Although he didn't know Duchen's identity and his relationship with Leslie, there was absolutely no doubt that he could easily extinguish his mouth at this distance.

"Damn, what do you say, or do you want us to do for you?"

Aang was scared.

There are things that are hidden, and there is a reason for them.

But the "smart ghost" who pointed this out fed the countless toothfish in the bay.

The bell sounded, and the sailors hung up the soap flags.

As soon as Adam lifted his foot, he turned his head with the hilt of his sword in his hand, put away all his frivolity, and looked deeply at Anger with the pressure of Lord Dande Leon.

There were no words, no expressions, but the other party was terrified.

Relying on the support of Paul and Zaniou, he barely walked forward, and the footsteps were more panicked than the betrayer walking on the deck, as if there was a sea in front of him.

However, the boatswain stopped them again.

He was about the same height as Adam, with an astonishing arm circumference, an old rusty, dry canoe anchor, a smooth, dull complexion, and muscles carved by a knife and axe.

"The captain wants to see you, only, yes, you."

【Rileys' Boatswain】

[Attitude: hostile]

Adam searched his memory, and in addition to the bald first mate, he had also seen several core members of Rilis, but he had no image of the guy in front of him.

It stands to reason that this inexplicable malice, if it comes from a stranger, is mostly out of jealousy.

Even this thankless way of warning, with its innocent and childish tone, is like a doll that has fallen out of favor crying unreasonably.

"Try it, hit me with it."

Adam spoke calmly and deliberately let go of his sword-wielding hand.

Now that the dock has been cleared, dozens of slaughterhouse team members are standing next to the stalls that have not had time to take them away.

All the patrols near the slaughterhouse were watching the rumored "Duchen".

"They're watching, come on, raise your hands, don't align them with the top of your head, you can slash diagonally towards the root of your ears, there won't be too much blood, but you have to wash off those wonderful-feeling paste......"

Adam stared ahead, muttering in tambles, his riding boots resting precisely on the stone slab at a fixed distance.

The boatswain's cheeks twitched, defiance and neglect already fanning his rage, and the veins around his arms bulged out, even spreading to the base of his ears, bringing out an undulating patch of crimson skin.

The iron anchor was held high in the air, and the rust spots could not reflect the sunlight, like a guillotine.

And when Adam had finished saying that, he stopped below it, and when his eyes met, the distance between the two could be measured by an elbow.

"Come on."

He spat out short sentences.

The boatswain's almost exploding veins, the sound of grinding his teeth like a rope, was so clear that even his sideburns stood up—he was going mad and about to lose his mind.

"Captain, waiting for him. I mean, wait, you understand? ”

Additional voices rang out from behind.

The bald first mate wore a knife on his waist and wore a black wind-resistant jacket, and under the arch of the two teams of indifferent-looking strong men, he was like a dark cloud rolling up on the sea, pressing on everyone's hearts.

Insects and animals tend to flee before heavy rains.

Therefore, the group of onlookers and the other gang members who were in charge of patrolling dispersed almost instantly.

The three Anger brothers, particularly conspicuously, remained in the clearing, helpless.

Bang!

The iron anchor was embedded in the floor, and the dock was subjected to a nameless fire, and the tremor spread far and wide along the soles of the feet.

Adam dialed back the hilt of his sword.

The sea breeze blew the corners and neckline of his clothes, and he looked at the half-exposed jet-black iron object, and gently raised his foot to step over it, stepping on the crack......

That's it, gone.

"Seriously, he can go to see the captain like this, and the first mate will come out to greet him! Captain Leslie's dignity that he had managed to kill was lost in this way! ”

The corners of the boatswain's eyes were still twitching, and he took a deep breath, but the words that pierced his eardrums did not fall.

"Shame? Buck, I didn't have to show up. ”

The scar on the top of the first mate's head is still terrifying, and with this dark and exaggerated costume, it is very oppressive.

"Oh, okay. I shut up, after all, I can't offend the acting captain! ”

After Buck said this, his neckline was grabbed, and because of the excessive force, he even directly tore through the fine linen material on top, revealing his muscular chest.

"You're playing with her, but without her, you're still a trafficked dog!"

"Don't forget, you too!"

Although there is a gap between the positions of the two people, the rules on the ship are easy to break on land.

The first mate finally put away his fist, but before leaving, he finally warned Buck.

"Don't question my loyalty, that's the bottom line, no matter when I allow the Leslie gang, anyone dares to question the captain and offend her majesty."

……

The cobblestone pavement extends far away.

The first thing I saw was the tall and square slaughterhouse that stood side by side on the shore, the wood and stone bricks darkened in the bloody wash and the stench.

Then there is the water that grows in color.

The barrel contains tiny rotten sea beast structures that float in the waterway like fish labels.

Half of the wharf cables are gathered here, and they are bundled into dots, which are connected to the beams and pillars at the top of the slaughterhouse, weaving a net spread out by pulleys.

Fish carcasses are constantly hung up and delivered, ranging in size from bed boards to grass huts.

At the back of the slaughterhouse, the part that connects to the land, craftsmen are measuring the distance of the fish bones, dividing them into different areas through auctions or orders, and cutting and transporting them.

Adam wandered along the way, with occasional workers stopping to look curiously.

As he goes deeper and deeper, there will be more and more such eyes, but there are fewer and fewer people who dare to look up or talk about it.

Eventually, turning the cliff-like gate, a black galleon was moored in front of me.

The bow of the ship was inlaid with wrought iron statues, and was decorated with carvings of the finest stone, and when the sails were folded, the stack of cloth was as thick as a wine table.

"Oh my God, I felt like I had walked into a cave and met a sleeping dragon."

Adam muttered a few words, regaining his awe.

The noise and the map showed that the real place to go was the other side of the eighty-slurry beast trap.

He walked along the stone paved auxiliary road, and at last at the other corner, he saw the unloading area in the distance, and the eye-scratching woman in the middle of the field.

There was a sling operated by a waterwheel, the rope was as thick as an arm, and the crochet needle was like a fountain, snapping into the corpse of the monster and slowly dragging it outward.

The fish's skin resembled that of a spotted rat, house-like size, with protruding fangs and hair-like tentacles.

At least nearly 100 people fought it in this spacious place, exhausting all kinds of tools and squeezing the last bit of strength out of the bones before they could completely clean it up.

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