"Where did you get your faith?"

Marlon couldn't help but laugh.

"You need our ship, but a ship without sailors is a pile of rotten wood! Do you have sailors? I'm guessing you're just a bunch of landlubbers, and it's not something that ordinary fishermen can do to control those boats, so you'll need me and my men, who are journeymen at sea. ”

Lacroz's eyes lit up.

"You're right, I do need some sailors, but...... Are you a sailor? ”

Malone nodded, then looked at the triumphant Lacroz and asked rhetorically.

"I ...... I ......"

Lacroz was dumbfounded for a moment - of course, he was also an ordinary goblin merchant sailor, and after a series of struggles, he became the leader of this goblin pirate - the experience of sailors has long been forgotten by him.

Rudder? Raising the sails? Lacloz couldn't remember the last time he had sailed a ship himself.

"So...... Even if these men of yours are still of some use to me, you ...... Goblins, you're useless. Kill him, Robin. We don't have much food, we don't feed useless guys. ”

Malone said.

"Yes, Chief Lothar!"

Robin took the order, drew his saber from his waist, and put it on Lacroz's neck, about to cut the throat of the ugly goblin.

"Don't, don't! Don't kill me! I'm still useful! I...... You don't have a lot of food, do you? I can get you food!" And...... I only need to eat a little bit of food, and I'm willing to buy it with money! Don't kill me! ”

Lacloz pleaded loudly, tears and snot running down his ugly green face, and one couldn't help but feel sick.

"Money?"

Malone waved his hand and motioned for Robin to stop what he was doing.

"That's right! Money! Gold ore! We got it from the centaur tribes of the western continent! It only takes a little smelting to forge a yellow gold coin! Those ores are on my ship, and I'm willing to trade them for my life! Of course, if you are generous enough, maybe, there is freedom ......"

Lacloz said with a wink.

"Remember, those goblins have gold mines on their ships...... As for you, goblins, the gold mines are ours now, if you want to buy your life...... You'd better give me something else. ”

Malone said to Lacroz as he asked McLaren, the tax collector at Sentinel Ridge, to write down the gold mine.

"What? But those ores ......"

Lacroz's eyes widened and he looked at Malone in disbelief - he had done business with humans a few times, and had always thought it was a stupid race, but he didn't expect it...... This cunning human being has been deprived of his gold mine in such a grand manner!

"You have three more counts, one, two......"

Malone didn't plan to pay any attention to morality with a goblin pirate, for him, the role of gold mines is simply negligible - there is no life, what is the use of asking for gold?

"Wait! I...... I obey the orders of the giant Razdenk, and I am his subordinate! I...... I know a lot of secrets about venture capital firms, if you need ......"

Lacloz shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that Malone would not hear his words.

"What? What is that? ”

Old Sir Elgardine felt something inexplicable.

"That's the ruler of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, one of the five trade princes...... There is nothing wrong with seeing rumors that there is an affiliation between goblin pirates and goblin guilds. ”

McLaren, the tax collector at Sentinel Ridge, explained in a low voice.

"Shut up and don't say anything...... Robin, lock this guy up alone, don't let him run. As for the other goblins...... Let's lock it up first. ”

Marlon interrupted Lacroz's words, and then instructed Robin1.

"Yes, Chief Lothar."

When Robin received the order, he turned and ordered his soldiers to go; Marlon looked at the long list of goblins and had his own plan in his heart - the five trade princes of the goblins? Maybe I don't have much use for this relationship now, but after the war...... Maybe you can use this Lacloz to get some advantage from the Goblin Chamber of Commerce.

"Sir Lothar, now that the goblin ship is in hand, are we ......?"

Old Sir Elgardine leaned over to Marlon and asked.

"That's right, tell the wounded to get the necessary items ready, and if it goes well, we'll be able to leave tomorrow morning."

Malone nodded—the ship was already in hand, and the rest was much simpler.

"Well, I see, it's just...... I don't know when I'll be able to come back......"

Old Sir Elgardine leaned on his crutches and looked at the land to the south of Mooncreek Town, which he was extremely familiar with, and suddenly sighed with emotion - people are old, and it is inevitable that they will not be able to leave their homeland.

"Don't worry, it won't be long."

Malone whispered - a very bold idea had already crossed his mind.

……

On the Elvin River in the early morning, sparkling; The clear water flows slowly southward, and the water that swells over the original banks due to the arrival of the rainy season more than doubles the width of the river.

Malone was on a medium-sized sea vessel - it was not easy to swim against the current, but fortunately it was time for the monsoon from south to north to sweep across the southern part of the continent, which also made it easier for the goblin captives who were locked in the cabin and paddled hard.

Ma Long's fleet consisted of six medium-sized ships, and they were the first group of survivors of Mooncreek to move north to Nightshade.

The other large ships seized from the goblin pirates could not sail into the mouth of the Elwin River, so Marlon had to let his soldiers scuttle the big ships - of course, before that, the heavy gold and dust on the ships had already been ordered by Marlon to be disembarked.

These gold sands and a lot of gold coins from Mooncreek Town were too heavy to be transported to Nightlight Town; Malone had planned to dump the coins in Moonstream, but after being persuaded by McLaren, the tax collector of Sentinel Ridge, he finally decided to bury them - in other words, he had embezzled the gold that had belonged to the nobles of Stormwind and the Goblin Chamber of Commerce.

McLaren's words touched Malone - "Maybe the gold is of no use now, but what about when the war is over?" ”

As a time-traveler, Malone knew that the war in this world would never end - so he decided to keep the gold - no matter what he wanted to do in the future, it would never be wrong to save some money and plan ahead.

"Malone!"

A crisp voice came from behind Malone, and he looked back to see Tiffany in a light blue dress, standing behind him.