On the bottom of the dark, damp, rotten, foul-smelling cabin, a group of vicious sailors armed with weapons of all kinds are encircling the governor of the city-state of Achia, Parosa, in a corner.

Interestingly, they only blocked the only exit and did not try to get any closer.

As for the reason, it is very simple, all the guys who try to get close are without exception put to the ground by some mysterious force, and fall into a wonderful state that does not know whether it is a coma or a deep sleep.

While it was certain that no one had died, no one was willing to risk their own lives.

Just as the eyes of both sides were staring, the King of the Near Sea finally squeezed through the dimly lit narrow passage and squeezed out from the back of the crowd.

When he saw the familiar face of the other party, he was almost speechless in astonishment, and after a few minutes he laughed and exclaimed, "Unbelievable! Venerable Parossa, the supreme ruler of the city-state of Achia, would secretly board my ship." Can any of you tell me that this is a dream?"

"No, you're not dreaming, but I'm dreaming, a very, very terrible nightmare!" replied the Governor through gritted teeth.

Obviously, he still can't believe that the invisible magic he cast could be broken by an idiot who wanted to steal a drink, and it turned out to be the same as he is now.

According to the original plan, he should have quietly arrived at the gathering place of the mixed pirates, and then changed his identity to a certain pirate ship, taking advantage of the opportunity to go out to raid, take the ship and go to another port city loyal to the "king".

In this way, he will be able to join forces with the other party to investigate the strange things that have happened in the city-state of Arkie recently.

In particular, the ubiquitous snooping and surveillance gave Parosa a feeling of extreme insecurity, as if living in a place full of enemies rather than his own lair.

Unfortunately, plans never change as fast as they are, and no matter how pre-calculated, a small accident is enough to make everything go away.

"Ah, it's a nightmare for you, and I sympathize with it. But the thing is, it's not an excuse and a reason for you to sneak aboard the ship. Now, tell me, what should I do with you?" the King of the Rough Sea grinned as fiercely as a shark.

As early as his time in the city-state of Archie, he had heard that the Governor, for unknown reasons, had lost his memory for a whole year, so much so that for a long time he was in disarray, unable to make any important decisions, and even his power was usurped by the sexy and beautiful lady, who became an out-and-out puppet himself.

At the moment, it seems that the real situation may even be worse than the rumors, otherwise how could the dignified governor leave his monstrous power behind and escape alone.

"What do you want?" said Parossa, narrowing her eyes cautiously and tentatively.

You must know that his location is the endless sea, not his own luxurious mansion that has been precisely magically located, and it is impossible to pat his ass and leave with the help of teleportation magic.

If teleported here, there is a more than 50% chance that he will teleport directly to cities, wilderness, forests, or underground caverns, lakes, and the depths of the seabed.

The King of the Sea, who had long dealt with the most vicious people, undoubtedly sensed the Governor's dilemma, and made a meaningful proposal: "I am a simple man, so I usually only speak my heart directly. In fact, I don't care at all who you are or who you are loyal to, I only care if you can do me a good or not. As it happens, there's something that needs to be taken care of here. How's that, are you interested?"

"Is this the price I have to pay?" said Parossa, who did not reply immediately, but tried to confirm something.

"Yes! No one can board my ship without paying a price! Not even you! You may think you have great magical powers, but I can guarantee that if you choose to do it, my men and I will scuttle the ship if we find out that things are not going well. Based on the distance from land under the ship, I swear even if you could fly, you wouldn't be able to fly back. The King of the Offshore undoubtedly knew what was going on in the other's mind, and his tone was full of warning.

As a hero who has been working at sea since he was a child, he knows better than anyone how terrible spellcasters are, but he also understands the weaknesses of spellcasters.

These elite upbringers tend to have a habit of looking above the top, believing that there is nothing in the world worth learning from them except for esoteric magical knowledge.

As a result, almost no casters will deliberately learn to swim, and once in the water, they will not perform as well as children around the age of ten.

When Parosa heard this, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her face changed again and again in less than ten seconds.

After a long while, he forced his anger and nodded: "Yes! I agree to your conditions! Anyway, what do you need me to do for you?"

"It's easy! kill some people for me, I need to make them die a little more miserable. The corners of the mouth of the King of the Near Sea, who had succeeded in his conspiracy, curled slightly, revealing undisguised pride.

Because he hadn't realized that what he was about to do would completely annoy many powerful people he had not been able to reach before, and at the same time attract the attention of the thirteen kings.

"No problem! But I have one condition! When you're done, you'll need to send a ship to take me to the designated port. Parossa took the opportunity to offer a quid pro quo as well.

"Hehe, it's a trivial matter. So, in celebration of our happy cooperation, shouldn't we have a drink?" said the King of the Sea, turning to uncork a bottle of wine with his own hands, and pretending to fill two worn-out wooden glasses with pretended elegance.

"Thank you! I hope this doesn't drag on too long. ”

"Trust me! It's a jolly! At most, you can be free again in about half a month. ”

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With the sound of clinking glasses, the two raised their heads and drank it all.

Governor Parosa, in particular, endured the strange taste of bad wine, holding his breath and barely swallowing his throat like a pill.

He swore that he had never drunk such a bad drink in his life, and even had the urge to vomit.

There was no doubt that the governor was fully aware of the boldness of the King of the Sea, so the two quickly reached a cooperation.

Although this cooperation was decided from the beginning, it will definitely end in a reversal.

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