"Is it, Blake's hotel, the people from the church?"

In the dimly lit wooden house, a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe with gold trim on a red background and white curly wig stood by the window.

He stood straight with his hands behind his back, looking out the window at the pomp and circumstance of the dock.

Outside the window, on the deck of the dock, the porters of the dock are carrying portions of food and fresh water onto the ship.

Of course, the porters didn't know that in addition to water and food, there were also shells and gunpowder.

"Yes." Behind the middle-aged man, a sailor in a coarse linen robe nodded grovelly, "Blake doesn't know about us, he doesn't associate us with the people of the church, but I think the people of the church must have come here to track us down."

"Who are you chasing?" The middle-aged man turned around, his eyes fixed on him.

"We"

Syllable!

The middle-aged man slapped him in the face fiercely, "What are you looking for us for!" ”

The man was stunned by the slap.

"We"

"Remember, we didn't do anything, you know?" The middle-aged man squatted down and put his face in front of him, "We are businessmen from Denmark, buying a batch of freshly brewed wine, oriental silk and high-quality caster sugar at this dock, ready to sell it in other places, understand?" ”

He nodded again and again, not daring to speak again.

"Now get out of here and let the people out there get up to speed. We set out at an hour. The middle-aged man stood up, shook his clothes, and commanded the sailor.

The sailor nodded and crawled out.

"Wait," the middle-aged man stopped him again, "Did you find a few prostitutes last night?" And spent the looted gold coins? ”

The sailor nodded.

"Kill the prostitutes, they are all spies of the church. Remember, whoever goes on is going to kill, you know. The middle-aged man said lightly.

The sailor nodded again and again, and left without daring to look back.

After a while, he saw the sailor leave with several men, and he turned back and pushed the door open.

Outside the door, there is a busy deck, where sailors fasten the knots on the ship, porters carry cargo, and laborers clean the deck.

He took a deep breath and yelled heavily, "Get ready to sail!" ”

"But boss, our supplies haven't been fully brought in, don't we want them? That's a lot of money! And a few of them have just gone out," said one of the sailors, a little embarrassed.

"It's enough to save a little on supplies, Britain isn't too far anyway. As for those people," he smiled coldly, "don't wait for them." They can't come back. ”

The pupils in the sailor's eyes dilated a little, and he bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

There was a commotion on the deck. The huge sails were lowered, and the three long masts were suddenly shrouded in a white curtain. The anchor was stowed, the sails were puffed up by the wind, and the massive three-masted galleon slowly sailed out of the harbor and sailed out of the port.

Ródria woke up suddenly, and he looked at the windowsill with a frown.

There was a pitch-black figure crouching.

It was a figure-out mask covered in a black cloak and wearing a strangely shaped mask on its head. The mask is otherwise thick, but it is exaggerated in the position of the mouth, like a bird's beak.

It was a bird's beak mask, and only a doctor would wear such a mask. Because of the willingness of the Black Death, doctors often came into contact with Black Death patients, and too many doctors were infected themselves, so the church implemented such masks. The beaks on the masks were filled with lavender, spices, charcoal, cotton, and other things to filter the air they breathed.

Generally, there are only two kinds of people in this costume. One is the doctors, and the other is the Heavenly Destiny Martial Gods who become doctors.

"Report to Chief Rodria." If she hadn't spoken, perhaps no one would have thought that someone dressed like this would be a woman. "You're going to have to move ahead. The Vikings got the news in advance that Viscount Cordrol had sailed his pirate ship away. ”

Rhodría quickly got up, gently shook Lilum beside him awake, and then slammed his fist into the wooden wall beside him, a loud sound that woke up all the reserve knights. For a moment, there was a burst of Hihisoso's voice all around.

"How did they get the news?"

"I don't know, we don't have time to investigate. We're making one so sure because the pirates we entertained last night have come back to kill us. If he hadn't known who we were, he would never have behaved like this. It's just strange that they didn't run away as soon as they knew who we were. Do they think they can defeat the Valkyries? Is it because they had such an illusion last night?"

"Don't talk about such topics in front of me."

"Yes, I see." The Valkyrie said unconcernedly, "The point is, did they make this move to inform us that we should hunt him down?" ”

"That is the arrogance of the Britons. The pirate didn't know how to get to know about us, and he wanted to show us off. Maybe he's already thinking he's won," Rodria put on his cloak and brushed Lilum's messy hair in passing, ignoring her attempts to bite, "Do you have a way to catch up with them?" ”

"In the harbor, we have a converted merchant ship. Formerly known as the pilot ship in the Invincible Armada, Destiny hired the Spanish military to reinvent it. The sailors who put on the donors have always been on the crew of that pilot ship, with more than ten years of experience leading ships. Its speed is massive, and it is definitely not surpassedby a three-masted galleon. They will first go to Dover, and you will meet them on the sea route of Dover. Our ship, the bow statue is the crucified Son of God, a brig. ”

"That's good." He opened the door, and the knights were ready to assemble at the door.

"Come with me." Without further words, Rodria turned and jumped out of the window with Lilum in his arms, and the reserve knights followed Rodria out of the window, running to the stable and galloping through the narrow road.

Along the way, Rodria didn't know how many people's stalls he had damaged, but he could only continue to crash with apologies. After five minutes they reached the Haian line of the pier, and when they ran all the way along the pier, they found the ship of the sculpture of the "Son of Suffering", and another five minutes passed.

They rode their horses straight onto the boat.

"Open the boat, block it, open the boat! Head in the direction of Dover! ”

When Rodria got on deck, he roared.

When the sailors on deck saw the sign of the Church of Rhodría, they did not say anything else, but simply turned around and lowered the sails, lifted anchor and set sail.

"Dear Knight, I am the captain of the St. Peter's: Wendell Mather Semoa, and it is an honour for you to be on my ship. "A man in the uniform of a French blue naval officer came to Rodriá.

His thick beard was pale, but there was still a bit of brown in it. This is a very old captain.

"Captain Semoa, I'm Mersalas Duo Rodria. Now the church needs your help. We're chasing a shipload of vicious Vikings, they're headed for Dover, and I want you to catch them up in five hours, can you do it?" ”

"Three hours is enough." Captain Semoa pushed his hat: "A three-masted galleon, there is no ship that St. Peter can't catch!" He turned around and shouted, "Guys, keep it up!" He raised a hand and said, "Whatever you grab, it's all ours!" ”

"It's all mine!" The sailors shouted loudly.

Such a slogan had a strong pirate atmosphere, but it made Rodria and the reserve knights a little stunned.

With the stunned expressions of the knights, the St. Peter set sail.