Talivic's gray pupils glowing like snow wolves were full of ferocity, and he raised his hand and slapped Ralph twice in the face: "You son of a bitch, shut up." Mention the word curse again, and I will pull out your tongue and nail it to the mast. A mute might be a good mate. ”

His hands were heavy, and his hands were a little sore. But his murderous reputation is known to everyone in the Vortex Sea, and even his subordinates are feared like tigers, leopards and jackals.

"The storm is over, and the merchant ships will appear!

On the mast, an owl-sized cockatoo with white feathers and a crown of chrysanthemum-like yellow feathers on its head emits a sharp and hard human voice: "Long live Talivik, long live Talivik." ”

Ralph glanced at the parrot in annoyance, and muttered, "Get out of the way, Mons." ”

"Ralph, give a message to the shepherds, lame Tom, Cowlock. We will be close to the coastline at dawn and the autumn harvest is about to begin. We have to take risks and plunder enough food, as well as cattle and sheep. In winter, they can be slaughtered for the winter. The behemoth came with half of the food and fresh water and neat sailors, whose sails were broken and could not keep up with us. ”

"Yes. Ralph nodded, "The Behemoth is waiting here?"

"No, they immediately returned to the Splitstone Island camp. Talivik faced the salty sea breeze, his unkempt brown hair clumped together, and the wind could not move: "We have wasted too much time, and we can only give it a go." Otherwise, no one will be able to survive the winter on Cracked Rock Island!"

"Yes, Captain. Sail to Marcel?"

"Where else can you go? Marcel not only has food, but also beautiful women. Talivik let out a hoarse smirk: "In the cold winter, a living woman is warmer than a quilt. ”

"Maybe you'll meet a chubby businessman. ”

"Ralph, make sure my orders are carried out. ”

"Yes!"

Talivik's gaze swept over the sea, and honestly, he didn't like the sea, and the damn clear sky. He preferred the storm, chasing the crumbling merchant ships in the stormy and rough waves, watching the panicked sailors howl in disarray.

The sky lit up with the white of the fish's belly, shining on the rippling sea, and the silver light shimmered like a dream. The Mad Kobo puffed up its sails and rode the waves.

The cockatoo on the mast fluttered its wings and landed on the side of the ship beside Talivik, tilting its head and repeating mechanically: "Long live Talivik, long live Talivik." ”

Talivic pulled the bacon out of his bosom, tore off a bit, and put it in the cockatoel's mouth. This yellow-crowned cockatoo was snatched from a merchant, and it is said to be a precious gift for Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Kingdom of Tia.

Now, though, the parrot called Mons is Talivik's most trusted creature on the pirate ship, aside from the rats in the cabin.

"Long live the Talivik, long live the Talivik. ”

After enjoying the shredded meat, the clever tongue Mons took a small step of ecstasy, rubbed in front of Talivik, and began to pat himself again, begging for new shredded meat.

"Greedy guy. ”

......

"Sure enough, it got wet, wow, what a shame. Alice, who got up early, held the quilt with a saliva map on it, and her face was hot. Yesterday in the dream was so unproductive, she and Linda divided the gummies equally, and the more they ended up, the more reluctant they were to eat it, and they didn't know how much saliva they had to enjoy for a long time to create such a masterpiece.

"No, I'm going to see Linda!"

When Alice broke into Linda's room, Linda was holding a brush, packing up the woolen blanket in a panic, and when she saw Alice coming in, her expression instantly stiffened.

"Haha......" Alice closed the door and jumped on her bed in three or two clicks: "Linda, is it saliva? ”

"Wang~~Wang~~" Kara seemed a little dissatisfied with Alice's intimacy with her master.

Linda hugged the woolen blanket tightly, her face was hot, she was an eighteen-year-old girl, even if she was very intoxicated with eating like Alice in her dreams, but when she saw the wet saliva in the morning, she suddenly felt very ashamed.

"It's okay. Alice felt balanced in her heart: "Whoever makes that candy so delicious, I bet, even if the princess of the kingdom arrives, she will definitely drool without interest." Haha, alright, it's almost cleaned up. There are very important things to do today!"

"What? Are you going to pick fruits and vegetables in the Hurek Forest?"

"I'm not busy with this one yet. Captain Mason's crew hasn't been delivered yet. Alice jumped up from the bed and waved her hand excitedly: "Today, our autumn harvest is about to begin! Let's go and witness the power of the scythe, this is our common masterpiece." ”

When they came to the wide wheat field, the eastern sky was shining with a brilliant morning glow, and a red sun was rising. Birds in the distance hovered with their wings, and grasshoppers in the fields chirped.

Karrick himself held a sharpened curved scythe, and twenty-four carefully selected strong serfs lined up behind him. All of them had been trained by Karrick and had a rough grasp of how to use the scythe.

The golden barley field stretched out in front of Karrick was the most fertile in Blackstone Castle, which prides itself on its high harvest. In addition, the Eivor farm, which manages this generation, has the most strong labor of the three farms, so the barley grows exceptionally strong.

Golden waves of wheat roamed the plains like an ocean, and heavy ears of wheat rustled in the breeze. The harvest season is filled with the joy of harvest.

Alice's hands pinched the ears of wheat hanging from her head, felt the fullness of the grains, and looked at the harvesting tools she made herself under the guidance of the gods - her heart was full of confidence!

"Alice, I'd like to try this scythe too!" As a skilled farmer, Linda is looking forward to using the gods' creations herself.

Alice also rubbed her hands together, eager to try: "Let's do it together!Uncle Carrick, please free up two scythes, Linda and I will also harvest!"

"Okay!" Karrick ordered the two farmers to give up the scythe in their hands to Alice and Linda, but he did not forget to tell him, "Alice, the handle of the scythe is too long, and the blade is very sharp. You must be careful not to cut yourself. Well, Linda, don't worry. ”

Ready together, more than twenty people divided their positions, and under Alice's order, the harvest began in full swing.

The huge scythe, glittering with cold light, rose and fell, and patches of barley pushed the golden mountain down like jade pillars, and the speed of propulsion was more than twice as fast as that of the short-handled scythe. And thanks to the ergonomics of the curved sickle, the farmer's physical strength is greatly saved.

"It's amazing. ”

"yes, who made this scythe? That's great. ”

"Oh my God, it's a lot easier than a scythe. ”

"Look, haha, I'll cut faster than you!"

"This year must be a good year!"

The farmers talked and praised as they worked. This revolutionary invention brought them novelty and shock.

And at this time, Alice's 12-point physique was fully displayed, although she was not tall and it was a little difficult to wield, but her physical strength seemed to be endless. Looking at the patches of barley falling behind him, an inexplicable sense of pride rose in his heart.

Knowledge......

What a beautiful word.