In Jason's sight, a war horse stood there stiff, no longer breathing of life.

From the signage, it can be distinguished that it is the war horse of the harbor defense force.

What's more, there was a head hanging on the side of the saddle.

The head still had a letter in its mouth.

Little Leader examined it carefully and took the letter out.

However, he didn't give the letter to Jason right away, but closed the eyes of his head before handing it to Jason.

I opened the envelope, and it read—

Gerrard:

Do you want your soldiers alive?

Do you want the widows and remnants of 'Yanbao' to live?

Before sunset, a man comes to Banana Bay.

We are waiting for you there.

……

There is no payment.

Nor are there any words of substantial threat.

But the contents of the letter are more effective than any threat.

Jason swept the letter and handed it to Little Lead.

After reading the contents of the letter, Little Lead's face changed sharply.

But the valet didn't speak directly to persuade Jason.

Because, Jason at the moment is Gerald.

Gerrard is never shy of such a challenge.

He will only go to Banana Bay as the other party asks, and then, kill all these enemies, and return with his own soldiers, the widows and remnants of 'Yanbao'.

but

That's Gerald.

Not Jason!

Even though the two are very similar, the difference in strength is enough for this personal valet to understand what to do.

"Clive, when did you find out?"

Little Leader asked the leader of the 100-man convoy.

The middle-aged commander of the guard is still as strong as an ox, and his hair shaved against his scalp makes him feel even more fierce, but at this moment, Clive answered meticulously.

"A quarter of an hour after we set up camp temporarily!"

"The other party's calculation time is very accurate."

"Both the detective and our whereabouts have been locked up by the other side."

Clive replied as he uttered his guess.

For such speculation, Little Leader is not surprised.

The advance of the large army is difficult to hide from those who have a heart.

But, Scout ......

Suddenly, Little Leader clenched his fists.

He sent out all these scouts.

At that time, he thought that if he dispersed into small shares and left the city at a staggered time, he should be safe and sound.

But now it seems that he is really a little naïve.

More importantly, now he needs to give up these scouts.

Five hundred!

For the entire Hanse seaport, there are not too many of them.

But this does not mean that little Leader can give up easily.

But if you don't give up, exchange Jason for five hundred?

It's just too risky.

If you succeed, it's easy to say.

If you fail......

The whole battle is over!

At that time, not just five hundred people, but the entire Hanse harbor would fall.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"Everyone, I'm ......"

Little Leader gritted his teeth, a flash of determination rose in his heart, and just as the word 'give up' came to his mind, he suddenly saw Jason walk up to the frozen horse and sniff his nose.

Fragrance.

It was very faint fragrance.

I guess it's been drifting all the way.

Jason thought, turned around, and said to Little Lead:

"Bring me a map of Banana Bay."

"Your ......, my lord"

"I, Gerald, never give up a subordinate."

Jason said lightly, interrupting the anxious persuasion of the valet.

The surrounding guards looked at the tall figure, and the respect in their eyes was as firm and fanatical as ever.

Especially Clive, the Commander.

"My lord, I'll show you the way."

Clive said.

"No need."

"Since they said I'll pick up my men alone."

"Then I'll go alone."

"I don't want a mistake to happen to my subordinates."

Jason smiled and shook his head.

Clive looked at such a smile as the guards clenched their fists to their chests and bowed their heads.

"Adult ......"

Little Leader became more and more anxious.

Jason looked at the valet silently.

Eventually, the valet gritted his teeth and nodded.

Because, he knows.

Jason at the moment represents Gerald.

"Please take care."

As he handed Jason the map, his horses, and a bag of food, the valet advised.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded, took the map, looked at it, and then turned over and headed straight for Banana Bay.

Now that I have chosen to do it.

Then there is no need to hesitate.

Banana Bay, a bay between Hanse Harbour and 'Swallowburg'.

Because it is shaped like a banana, it is called Banana Bay.

At this moment, Banana Bay, the sound of the waves.

Cursing came and went.

Rope-bound harbor guards shouted at the man sitting on a rock.

"Traitor!"

"You traitor who has broken the covenant!"

"Master Gerald won't let you go!"

……

The voice did not stop for a long time, but the man sitting on the stone was unmoved.

His gaze looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman in front of her had an embarrassed face, but she still couldn't hide her arrogance.

"Mrs. Anlu, how are you thinking about it?"

"Tell me about the inheritance of 'Yanbao'."

"I could consider letting you, Dreiser, and the others go."

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Do you think I'm going to believe it?"

"You bastard who betrayed your brother!"

"You're going to die!"

The lady named Mrs. Anlu scolded.

Syllable!

The middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped the lady in the face, interrupting the scolding.

This slap made the middle-aged man very restrained.

But even so, Mrs. Anlu still had most of her teeth knocked out.

"No teeth."

"Your appearance will also age quickly."

"And my patience is limited."

"The moment before sunset, that's your deadline."

The middle-aged man said.

"Aging, what's the point?"

"Even if it is death, I will choose calmly."

"And then ......"

"I'm waiting for you in hell."

Mrs. Anlu struggled to sit up and said word by word.

The middle-aged man shook his head in a loud voice.

"Looks like you really have too much faith in that Gerald."

"It's a pity that ......"

"Don't you want to think that I dare to send that letter?"

"Am I going to be unprepared?"

The middle-aged man said, and in the shadows on one side, a long-haired man walked out.

The other party is very strong, and from the front, he has shoulders half wider than ordinary people, especially the arms, which are far beyond ordinary people, hanging on both sides of his body, like two marble pillars.

"Is Gerald back?"

The other party asked.

"Yes."

"Because, he's Gerald."

The middle-aged man laughed.

The long-haired man pursed his lips, seeming disdainful.

Then, he took out a diamond-shaped crystal from his bosom.

Crystals shine brightly in the sun.

The long-haired man, whose eyes were shining with light, cracked the corners of his mouth and revealed a sinister smile.

"There it is!"

"Gerrard isn't a ...... either"

Burst!