In the kitchen, a mouth-warming aroma wafts out, tickling the cravings in people's stomachs.

Wearing an apron and holding his hands behind his back, Anrui stood in front of the saucepan and smelled the aroma wafting from it.

What was stewed in this saucepan was a dream fish, and it was made by An Rui himself, without anyone's help.

Although An Rui is not a chef, he is also a man who has been in the kitchen, and it is definitely trivial to be able to cook home-cooked food and stew a pot of fish soup.

"It's almost time for the fire." An Rui took out his silver pocket watch, looked at the time, and lifted the lid of the pot.

A large cloud of water vapor wrapped in a rich aroma rushed out and filled the entire kitchen.

Several people, including a chef, stood in the doorway, sniffing the wafting aroma and showing greedy expressions one by one, as if they had smelled a fishy cat. These people all rushed here after hearing the news, and they heard that An Rui was here to stew a rare ingredient called Meimeng fish, so they came over to watch out of curiosity, although they were not blessed to eat fish, it was good to smell the fragrance.

A dream fish is worth more than a dozen gold coins, and the aroma of these fish soups is only worth a few copper plates.

An Rui took a spoon, scooped a spoonful of the right amount of fish soup stewed, blew a few breaths on the surface of the soup, and tasted it. In the mouth, the aroma of the fish soup stimulates the taste buds, bringing a burst of taste satisfaction that the entire digestive system seems to laugh in.

Fishing, stewing and eating fish with your own hands is also a great joy in life.

"It tastes good." An Rui smacked his lips beautifully, worthy of a fish worth a dozen gold coins, and sure enough, he did not disappoint his tongue. He scooped out the rotten fish and put it in two large bowls.

Without the fish, all that's left is fish soup.

"I'll leave the rest of the fish soup for a few of you. I invited you. An Rui turned his head to look at the strangers standing at the door and smiled.

The meat of the sweet dream fish has a magical effect that makes people dream, and no one knows whether the fish soup will have this effect.

With such a big pot of fish soup, An Rui and Sha Fei will definitely not be able to drink it, and he doesn't mind using it as a favor.

Giving roses to others has a lingering fragrance in your hands, and sometimes, sharing can also bring happiness to people.

Those people could hardly believe their ears, they never thought that An Rui would be so generous that he would give them fish soup to drink. In their opinion, this pot of fish soup was worth at least a few silver coins, and if they could get a few scraps of meat from it to eat, they would have picked up a big bargain.

An Rui left the kitchen with two bowls of fish soup, and as soon as his people left, the rest of the people immediately started a battle for fish soup.

"Here, try it." Anrui returned to the room and placed the fish soup in front of Shafi.

Shafi picked up the spoon, first scooped a mouthful of the soup, tasted it, and then used the knife and fork together, and officially tasted the fish. When the fish was eaten, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face, and she exclaimed, "It's delicious!" ”

"Let's eat it all." An Rui's smile added a hint of pride, the reason why this pot of fish soup is so delicious is at least half of the credit for his cooking skills.

The two of them swept the wind and wiped out the fish meat and fish soup together, ate it cleanly, and each burped a few times.

After eating the perfect dream fish, it is time to sleep well, after all, you can only have sweet dreams when you sleep.

An Rui returned to his room and lay down on the ** early, waiting for sleepiness to come. In the middle of the night, he finally fell into a deep sleep and fell asleep.

Tonight's dreams are exceptionally clear, as if they were in reality.

What he dreamed of was not rich and rich, what he dreamed of was not sitting on beautiful women, and what he dreamed of was not the king and the marquis, but ...... Command an entire fleet to ride the waves at sea!

This is the dream he wants to make, this is the deepest desire of his heart.

After eating the dream fish, the heart's desire will be turned into a dream, and people will experience the feeling of a dream come true.

Having a powerful fleet and becoming the overlord of the Seven Seas is exactly what Anrui dreamed of. In fact, he is already on the path to realizing his dream.

For him, this is both a dream and a vision for the future, a bit of a half-truth.

It's a good dream, at least for Anrui.

Early the next morning, An Rui found Shafei and chatted with each other about their dreams. He first told about the dream he had, and then asked about the dream that Sophie had had.

"I dreamed that I had regained my memory and went to sea with you on a boat, with me as the first mate and you as the captain." Sophie smiled and told her about last night's dream.

In contrast, Shafi's dream seems simpler, but it is not so easy to achieve. Memories are foggy, elusive, and difficult to recover.

"Memories are so important to you, right?" An Rui asked tentatively.

"Well, it's very important, I don't have any previous memories, I always feel like my head is empty." Shafi nodded.

"But have you ever thought that life is bitter and sweet, there is everything, and there are not only good memories in your memory, but also some unpleasant memories. Losing your memory means that your life has become a blank slate, and you have a fresh beginning, which is not a good thing. An Rui didn't want Shafei to recover his previous memories, he liked the current Shafei very much, and the female pirate from before should go with the wind.

"Maybe." Shafei smiled bitterly, it seemed that she had not changed her degree because of An Rui's words, and was still clinging to those lost memories.

……

On the streets, people come and go.

Berego came to the door of the fair consignment house, looked up, and looked at the plaque above him.

