Chen Senran walked on the long street.

The wind in the middle of the night finally got cold, and by the sea, most of the alcohol disappeared at once.

The long street is very empty, most of the shops are closed, and only one shop at the end of the street is still lit.

The dim light was like an old curtain.

It was a small noodle shop, and there was a strong aroma coming out of it, and the steaming water vapor made the whole noodle shop a little unreal.

Chen Senran walked outside the noodle shop, sniffed his nose, and suddenly stopped.

"It's so fragrant, I'm just a little hungry." He muttered to himself and walked inside.

I sat down at a greasy table with a bamboo curtain next to it, steaming on one side, probably a late-night guest.

Chen Senran shouted to the boss: "Have a bowl of seafood noodles." ”

"Good Ratcha." The boss smiled at the blind, cloth-blinded guest.

He was a very authentic Bilgewater, with pirate towels, tattoos, and rough skin that had been exposed to the sea breeze all year round.

Perhaps he was also a brave pirate when he was younger.

The noodles were quickly made, and the authentic Bilgewater seafood noodles, crab, shrimp, shellfish, noodles of uniform thickness, and fresh soup were served.

The best hangover cure.

Chen Senran thanked him and began to eat.

After eating for a while, Chen Senran suddenly said, "I'm going to leave in a few days." ”

"Yes, I heard." Someone replied to him that behind the bamboo curtain was a woman.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Senran took another bite of noodles, and the noodles were really good.

"You don't care what I do, isn't it the result you want anyway? But you, can you come back alive? If you die in Ionia. So......" The woman snorted coldly, but was still a little worried in the end.

“…… Looks like I'll be able to drink your wine when I get back. Chen Senran didn't answer positively, just answered like this.

He ate more and more cheerfully, and even drank the noodle soup after the last day.

"It's delicious." He shouted praise and stood up and put down a few coins.

"Take care." Said the woman inside.

"You too." Chen Senran wiped his mouth and strode out of the late-night noodle shop with a smile.

The night is still long.

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The order came down the next day, and Chen Senran was transferred to be the ambassador of Bilgewater to Ionia for the second time. Accompany the army on the march.

Billgewater visits Ambassador Ionia.

It's a nice title, but it's actually a fictitious title, and Planck doesn't give Chen Senran any power on paper, and Chen Senran has neither the power to control the army nor the power to lead Billgewater's general affairs in Ionia.

Overall, on paper, Chen Senran is a mascot.

But obviously, before, Planck said that he wanted Chen Senran to end this war.

But it's actually quite understandable. At that time, if the war ends successfully and wins, then Chen Senran will naturally not have any credit, at most he will have merit in cheering.

What kind of merit is to cheer?

Even if the people above know that Chen Senran has made great efforts, but the people below don't know the way.

And if he loses, it will be easier, if Planck is ruthless, he will directly say that Chen Senran has exceeded his authority without authorization. As a result, the war was lost, and he was executed directly overseas. If he still misses a little bit of old love, maybe he can still save Chen Senran's life, but Chen Senran's reputation must have fallen to the bottom.

From here, Planck has metamorphosed into a very standard politician, and the smell of the sea in him has become less and less.

For such an obvious pit, Chen Senran didn't say much.

Just jump down with your eyes closed. Or rather, he was originally blind.

As if he couldn't see it, he happily took the errand.

Bilgewater's people with a little vision began to stand in line, and some people who were close to Chen Senran's freedom collar began to visit Chen Senran constantly, demanding that he definitely not go on an envoy.

For these people. Chen Senran didn't see anything, only said that he was sick.

On the day of the departure of the whole army, Chen Senran took Graves and the little fishman out lightly.

As soon as he went out, he was surrounded by a large group of officials of the Freedom Collar who were waiting outside.

"Your Excellency, you must not go."

"My lord, this trip is dangerous."

"My lord, if you don't agree to our request, you will kneel and die here."

Some of the rebels shouted: "Planck thief is ruthless, you must not fall for his evil." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, what does that mean?" Chen Senran listened to them calmly, and did not scold, but said lightly, "Everyone is the pillar of Bilgewater, what kind of system do you gather here?" Don't let someone gossip and treat me Jack as a thief, my Jack is weak, but I can't afford that kind of slander, so let's disperse. ”

"Mistress Jack......"

"Mistress Jack......"

"Mistress Jack......"

Someone still wanted to say something, but Chen Senran had already gotten on the red lightning and sailed in the direction of the dock.

"Jack, why did they say Planck wanted to kill you?" Fitz, the little fishman, looked at the two silent men in front of him with some confusion.

"They think too much." Chen Senran smiled and comforted the little fishman.

"Is Planck really trying to hurt you?" The little fishman suddenly became sensitive, the situation in the past few days has been a little delicate, although it is relatively tendonous, but it is not a fool, such a rumor, no matter how dull it is, it also smells a little bit, "If he really wants to harm you, I will let Xiaolong eat him now." ”

In the last sentence, there was a faint hint of hideousness between the eyebrows and eyes of this little fishman who seemed to be harmless to humans and animals.

The bloody killing intent that had accumulated across the sea was still engraved in its body.

And the little dragon, of course, is the terrible dragon shark.

"You're going to kill, and now isn't the time." Graves finally spoke, and he took out a cigar and lit it with a low chuckle, "Someone will kill you in the future, do you want it?" ”

In the last sentence, he asked Chen Senran, referring to cigars.

"Here's one." Chen Senran nodded and lifted the curtain.

It's sunny outside.

It's a great day to travel.

Light a cigar.

Smoke rises from the dimly lit carriages.

The two men smoked in silence, neither of them speaking.

A small fish-man sneezes and breathes fresh breath at the window.

The carriage clattered and tapped along the stone pavement.

History rolls forward slowly.

This is the spring of the 216th year of the New World calendar, the precursor of the great era.

Everything is still lurking under the water, and no one knows what kind of monstrous it will be once it is opened. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.

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