"The harpoon is the bodyguard, the skeleton is the assassination, and the barrel is the knowledgeable guide......"

Beran swallowed the nut and passed a closing-in shell from under the tabletop.

【Scabbard Components】

[From the bay maintenance worker, on the premise of not affecting the power of the blade, it is used to cover the part that represents the identity.] 】

"I've seen a lot of things with the captain, and your silver sword must have the family crest engraved on it, and there may be people from the same family in these big guys.

Don't make friends easily, and don't offend. ”

She smiled lightly, leaned back in her chair and pretended to be mature and steady.

The female maintenance worker was just worried about which family he had snatched the sword from, but she didn't know that there was a wanted criminal in front of her.

Adam nodded in acknowledgement.

He covered it with his coat and pulled out the [Heim Silver Sword], the ancient steel seal was extremely clear, and it was his own name.

If it is seen, I am afraid it will cause a lot of trouble.

It didn't take long for the ladies wearing court skirts and pinching lace folding fans to stop in front of the compartments.

The attraction of Adam's special temperament is obvious to all in Taiganda.

Beran is an accessory, only responsible for opening the way and solving some formalities, explaining interesting facts about the bay by the way, and cracking the trap of gullible scams.

The other party paid off the short-term deposit, and several people walked to the casino together.

Adam already had a guess in his heart that Belan's identity might not be so simple - under the protection of Captain Leslie, he had access to the first mate, and he had a wide network of contacts and no worries about food and clothing.

……

Mocking the bay, the incoming channel.

The sound of bells runs through the entire slaughterhouse, and all idle hooks are sent to the unloading area.

The huge beast trap of eighty pulps leaned slightly, crooked from the side of the cliff into a fixed channel, fluttering black flags, and took the most spacious and noble route.

The exhausted sailors, one after another, fell asleep on the deck.

"Make a fortune, brothers."

Someone shouted on the water.

The butcher of the Leslie gang had rowed over the shallow water buoy line and began to wave from afar.

"Where's the captain?"

The worker asked loudly.

The tired sailor rested on the side of the ship and pointed to the sea behind.

I saw a broken medium-sized ship sailing by under the blue sea and cliffs.

The sails are ragged, the bodies are pitted, and flocks of seagulls hovering above them are a sign of fish or carcasses.

Instead of entering the harbor, it sailed around the bay of the Mocking Skull, until a tidal flat could be seen in the distance, and then it completely reversed course and raised all the broken sails that could be used.

The man at the bow of the boat ripped off his leather gloves and put the round handle inside, and his bloodstained and knife-wounded coat was removed, revealing his well-proportioned figure.

At the door of the house, this thick and windproof outfit is redundant.

The objects adorn the rudder of the ship, and when viewed from the shore, look like mocking dummies.

She smiled with satisfaction.

Lifting the cap, the blonde hair is braided into longitudinal lines, tied up behind the head, the complexion of the sun-tuned skin is very attractive, and the contours of the face and the corners of the mouth show a certain noble temperament.

This is Mocking Skull Bay, the famous Captain Leslie.

"The main ship has entered the harbor, and the sea beast should start slaughtering."

The burly sailor, with thick eyebrows and a square face, withdrew his gaze from afar.

He could have hunted down more valuable strange fish, but the captain insisted on returning to port early, as if he had received some kind of mysterious revelation.

The rest of the coastline is also being rebuilt, and the trip has met many new faces.

The original owner of this broken boat was a young boy who didn't have long eyes, and he had undeserved delusions about the catch, and the two sides had a very brief dispute.

The sailor sighed in his heart, this thing was worth some money.

But looking at the captain's posture, the current speed, and the distance of the tidal flats, it is considered to be completely scrapped.

"It's Urm's territory, am I mistaken?"

Rilys turned.

The sailors on the deck were silent, their weapons pointing downward, without the slightest offense.

"Have you heard the news, someone is throwing dirty water on our heads, and then optimistic that we will be calm.

Hehe.

You are all pure Gulf people, growing up drinking the waves, teaching them what is the bottom line of doing things. ”

There was no reply.

The sailor tightened his grip on the net, which could cushion most of the impact.

……

The sun was already setting in the west, and the golden setting sun could not dilute the stench.

The scumbags of the Earm Gang, who have driven away the poor who have worked hard, are busy packing up the goods and selling them for a high price.

At first, no one paid attention to the surface of the sea.

In the golden sunset, the black dot resembles an inconspicuous speck of light.

The lazy bastard squinted his eyes, put away his whip, and went up to look at it in a daze.

In the end, it was determined that it was a medium-sized wrecked ship that had deviated from the course.

Several strong men around scolded and kicked down this guy who was in a daze looking at the sea view.

But strangely, he didn't resist, he didn't talk back, he just sat down on the ground, and then the cigarette slipped down, and he fled.

Dark shadows touched the tidal flats, and everyone was shocked to see that something was wrong.

They put their defense and vigilance on the shore, never thinking that there would be danger beyond the dead tide coming from the sea.

Panic was connected into patches, screams of panic mixed with the sound of a crossbow turning around.

Medium-sized ships, about forty pulp, plunged into the wreckage and rubble, slamming inexorably into the muddy debris with great inertia.

This gold mining field, which has not yet been cleared, has been completely destroyed, and even two wooden narrow roads have collapsed.

Artillery crossbows and explosives poured out like fireworks, all the pack horses were frightened, and the fortifications were stirred to pieces.

After the commotion, the sailor suddenly appears like a night bat and takes the members of the Wolves by surprise.

"Bitch, you've gone overboard!"

The overseer who was tied up was escorted up, and the swear words never stopped.

"How does Urm usually treat losers?"

Leslie walked over, not with a wave in her eyebrows, but asked in a calm tone.

The man gritted his teeth, but he couldn't hide his panic.

The sailors piled the barrels near the cargo and handed the torches to the captain.

The unfortunate remnants of the Earm Gang were crushed there in rows, watching as the goods they used to make deliveries turned to ashes.

The red heat lit up the streets, and the heat turned cold in my heart.

"Traps, traps."

The boots rested on the stone slab, and the woman with her back to the fire raised the man's chin with a sharp knife.

"The captain is the manager of the bay and makes Urham forget about the garbage tricks of loan sharks. If you have time, teach your subordinates how to speak. ”

A shiver came from the white blade.

Leslie's lips curled slightly, allowing her fingertips to relax completely.

The weapon fell, just halfway between the man's knees.

Bang!

Thankfully, it just pierced into the wooden floor.

"Thank you, thank you, Captain......"

A faint voice floated out, and a cloudy cold sweat fell.

"Well, good, you learned."