be powerful enough to turn people into madmen and even devils.

The Port of London was extremely busy today, and the porters were making several times more money than usual, and until the night, they were still moving the damn boxes.

"Hey John, listen to me. A porter said to his old buddy.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you want to be a porter for the rest of your life? Do you work hard all day long, look at the face of your employer, and have to endure it rain or shine in order to earn that little money. ”

"Heh, what else do you want to do, uprising?"

"Phew, be quiet, if the soldiers hear me, they can really arrest me... I mean, how about we go with this fleet? They have the best warships and artillery, and they have a huge army of knights, and they will be able to live a good life with them, and they will not be afraid to go anywhere. ”

"Don't count on it, have you forgotten, their leader has long said that they will not recruit sailors. ”