On the Long Whale, located in a cabin in the middle and lower decks of the ship, Rambo put the suitcase in his hand next to the bed. With a sigh of relief, he lay down on the bed a little tired. After all the way, he wasted no time and got on the ship to Messina.

The cabin of this ship is divided into five classes, and the fourth and fifth class tickets will have to live with other people, and the environment will be very harsh. The third-class ticket he bought finally provided him with a separate room, which was a little cramped, but safe enough.

"It's sailing! It's about to leave the boat! "At this moment, in the hall of the Venice General Aviation Company, the passengers are basically on board. The ship's first mate signaled that the company's shipping manager was about to leave the ship.

"Wait a minute." Suddenly, a low but somewhat fierce voice sounded, and several people came to the ship manager and whispered, "We need to get on that boat." ”

The manager smiled politely and said, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but the ship is about to depart, and there is no space available for you." ”

However, these strange "passengers" had no intention of giving up, and one of the leaders showed a strange mark like a ship manager, and then sneered and said, "We, are 'friends of friends', you should let us get on that boat." ”

In Italy, this symbol and this phrase represent only one meaning, which is some ancient, large underground organization.

As soon as the manager saw the mark, his face turned a little ugly. Hearing the man's words, a hesitant look flashed on his face, and he finally waved his hand and said, "Okay, you guys go up, don't make too much noise." ”

With a smile on his face, the man gave the ship manager a very non-standard gentlemanly salute, and then said with a smile: "Dear sir, the Italians will remember your kindness today, Alivi Greqi (Italian, 'goodbye'). ”

Then, the men ascended to the ship in turn through the long bridge, and the Long Whale wrung its anchor and began to slowly speed out of the harbor.

The ship manager looked at the Long Whale as it gradually moved away, and said worriedly, "God forbid, God forbid." ”

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On the Crymian Peninsula on the shores of the Black Sea, there is a beautiful small town. Italian merchants travelled by boat, bringing an extraordinary prosperity.

A group of Mongols found the prosperity and surrounded it with an army, causing it misery and death.

But by the moment, the Mongol army had retreated, and they had not even entered the city. At this moment, even the bravest soldiers, armed with the strongest armor, did not dare to step into it.

Because of the disease, it is pervasive!

At this moment, the city of Jiafa has become a dead city with no life. The streets of the city littered with decomposing corpses, bulging with pus, and the blood flowing out of them faintly glowed with a black glow.

Blood flowed through the streets and pooled into streams, and the air smelled a suffocating stench, as if a black fog had always lingered over the city. The sun was shining down on the place, turning a pale color, and even the light was dead.

In the harbor of Gallacity, a medium-sized skew-sail multi-masted schooner is preparing to go offshore.

"Let's go, let's get out of this damn place." On deck, a wealthy and fat merchant yelled at the crew as they walked back and forth on the ship.

A middle-aged gentleman dressed in an Italian-style captain's uniform walked up to the wealthy merchant and said, "Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Gappasd, we're out of there." ”

The captain looked at the city of Addition behind him, and there was a sense of relief in his eyes. What is happening in the city of Gapha these days is like hell coming to earth. And this is the moment when they are about to escape from hell.

They don't know what it is? Toxin? Disease? Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the devil's curse. In short, there is something that has completely destroyed the city of Gapha.

"Oh, God forbid, I'm never going to come back here again for the rest of my life. When I return to Italy, I want to sell all my business and take my money to the Mediterranean coast and enjoy my life. The fat merchant Gappas had a look of fear on his face, the experience of these days was so terrible for him that it really frightened him.

The captain bowed and said with a smile: "The White Bird is the fastest schooner on the Black Sea, and if all goes well, in about two weeks you will be able to sit in a Mediterranean tavern and drink a glass of Bordeaux wine." ”

The smile on Gapas's face was a little far-fetched, but he still said, "yes, I hope everything goes well." ”

With that, Gappas walked towards the cabin, feeling that he was really emaciated and needed a good rest.

The captain watched Gappas leave, then turned to look at the city of Gaffa as it faded away, and muttered, "God willing, may all go well." ”

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Rambo was aboard a schooner, a large schooner with three masts and fifteen square sails, which was extremely fast at sea. In a day and one night at most, Rambo would be able to reach Messina, saving at least two days compared to the overland journey.

After lying on the boat for a while, it was dinner time. Rambo got up and walked out of the cabin, locked the hatch, and headed for the dining room.

The ship was not a cruise ship, and the food was relatively simple to prepare, but it was enough for these poor people. The gentlemen in the first and second class eat the delicacies specially cooked in the kitchen and delivered to the room in person.

Rambo is not picky about things, and the food here is at least better than military rations. In the dining room, several people gathered around a table, looking in the direction of Rambo from time to time, while whispering.

Among these people, the triangular eye is also among them, and the people around him have a faint meaning of taking him as the leader.

"Boss, is the goal this time mistaken, how can any fat sheep go to the restaurant to eat, that guy is a poor ghost no matter how you look at it." A strong man with a broad head and a fat head like a fish said to the triangular eyes.

Triangle Eyes slowly ate the food on the plate, acting as if imitating a down-and-out nobleman. He didn't answer the fathead fish's question, but a small man with a monkey head and monkey brain next to him slapped the fat head on the big head, and said in a sharp voice: "Silly you, didn't you say that as long as you determine the goal, you won't ask anything else?" Whether that guy is a fat sheep or not is decided by the boss, you know a fart. ”

The fathead fish was not annoyed when he was slapped in the face, but he smiled, scratched his head and said, "Aren't I afraid of working in vain?" Well, listen to the head, I'll listen to the head. ”