Marten Tromp sat in despair in a corner of the cabin, his eyes glazed and his mouth in fragmented thoughts, looking like a madman of a deranged mind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Drink some water......," Thor crouched beside the fat merchant, reached out and handed over a fur water bladder, and whispered, "Okay, Mr. Tromp, we now know your name - good start, I thought maybe you could go on and tell me what happened to you?"

But the discouraged merchant paid no heed, and remained still, his mouth popping out one name after another.

Thor smiled wryly and looked back at Morey and Kratos, shrugged his shoulders as if he had some trouble with the person in front of him.

After a search of the merchant ships, the warriors found nothing of value except for some destroyed bottles and cans, as well as miscellaneous items and food, and it was clear that everything was stolen by the pirates.

The lower deck of the ship was reportedly covered in tung oil, and apparently the pirates were hit by Thor before they could ignite the ship, and they chose to evacuate early with extreme care.

Since the pirates had just left, Thor, fearing that it would be dangerous to stay for a long time, took the fat merchant back to his ship and ordered Ingvar to set sail.

Not only was the huge merchant ship too slow on the surface, but there were not enough people to control the two ships at the same time, so he had to reluctantly leave it on the surface.

The disgraced merchant who came to Thor's ship always maintained a loveless appearance from beginning to end, and was almost numb to the reaction of the outside world, and was unwilling to communicate with Thor, no matter how intimidating Thor was, except to say his name: Marten Tromp.

So Thor began to adopt a gentle approach, but it was also ineffective.

"No matter how depressed you are, it won't help you in your current situation, it's better to communicate with us well, maybe we can help you?"

"Can you help me......" Malten's eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his fat chin slightly, and looked at Thor in front of him with a pair of small eyes.

"How can I help ......?"

Thor coughed lightly, looked at the fat man in front of him, and said, "We are merchants from other places, and now we want to go to Worms with our goods—"

He carefully observed the expressions of the people in front of him, and continued: "But we don't know each other there, I mean, if you are familiar with it, maybe we can cooperate? ”

Malten glanced at Kratos, who was standing quietly behind Thor with a large knife in his hand, and Morey, who was caressing his beard with deep eyes, and then looked at Thor who was squatting in front of him, looked back and forth, sighed, and slowly said to Thor:

"If I had been able to help you before, but now, I'm afraid I'm going to go to the sewers of Worms to beg for a living, and what ......can I do with you?"

Malten seemed to have aged several decades at once, and the whole person was lifeless, and he spoke slowly, and his voice was low and admonished Saul:

"I advise you to go somewhere else, sooner or later there will be no bones left in Worms that will be eaten by these wolves—"

Rolling his eyelids, seeing that Thor and the others were unmoved by his words, he closed his eyes again and muttered to himself: "Yes, what do I have to do, you can go if you like...... It's okay with me anyway. ”

With that, he leaned back again, as if he had no intention of speaking again.

After a while, Malten opened one eye, and saw three people still standing motionless in front of him, staring at him calmly, and he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay, okay, that's what you people are...... Don't give up...... You just want to know what's going on, okay, I'll tell you—"

The fat merchant twisted the emerald wrench on his thumb, wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead, straightened up and looked directly at Saul and told him:

"I took a trip to Chateauroux, carrying a large amount of food and water, and that is the big merchant ship, did you see it?"

"Chateauroux is the residence of the Grand Duke of Fontaine, Lord of the Southwestern Lords of the Kingdom of France, Your Excellency. Morey leaned over to Saul as he explained.

"Chateauroux is working on it for a while, and there is a shortage of water and food, so I have made a lot of money. As if remembering the gold coins he had earned, Malten's face twitched a few times, and then he showed a look of frustration.

"Is there a drought there?" Thor, confused, turned back to Morey, but this time Malten offered to explain to him.

"The whole southwest of France is almost covered with desert, and Yongfa Fontaine himself spends his days in Châteaurous, and his people are in dire straits. ”

"And then?" Thor asked, nodding in understanding.

"And then it was robbed, and what else. ”

"There are obviously mercenary corpses on the deck, but why are you the only ones on the whole ship who survived?" Morey asked in place of Thor, which caused Malten to pause, and then his face became even more angry.

"That's because--those damned, goddamn bastards are all in league with pirates!" said the big fat man of three hundred pounds, gritting his teeth.

"This is a premeditated robbery at all, those mercenaries of the Steelmen have already colluded with the pirates, if I hadn't noticed something wrong on the road and hid in advance, I'm afraid I would be the first to be killed. ”

When the fat man said this, Thor and Morey's brows furrowed, they didn't expect that this was not a "safari" but a well-planned and long-planned "hunt".

"Who have you offended?" Thor continued to ask him, but Malten sneered and said:

"Doing business in Worms will inevitably offend a few people, but as long as you don't offend the people of Platinum Amber, there will be no problem. ”

After that, he gritted his back molars, his face turned red again because of the anger provoked by the topic, and he stared at the horn of the ship where no one was around, and said hatefully:

"I've guessed who it is, damn it, it definitely wasn't done by one person, these people wanted to bring me down, just because I didn't choose to side with them-"

"Who?"

After listening to Thor's question, Marten calmed down, and his cheeks, which were flushed a second ago, turned white at this moment, as if he was doing a trick, and Thor felt amazing when he saw it.

"Don't tell me you want to help me deal with them?"

"What if we become partners?"

Marten Tromp tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiling and spitting out three names in a cold tone:

"Glenn Meyer, Jason Spesa, and Dejan Seraphim. Looking at Thor with a hint of mockery, the fat merchant said in a low voice:

"It should be these three people, I really hope you can help me get revenge on them. ”