"What?" Zhang Chao didn't understand the meaning of the system, although Olaf didn't die in the original plot, what does it have to do with transportation?

It seems that the system has felt a trace of guilt since the previous concealment was discovered by Zhang Chao, and since then the system has become quite patient. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, it may also be that the authority has been increased - I saw that the system patiently explained: "Olaf stayed in the belly of the Frost Serpent for a long time, and after waking up, he came to Bilgewater. ”

Zhang Chao almost glared out a pair of eyeballs, shrimp situation, this thing is a means of transportation?

Zhang Chao glanced at the Frost Snake that was still churning in the sea, and gradually wandered out a large splash of water towards the depths of the sea, full of black lines.

"Ahem, I don't have to go into its stomach. Zhang Chao cried with a sad face.

System: "It was needed, but now you can transform into a dragon to keep up." ”

Zhang Chao breathed a sigh of relief, wait, it's not right!

I saw him cautiously ask, "What if I don't have to unlock the bloodline of the little dragon?"

The system should say, "Then you will be slowly digested in the belly of the snake." ”

Zhang Chao was speechless, and quickly stripped himself of his essence, and a moment later, a melodious and high-pitched dragon groan sounded, and the huge wings vibrated into the sky with snowflakes and flew towards the sky.

......

"Malcolm Graves, come out. The tall and fat prison guard opened the prison door, "Congratulations, scumbag, you have regained your freedom, I hope I will never see you again." ”

Malcolm Graves is a rough-looking uncle, yes, he's an uncle.

He stroked the growing beard on his chin: "Hehe, goodbye Nazafi." ”

He was only in his twenties when he came in, but now he ...... Hehehe, Trist, don't you die, I'm looking for you!

He suddenly noticed the sneering smile on Nazafi's face, his face froze, and suddenly a hand reached out like lightning, instantly choking the prison guard's throat.

"What do you know?"

Nazafi's eyes widened, he had never found out that Graves' power was so strong in ten years in prison, he struggled desperately, but he could only feel the terrifying suffocation enveloping his heart little by little.

"I ...... I don't know anything. Nazafi shook his head desperately, but Graves didn't relent—he was a murderer.

"I'll ask you again, what do you know?" Graves' hand loosened slightly.

Nazafi's eyes were dark, and the lack of oxygen had made him almost unconscious.

Crackling his mouth, the pain gradually returned to his body, Nazafi looked at Graves in horror, the desire to survive finally triumphed over reason, and he whispered, "There is a need for strong experimenters in the laboratory......"

"Damn!" Graifus snapped the guard's head, and moments later, a man in a prison guard outfit swaggered out of the prison.

In one corner, the prison guard changed into a somewhat wide police uniform and muttered, "What exactly is that old gunsmith introduced by Doremi living in that corner?"

......

It was an unpleasant experience for Graves to come out of a dilapidated shack with a rugged shotgun, where he had been working for the half-blind old man for a month.

"Good thing I got this. He stroked the not-so-ornate shotgun like his lover, "Your name is destiny." ”

He had already bought a ticket to Bilgewater, which was his hometown, but it was actually a trivial reason, and more importantly, he had heard that a bad gambler was living a rather happy life in the casinos of Bilgewater.

And that rotten gambler is called - Trist!

Thinking of these three words, a smile appeared on Malcolm Graves' face, and then instantly turned hideous.

......

A month later, when he set foot on the land of Bilgewater again, looking at the familiar harbor and town, his face was not full of nostalgia, but full of hatred.

He remembered that he had been born behind the tavern called the Sea Serpent - of course, that was not his memory, but that was told to him by an old scoundrel who had raised him and made money for him.

It's just that the old villain died a long time ago, at the hands of the Iron Hook Gang.

The Pirate Gang was a popular thing in Bilgewater, and even Planck, the Pirate King who ruled the whole of Bilgewater, was actually the godfather of the largest pirate gang.

A pirate with a centipede-like scar on his forehead, or a fisherman handling fresh seafood, forgives Graves for not knowing how to define their profession, because pirates occasionally make cameos as fishermen, and fishermen occasionally make cameos as pirates.

What is occasionally? Occasionally, nine times out of ten, that's probably it.

"Hey buddy, I'm asking you about someone. Graves asked in a very fluent Bilgewater dialect.

The fisherman, who was a pirate, narrowed his eyes, and one of his outstretched index fingers and thumb was rubbing silently, and Graves quickly reacted by placing a handful of copper in his palm.

Actually, he had more, but he would rather disguise himself as a poor ghost than have these pirates slaughtered like sharks who ask for blood when they see money.

The corpses of outsiders in Bilgewater who dare not remember this have filled every stinking gutter and sewer.

"Trist, that guy has been hanging out at the Three Rose Bars lately, you can find him there. The pirate or fisherman happily put a handful of copper into his purse, but if he hadn't been lame and had suffered from the after-effects, he would have been eating and drinking and living a drunken life.

Unfortunately, he had become a bad dog, the lowest pirate, and if he couldn't wait for a small pirate leader to be hired, he would have to go to the sea every day to fish.

Oh my God, it's torture to get a pirate accustomed to robbery to work properly.

......

Graves didn't find Trist, the guy's nose was as sharp as a dog, and God knows where he had gone.

But fortunately, it has been confirmed that Trist was still hanging out in this bar a few days ago, and slept with several beautiful twits with big breasts and big farts.

With an impatient smile on his face, Graves sat in a corner of the bar like a patient hunter waiting for an old friend to come to his door.

But before the old friend arrived, he ushered in a group of strangers.

"Hey man, are you going to do a job worth a thousand gold coins?" The man was not tall, only one meter seven or eight, with a grim smile on his face, and at first glance he was a character accustomed to hiding in the dark.

Graves didn't want to deal with such people, but a thousand gold coins were like a fragrant cake—oh my god, I can't resist such a temptation as a rotten fly!

"It's a pleasure to work with, you can call me Raven. The man named Raven laughed. (To be continued.) )