Chapter Ninety-Three: Actually Coveting My Beauty
I don't know when the fog on the surface of the sea has become so thick that it is as black as ink, like the dark and oppressive atmosphere before the storm is coming, it is obviously just after noon, but it is as dark as night.
Even the rattlesnake pirate ship more than a hundred meters away was hidden, let alone the kobold battleship in the distance.
In the depths of the thick fog, I don't know when a gray-white ship has silently appeared, like a ghost ghost in the dark night.
At the bow of the ship stood a figure nearly 5 meters tall, with a wide white robe covering the body, and a strange white mask covering the entire face.
This kind of scene, this kind of atmosphere, you don't need any special effects to be a proper thriller horror drama.
If an ordinary person comes here, he can be scared to death.
Mawson's voice came through the fog, and it was a little uncertain for a while.
The huge figure standing at the bow of the ship spoke.
"What a terrible monster, compared to you, our genius who claims to be a once-in-500-year genius, is a joke when I think about it now."
The rough sound of sandpaper grinding came, and the tone was full of admiration, but there was no fluctuation in the slightest.
It's like recounting a normal little thing.
"It's a great honor to be praised and noticed by the big names of CP-0. I guess you didn't come here to see the scenery, or to compliment me, did you? ”
Mawson's brain hurt a little at this time.
Sure enough, just as he thought, there were big fish.
It's just that this fish is so big that it can tear off the line, break the rod, and even overturn the boat.
It's like catching a kun.
Mawson's hand gripped the hilt tightly, and although his tone was mocking, his body tensed.
The strength of the person in front of him is far from being comparable to the rookie just now.
"What a powerful and intelligent fellow, and the purpose of my presence here is of course a secret." The voice came through the mask, a little distorted.
In this dim atmosphere, it looks eerie and terrifying.
"However, His Highness has entrusted me to invite you to come over. His Highness is very interested in you, and it is a great opportunity for you. ”
Mawson didn't know what this man was here for, but dealing with himself should be one of the tasks.
Although CP0 is the highest spy agency under the World Government, in fact, in addition to the Five Old Stars, the objects of their service and obedience to orders are the world nobles Draconians.
During this time, he cracked down on the slave industry of the entire Chambord Islands, and on the surface, including newspaper reports, it was of course a great merit for the navy and the world government.
In fact, slave traders were so popular, and many people knew why.
Since the slave business in the Chambord Islands has almost come to a standstill in the past six months, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a source of slaves in the New World, Mawson would have been cleaned up by those idiots-like Draconians long ago.
Of course, it was mainly the protection of Mawson by Sengoku, Karp and the admirals who got the benefits.
Otherwise, Mawson would probably have to leave the profession of the navy.
"It's really an honor for the big man to invite, I wonder how this 'Your Highness' in your mouth could take a fancy to a little rear admiral? I don't know if I'm refusing or ...... Refuse. ”
Mawson's tone was full of yellow ape-style mockery, and he really looked up to himself by sending one of CP0's strongest spy agents to 'invite' him back.
Why don't you go to heaven?
Oh, it looks like those guys call themselves gods.
The place where you live is called the Holy Land, which is almost equivalent to the heavens?
Also, is it because he is handsome and wants to give him more bonuses?
These high-flying moths, not like them, really give them face.
All along, Mo Sen has maintained a respectful attitude towards the Draconians.
He is not like the people of this world, who fear and fear them.
He was simply afraid of trouble, and if he really wanted to kill the two who were discovered, he would probably flee all over the world.
Even if the masked man didn't speak, it could be seen from his cold aura that his irreverent attitude towards Mawson had become unpleasant.
"Major General Mosen, I think it's better for you to go over with me obediently, lest I accidentally hurt your appearance and make His Highness angry."
Mawson's face darkened all at once.
I thought it was because I offended the staff-making thing by beating slaves.
I didn't expect that not only that, but there were also people who coveted their beauty.
The point is, I don't know if this 'Highness' is a man or a woman.
Bah...... Regardless of men and women, they are estimated to be either playthings or slaves in the past.
He knew that this kind of outright racist thinking was inappropriate for everyone but his own race.
In particular, the Draco people claim to be gods, and even their breaths are covered with masks.
"It's really interesting, listening to you, if I don't agree, you will forcibly take me back."
"You can understand it this way, since you have received an order, you must naturally do your best."
"Understand Nima!"
What is this major general himself?
A cargo?
Sure enough, in the eyes of the Tianlong people, no one else can be called a human except themselves, even if they are in the navy, they only think they are their slaves.
If he wasn't the most popular rear admiral in the navy on the surface, it is estimated that they would dare to blatantly find an excuse to tie themselves up.
And not as sneaky as it is now.
hehe
I really stepped on the horse to give you face.
Without waiting for the other party to react, Mawson disappeared from the boat with a step, and the [paper kite] slashed down with the anger rolling in Mawson's heart.
Even if he already has a height of 2.05 meters after half a year, in front of the other party's height of about 5 meters, it is like a kindergarten student facing an adult.
So as soon as he made a move, he was full of strength, and Mawson's slash flashed through the thick mist, and the speed was like a sharp blade cutting through tofu, and the speed was so fast that the slash was sharp, and even the fog on both sides did not move.
The face of the man hidden behind the mask was not very good-looking, and he did not expect that this little major general would not hesitate to do it to himself after knowing his identity and who he represented.
What's more, Mawson's strength was beyond his expectations.
It seems that this major general kid just now has not used all his strength.
At this moment, he even felt jealous in his heart, he was simply a scum at this age.
Without much carelessness, the hand wrapped in the robe was raised flat and covered with a layer of jet-black armor under the blade.
A huge shockwave blew away all the surrounding fog, and then it was filled with dense fog from other places.
The masked man's robe was so wide that it was blown and whirred, and his body didn't move.
Mawson flipped in mid-air and landed on the high of the ship.
The complexion is solemn.
This is undoubtedly a very powerful guy, and Mawson estimates that he should have the strength of a brigadier general.