As soon as Rust's words fell, Barbarossa's face sank almost invisibly, but for a moment it was back as usual, and he waved his hand and asked one of his attendants to come forward. The squire neatly pulled out a plainly decorated bottle of wine from the ice bucket, but Rust frowned when he saw it.

"3015 Polman, this is an antique, Mr. Barbarossa really good at it!" Rust looked at Barbarossa with a smile, and the flowing light added to the meaning, he smiled like a fox wagging his tail, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

Polman wine, the ancestral handmade red wine of the Polman brothers. From planting, brewing, and preservation, it is all done by the small family of Polmann, and the annual production of red wine is very scarce, and the wine produced is not something that can be obtained with money. Not to mention this kind of Polman wine, which has been preserved for nearly a hundred, you feel 100,000 lucky when you get it, and lock it in the vault early, let alone take it out and drink it.

And Barbarossa, as a star thief leader who rules over the genetically defective, was able to own this wine, and so generously took it out for people to enjoy, which is really impressive.

This illustrates two things.

First, it shows that he attaches great importance to wanderers, and second, it also tells them that although he is a medium-sized and large-scale star thief group, he has a strength that they don't know.

Thinking of this, Rust's smile deepened, and at the same time, he seemed to understand "him" more or less of what he meant.

"Good wine should also be appreciated by those who know how to appreciate it, and this bottle of Polmann wine is naturally fortunate to be appreciated by Mr. Deacon." A smile appeared on Barbarossa's cold face. The strange blue and gold eyes looked directly into Rust's dark eyes, and there seemed to be two forces playing a game where the two eyes met.

The red liquid was poured into a goblet made of white crystal, and the crimson color was like virgin blood. Barbarossa made a gesture of please, and Rust smiled and didn't shirk it, and directly took the wine glass to greet Barbarossa, and the beautiful liquid flowed down the wall of the glass into Rashert's mouth.

After a sip, Rust put down his glass.

"It's really worth the trip...... Sure enough, it's an antique Polman wine. Rust licked his lips in satisfaction.

The corners of his mouth were slightly dark red because of the drinking, which lined his skin very enchantingly, and the pink tongue stretched out slightly, licking the wine stains on his lips slowly, slowly. The action is elegant. His expression was extremely satisfied, just like the expression of the descendants of the legendary undead Strigoi after tasting the sweet blood.

Noble, mysterious, elegant but deadly enough.

And Barbarossa also took a sip of wine, his wheat-colored palm casually wiped the wine stains on his lips, and his blue and gold eyes narrowed slightly with satisfaction. It's just such a lazy and casual movement. But his wild temperament is shown at a glance. Not elegant, though. But it also has the unique charm of dumping others, like a lion guarding one side, looking down on visitors.

Short wine tasting. But Barbarossa had already been given plenty of time to think about what was next.

"I wonder what Mr. Deacon thinks of that ruin?" Barbarossa asked, not answering Rust directly, apparently trying to test the wanderer's attitude towards the ruins.

"Captain wants to ask us what you think, right?" Rust smiled slightly, directly piercing Barbarossa's thoughts.

"Huh. Mr. Deacon, if you are looking at the fire, then I will not hide it. I think Mr. Lai should also know that the entire Freedom Corridor and even the high-level people of the entire interstellar society should know about the ruins of the star field. It is true that there are many interests involved, and an alliance is naturally the most convenient way at the moment. It's just an adult...... It's not that I, Barbarossa, don't have self-confidence, but in the corridor of freedom, there are still many objects of the alliance......"

Barbarossa didn't look very embarrassed in the face of Rust's words. He smiled and shook the wine in his glass, following Rust's words, and unhurriedly expounding his thoughts.

"The captain has turned me down on what he said." Rust shook his head and smiled, "This instruction was given by our captain, and I am only an executor, only responsible for carrying out orders, as for why, Mr. Barbarossa is afraid that he can only ask our captain." ”

It was obvious that there was a prevarication, because the so-called leader of the wanderers was not here. When Barbarossa heard this, her face couldn't help but sink.

"It doesn't seem like we're working on the same level." Barbarossa was not afraid of the atmosphere stiffening, and did not give Rust a chance to dodge, intending to break the casserole and ask to the end.

The atmosphere froze in Barbarossa's questioning.

However, Rust obviously didn't care about Barbarossa's face, and continued with a smile on his face: "However, for the sake of my great admiration for Mr. Captain and the wine, I can only dare to speculate on our captain's thoughts. ”

There is a lot of mystery in this statement, although Rust is speculative on the surface, but as a deacon who has been following the captain, he knows the captain's thoughts somewhat in his heart. However, it is precisely because it is speculation that the truth and falsehood of it can only be weighed by Barbarossa himself, and if the speculation is wrong, he Barbarossa has a loss, and he can't complain about him Rast.

The words are so tactful and there is room for it, it is a fox who escapes from it!

However, since Rust had handed over a step, wouldn't he be too ignorant if he didn't take it?

Barbarossa drank the red wine, half-squinted, hid the anger in his eyes, and said, "Good! Then please tell the deacon! ”

The enemy is strong, he Barbarossa is weak, he can only bow his head. However, he is not at a loss, judging from the attitude of this deacon, although they are quite optimistic about him Barbarossa Star Thieves for some reason, they still have the desire to cooperate, and they are not as arrogant and rude as other top Star Thieves, such an attitude makes Barbarossa more inclined to cooperate with them. After all, it's all about cooperation, so it's better to find someone who has a good face for you to cooperate, isn't it?

"As far as I know, Mr. Barbarossa has a number of talented people under his command, and these people may not be as good as the other Star Thieves in some places, but there are many more places that are too ordinary. My captain and I know this very well, and I think Mr. Barbarossa himself knows it very well, right? Rust said with a smile.

This so-called capable person naturally refers to those who are genetically defective.

"Hahaha! Thanks to Mr. Deacon and the captain. Barbarossa laughed.

"Besides, Mr. Barbarossa alone can lead so many people to occupy a place in the Corridor of Freedom, and I and the captain are very impressed." You must know that the genetically defective are the lowest in the entire interstellar society, even though they may have some talents, but they still have great defects and have not received much education since childhood, which limits their development. And the size of the Barbarossa Star Bandit Group is indeed eye-opening.

"Finally...... As far as I know, Sir has already secretly sent someone to investigate the ruins of the star field. If my information is correct, Sir's man is the only one who can make it back from the ruins smoothly......"

After saying this, Rust smiled with crooked eyes, like a fox who saw the cunning old hen.

"Oh?" Barbarossa narrowed, her strange blue and gold eyes staring sharply at Rust, as if to knock him out of a hole. It's like a lion looking dangerously at the fox that is playing in front of him.

The two clashed, and neither side lost to the other in terms of momentum. (To be continued......)