On the door plaque, there is a bronze plated balance relief pattern, and the balance maintains absolute balance. Beneath the scales is the name of the consignment house, which is plated with brass and shimmers with a metallic sheen.

The consignment shop has a large façade, and it is because of this that Berego has brought the Weasel King fur here to sell on consignment.

Weasel King fur has been here for many days, but there has been no news, and I don't know if it was not sold, or if the consignment house forgot to send a letter to Beregot, the consignor.

Berego is here today to inquire about this matter.

He walked into the store and glanced around to see a clerk greeting a few well-dressed customers, and another clerk sitting behind the counter, writing something. He walked to the counter, reached out and clicked on the table a few times, and asked, "I want to know if the things I put here for consignment have been sold." ”

"Very good, sir." The clerk put down the quill in his hand and raised his head, "Please show me your receipt." ”

Berego stepped into his arms, took out a piece of paper full of words, and placed it on the table. This piece of paper is the slip with the names of both parties to the transaction signed in the lower right corner.

The clerk picked up the receipt, glanced up and down a few times, and suddenly said, "It turns out that you are the consignor of that Weasel King fur, which is a rare thing and rarely seen on the market." ”

"Yes, I want to know how this fur is selling." Berego said.

"Well...... It's better for you to talk to our boss, he told you before, if you come over and ask, let you go directly to see him, and he will explain it to you. ”

"Explain?" Berego frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, "What explanation?" ”

"Again, you go talk to our boss." The clerk exited the counter and made a gesture of please to the back door of the consignment shop, "He's upstairs." ”

Berego had no choice but to follow the clerk and go with him to meet the so-called boss.

The two walked through the back door, climbed a ladder, and after a few turns, reached the upper floor. Upstairs, the doors were locked, except for the faint sound of laughter from behind one door. The clerk walked over to the door, stood on his heels, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The chatter and laughter behind the door came to an abrupt end, and then a somewhat arrogant man's voice was heard.

The clerk opened the door, and Berego walked in, scanning the room and seeing that there were two people inside.

One of them was a blessed man, covered in jewels, dressed in a rich red silk dress, with a faint smile on his fat almost round face, and round eyes moving from side to side, giving a sense of shrewdness.

Opposite the fat man, there sat another man, this person was quite heroic between his eyebrows, his expression was extremely cold, and he was tall and strong, giving people a very difficult feeling to provoke. He was dressed plainly, without any jewelry as an embellishment, which was completely different from the bejeweled fat man opposite.

At the side of the grim man sat a sword of good quality, the scabbard of metal that glowed with a pale blue glow. For some reason, there was an occasional strange crackling sound in the scabbard, as if something was hidden inside.

In addition to the two strange men, there was one more thing that Berego noticed. The Weasel King fur he had put here for consignment was also in this room, washed clean, and hung on the wall. On both sides of the fur, there are other valuable items such as paintings, jewelry, and so on.

"This is Mr. Beregor, the consignor of the Weasel King's fur, and he has come to inquire about the fur." The clerk walked up to the fat man, bowed to him, and then turned back to face Beregot, "Sir, this is our boss, Lord Brent. ”

Beregor nodded slightly and looked at Brent, but did not speak, the clerk had already explained his intention before.

Brent still smiled, looked the elven archers up and down, and praised: "The elves are really a beautiful race, no matter how many times you see them, they will still make people sigh, no wonder the price of elven slaves has always been high." ”

Hearing the word slave, Bereg's brow immediately furrowed, and displeasure jumped on his face.

With the progress of the seafaring industry, people followed the sailing ships to some unseen new continents, and came into contact with the native inhabitants of the continent. In the beginning, the contact was mostly friendly, with the voyagers giving gifts to the natives, who were hospitable to the uninvited guests.

Over time, however, this contact gradually changed, from friendly to hostile. Some greedy voyagers took a fancy to the riches of the New World, wielding their swords at the natives and plundering them on ships. Later, the navigators not only plundered the wealth, but also captured the living, and returned the native inhabitants of the New World to be sold as slaves.

After most of the slaves were bought, they were reduced to heavy coolie labor, and a small number of female ** subordinates were reduced to the playthings of the rich or even prostitutes.

Because the elves have far more beauty than other races, and almost everyone is handsome and beautiful, the slaves of the elves have always been a hot and sought-after commodity, and the price is quite high.

For the elves who are born ** beautiful, there is nothing worse than being a slave.

So, Berego hated hearing the word slave.

Seeing that Berego was silent, Brent smiled and cut to the point: "The Weasel King fur you brought was taken by me, like this kind of fur is rare, if it is made into clothes, it will definitely look good." ”

"I don't mind who fancies this fur or who buys it, I just want the nine gold coins that belong to me." Berego said lightly.

"Of course, if you take something to me and sell it, of course I will pay you gold coins." The smile on Brent's fat face grew thicker and more mysterious. He reached out and dug it in his pocket a few times, took out three gold coins from it, and slapped them on the table.

Berego glanced at the three gold coins on the table and began to wait for Brent to take out the remaining six gold coins.

But instead of doing so, he folded his hands around his chest and leaned back in his chair leisurely.

"Take your gold and go." Brent laughed.