"Jeffrey, how is the matter with that old fox of Max?"

"Lord Earl, that old fellow is simply not hard and soft, and no matter how much I promise to pay him, the other party will not sell us those goods. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The tall figure on Fordes's side said helplessly, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his knife-like face.

"Hmph, the old guy's heart is really not small, tell him that if he doesn't agree again, the next time he will go, it will be my army."

"Understood, sir." Feeling the forest killing intent in the other party's tone, Jeffrey's body couldn't help but tremble, and then hurriedly replied.

"By the way, White, hasn't that little sheep been caught yet?" Sen Leng rolled his gaze, and then asked again.

"There was an accident, Lord Earl, the Purple Rose family seems to have a backhand, I have sent Charles's "poisonous wolf" to deal with them, but until now there has been no news coming, it seems that it should be a failure, my lord, do you want to continue to send more people? The rickety figure below spoke cautiously.

"Forget it, now is not the time to deal with them, we have more important things to do, just let the people under us pay attention to their movements, anyway, they can't open that item for a while, so don't be too anxious."

"As for the matter over there in the imperial capital, I'll trouble you, teacher."

"Don't worry." Knowing what the other party meant, Jonathan replied coldly, but the other party's next words made his body stiffen unconsciously.

The last time I had such a chill, it seemed to be decades ago, but what I didn't expect was that the bloody wind in the past was about to break out again so soon?

"If possible, I hope that the teacher can pay a visit to Senior Brother Rodrigo, who has been inaugurated as the chief magician of the royal family."

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Although it strayed into the foggy area, it had little impact on the construction of the entire Drifting Island, and people's lives were still the same, but perhaps the fishing operations on the beach were suspended, and there was a lot of game on the people's table.

And those pirate slaves are still tired day and night, although many are still struggling, and have little hope of escaping from this island, but many more pirate slaves have begun to become numb under the intense work day after day, or rather, they have resigned themselves to their fate.

As for Chopin's previous fears of tortoiseshell monsters coming ashore in large numbers, it didn't happen, but the patrolling musketeers still killed a few tortoiseshells, and their scale armor was unsurprisingly sent to the blacksmiths in Paris to be crafted.

The salty cold breeze from the shore slowly brushed people's faces, but it still couldn't dispel the fog that swirled around Drift Island.

However, on the third day of entering the Misty Zone, something incomprehensible happened, and a strange ship from nowhere began to sail close to the Drifting Island.

"What is this? Ghost ship? Looking at the dark ship on the coast, Chopin also said with a little joking.

The slightly dilapidated hull of the ship seems to be an extremely old construction style, the gray sails have been worn down by time, as if they had been in some fierce battle, and there are many broken places on the hull, as for more details, due to the fog, it is completely impossible to see.

In order to avoid any accidents, one side of the hull of the three ships approaching the ghost ship was fastened to the lazy island with ropes. Looking at the ship getting closer and closer in front of him, an indescribable sense of excitement and excitement also hit Chopin's mind.

And when he and his soldiers really got on this big ship, an indescribable sense of history hit me, vicissitudes and loneliness.

But what neither Chopin nor his soldiers noticed was that the moment their feet stepped on the deck, a low, crisp "click" suddenly sounded, and darkness began to surge like a tide in Chopin's invisible places.

There was nothing on the deck except for the still strong mast.

Just as Chopin was about to enter the cabin to check, the sound of "clang" footsteps suddenly sounded, which undoubtedly seemed a little terrifying on this slightly gloomy big ship.

"Attention everyone, guns on the shoulders, ready to shoot!" With a roar of rage, thirty town militiamen had already pointed their black muzzles in front of them, as if the slightest mistake would swallow out an astonishing fiery snake.

At the same time, dozens of royal guards beside Chopin also drew their long swords in unison and spread out in a circular formation, protecting Chopin in the center.

These royal guard cavalry, trained since childhood, can not only wield hand-to-hand combat with horses and sabers, but are also good at sword confrontation under horses.

And as soon as the "clang" footsteps sounded, the captain of the Royal Guard was already in front of Chopin, his sharp eyes swept around vigilantly.

All the soldiers held their breath, only the sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer, and when the figures beyond ordinary people's cognition appeared on the deck, Chopin's eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly, and the soldiers around him gasped in unison.

They were fearless French warriors, but when this unimaginable scene appeared in front of them, their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly, whether it was those guards cavalry or the town militia in the rear, they couldn't help but clench their swords or flintlock pistols in their hands at this time, it seemed that only in this way could they behave too out of shape.

"Skeletons?" Looking at the swaying figures in front of him, Chopin was also a little stunned, although he had long expected that what was about to come out would be beyond his previous cognition, but looking at these previous lives that only existed in TV or movies, it brought him no small shock.

There was not a trace of flesh and blood on the figures, and their whole bodies were made of bones, and their empty eyes released a light blue glow.

According to Sherleigh, there is not only one race of humans in this world, but also races that only existed in the magic novels of the previous life, such as the elves, dwarves, orcs, giants, dragons, and even fish-people, Naga and other strange races, all rely on their respective islands to divide different sea areas to maintain different domination.

But Chopin had never heard the other party mention the existence of any skeletons, or the existence of the undead, so what was going on with these dead things in front of him?