About an hour later, Simon hurried back to the safe house with dry food to change shifts with Douglas.

While it's not safe to go back and forth to the safe house multiple times a day like this, Douglas has allowed his family to be a little more presumptuous in light of the major events that will take place in the next few days.

Later, the boy returned to the shelter before the middle of the moon, and the small wooden complex, which stood separate from the shack area, was of extremely rough workmanship and was barely inhabitable after several reinforcements.

But such a dilapidated hut is already a place that can be called "home" for the orphans who were starving all day.

Here, they fenced off the fishing grounds with their own strength, withstood the wind and rain, and survived stubbornly and strongly—children who have grown up in hardships since birth, and it is a great luck to be able to survive the treacherous seas.

And this luck is undoubtedly brought by Douglas.

This is clear to all.

"It's the boss!"

"The Boss is back."

In front of the dark foyer, I don't know who screamed first, and then an oil lamp lit up in front of the shack.

Compared to the neatly dressed Douglas, these fishy children were not very clean, but their eyes that glowed with adoration could not be purest.

So, with a rare unrecognizable smile, Douglas responded to them as he walked into the room.

At the same time, in the midst of the children, a boy who was much taller than the rest of his companions also came out of the crowd and greeted Douglas.

Douglas: "Hagrid, is anyone making trouble today?" ”

Hagrid opened his vest and patted his chest: "Don't worry, boss, the people with scarfaces have been flattened by me!" ”

Douglas nodded, and then swept Hagrid up and down with his afterglow amid the laughter of the crowd—no wounds, only a few bruises.

Douglas: "You've been getting better lately... It seems to be bigger, too. ”

"Really? The Boss thinks so too," Hagrid's voice was not yet childish, but his broad arms were no longer inferior to that of an ordinary fisherman, "I said, how does this vest feel like it has shrunk." ”

"Let Jenny help you change it another day." Douglas nodded, lowered his voice slightly, and said, "What about Wright?" ”

"The nerd?" Hagrid pursed his lips, he was born with this kind of personality that can't hide his thoughts, so he has long been dissatisfied with a certain rice worm who eats and lives for nothing all day and "contributes at all". But because of Douglas's orders, he was willing to continue to restrain similar emotions.

Hagrid: "According to the Boss, he's upstairs in the labyrinth, and he doesn't usually go out. ”

Douglas: "Very well, remember, from tonight onwards, no one is allowed to approach the Labyrinth unless I lead the way." ”

"Yes! No problem boss! Hagrid never intended to ask why, but in his opinion, Boss Douglass was so clever that he did everything for a reason.

Because of this, this boy with pirate blood is also one of the few people Douglas trusts most in the shelter. These deterrent jobs, except for Douglas himself, are generally entrusted to him to do.

A few words of greeting, without going into details.

After the children were dispersed to rest, Douglas avoided the eyes and ears of the others and headed for the labyrinth building.

As one of the shack complexes, the Labyrinth Tower is completely unremarkable from the outside... With the craftsmanship of these bear children, Douglas never expected to be able to build a seamless secret room in such a simple living area.

So in the early days of the house, Douglas was clever enough to reserve a second-story space in the middle of all the wooden buildings, but without a first-floor exit.

If you want to get in and out of here, you can only take a detour from one of the six rooms in four or five weeks, and the specific entrance is deliberately covered by a hollowed-out cabinet at the back, which is unknown to outsiders.

In this way, the Labyrinth Building has become a secret stronghold in this shack area!

The first floor was mainly used by Douglas to convey important decisions to several other fishery leaders, while the second floor was overrun by a strange person who had drifted from the sea three years ago.

"Wright?" Douglas knocked on the door, said hello, and then pushed open the partition between the first and second floors.

As soon as you enter the second floor, the first thing that catches your eye is a variety of graph paper with pencil sketches and broken lines.

And in front of the low table in the corner of the room, it was a handsome young man who lit an oil lamp and wrote hard.

Because of the long-term lack of adequate exposure to sunlight, his skin showed a slight pathological paleness.

"Douglas?" Wright turned his head, and there was a little pencil ash on the tip of his nose, "What's the matter?" ”

"I do have something to ask you for." Douglas leaned in and continued: "I need some anti-inflammatories. ”

Wright looked at Douglas suspiciously, and said, "Are you injured?" ”

Douglas: "It's not me, but someone is hurting and is in dire need of anti-inflammatory drugs." ”

Wright frowned, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but he wasn't a doctor, and he wasn't able to get the medicine a few years older than Douglas.

Wright: "But there's nothing I can do... I just know a few things about the climate and ocean currents. ”

Douglas: "It's okay, I've found a way to get the medicine, but I need your help." ”

"This..."Wright smiled bitterly, compared to the group of wild children outside, he is 14 years old this year after a considerable period of higher education, although he also admires and appreciates Douglas for taking care of him all the time, but for his ability... To be exact, combat ability, Wright has always been very self-aware.

Wright: "You're not going to rob it, are you?" I don't seem to be able to help much with that. ”

"I don't want to rob either, but we don't have the money." Douglas interrupted Wright's retort with a wave of his hand, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to waste my precious chartmakers on a robbery." ”

Wright: "What do you mean, then?" ”

Douglas: "Wright, I remember you once studied etiquette with the nobles. ”

"What are you doing with those," a hint of pathos flashed in Wright's eyes, but he quickly controlled himself, "It seems like a lifetime ago." ”

Douglas: "I'm sorry to mention your sadness, but I actually want to ask, if you want to pretend to be a nobleman, can you do it?" ”