Chapter Seventy-Two Preparations

(The third more, \("▔□▔)/Ah, lend me all the vitality in your hands!) ）

For the street children living at the bottom of the slums, gentleness and frugality have nothing to do with them, they are uneducated, the real pressure of survival is heavy on their thin shoulders, and the pressure of life that they cannot get rid of makes them have no extra energy to pursue spiritual and moral satisfaction.

When these children are confronted with their own empty bellies, they cannot say no to instincts derived from living beings.

In the grasslands, in the forests, wild beasts do not hesitate to snatch food from weaker animals when faced with hunger, and in cities, many hungry people will make the same choice.

Harden held his head in his hands, and he curled up in a ball to reduce the area of his body exposed.

Tiny fists rained down on Harden's body, but he didn't say a word, focusing only on the rough, greasy bills in his arms that clung to his chest.

Suddenly, Harden noticed a hand groping in his arms and touching the bills, and the hand paused slightly, and then tried to pull the bills out of Harden's arms.

Harden was so shocked that he couldn't protect his head with both hands, and subconsciously grabbed the man's wrist tightly to prevent him from taking the banknotes away.

"Let go!"

A childish roar came, and then a fist landed on Harden's face, and he felt a pain in his nose, and immediately a sour feeling followed, and tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

Several big feet slammed on Harden's wrists one after another, and although Harden didn't want to let go, his hands still twitched and let go in the face of the attack.

When a few dirty teenagers saw that they had got the money, they stopped, and one of them spat on the bruised Harden, and then walked away with his companions, and several pedestrians passing by in shabby clothes and weathered faces turned a blind eye to this.

After a while, Harden struggled to sit up, his nose still bleeding, and the embarrassed child just sat on the side of the road, staring blankly at the pedestrians on the road.

Language is one of the most important weapons of human beings, threatening, intimidating, co-opting, inciting, even many wild beasts are used to roaring to deter the enemy, but Harden is not even good at speaking, the problem of stammering makes him appear introverted and inferior since he was a child, a person like him, in places where the law of the jungle is more prevalent, naturally becomes the weakest animal that is most likely to be bullied.

It wasn't until there was an embarrassing sound of hunger in his stomach that Harden's somewhat dull face showed a hint of pain, and he clutched his stomach and curled up as if he wanted to shrink his stomach as well, in a vain attempt to relieve his hunger.

The older woman was about thirty years old, wearing a cheap dress that exposed most of her towering breasts, and she was followed by a young girl looking left and right, the pink girl had bright eyes and looked curiously at everything around her.

The girl looked around, and then she saw the poor little boy Harden nestled on the side of the road, and she looked back frequently, and when the older woman next to her entered a room on the side of the road, she took advantage of her unpreparedness and quietly ran to Harden.

"Are you alright?" The girl asked cautiously.

Harden felt that the other party's voice was very pleasant, but he felt that the pace of speech was a little slow, and every word was bitten clearly.

"I, I didn't, it's fine." Harden stammered even more because he was nervous.

When the girl heard Harden's words, she screamed in surprise, and then said sympathetically: "It turns out that you are also a little stammering when you speak." ”

She heard Harden cooing like a frog in his belly, so she fumbled through the pocket of her coat and pulled out a wrapped silk handkerchief and opened it to reveal a few cookies wrapped inside.

"A handkerchief can't be given to you." The girl muttered and motioned for Harden to reach out, and she poured the cookies onto Harden's dirty little hand.

"Thank you, thank you." Harden showed a grateful smile, and after taking the biscuit, he was afraid that others would grab it, so he stuffed it into his mouth in a few bites, and his cheeks bulged high, like a squirrel.

The girl was amused by his appearance, and she smiled and said, "I used to stutter a little, but my mother helped me correct it, practice speaking more, and I think you can change it too." ”

"Margaret!" The girl had to say again, and a somewhat impatient call sounded not far away.

Both Harden and the girl named Margaret turned their heads to look in the direction from which the voice came, and saw the older woman who had been with Margaret before, who seemed to be so old that she noticed that the child she was carrying was missing, and ran out of the house into the street.

The older woman glanced around the street and found Margaret, and then saw her trotting all the way to Margaret with the corner of her skirt, and grabbed the girl's ear, and scolded angrily, "Did I tell you not to run around?" ”

Margaret's little face wrinkled, and she begged for mercy pitifully, "I know it's wrong, auntie! ”

The older woman was even more angry, and twisted it harder: "What do you call me?" ”

"I know it's wrong, sister!"

The older woman relented a little, and without looking at Harden, she tugged at Margaret's ear and walked towards the room.

Margaret only had time to wave her hand at Harden, and before she could say a word, she involuntarily left with her "sister".

Harden still watched the two leave with a blank face, he wanted to keep it, but he didn't have the courage.

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A desolate island near the windless zone.

The reason why Ragnar is sure that it is pirates who go to the island is because he knows that no maritime merchant has the brains to smoke to the deserted, and there are all kinds of sea kings roaming near the windless zone to do business, and the navy that often crosses the windless belt has a fixed route and a fixed supply point, and it is impossible to be idle and seem to run around, and this animal is stupid and does not know how to avoid people, and there is no naval supply base on a small island where there are obviously no traces of humans, and Ragnar also believes that his group is not exposed to the navy.

"The other party shouldn't know that there are people on the island, otherwise it would be impossible to shoot." The navigator of the Viking Pirates pondered.

The second mate of the Viking Pirates affirmed: "It should be to go to the island to replenish fresh water and food." ”

"The enemy is in the light, we are ......in the dark," Ragnar critted on the handle of the double-edged axe, pondered for a moment, and then said to his second mate: "Creon, you take a few children who are in good condition to take a look there, the other party will come back first if there are many people, if you are sure, you will arrest them for me, be quiet, I will find out the situation in their pirate group alive." ”

The middle-aged man named Creon nodded calmly, and then walked in the direction where the rest of the crew had gathered, selecting people.

Ragnar knew that his second mate was cautious and smart enough not to act rashly, and he was not worried about his next move, in order to boost morale, he deliberately smiled left and right and said: "I just came to the East China Sea, and just as I needed a 'guide', there were local pirates who didn't have long eyes to send them to death, it seems that the luck of this sea area favors us, and we should have a good life here in the future." ”