Liu was on the deck, and Anna had already made breakfast.

He took his share, walked over to Raphael and them, found a barrel and sat down to eat.

One of Raphael's great strengths is that he doesn't have much aristocratic habits, and he eats with several main members and eats exactly the same things.

This made the sailors feel very comfortable and added a lot of points to his image as a captain.

After breakfast, Jack talked about the Dead Sea.

It turns out that Jack once got a strange logbook that tells the story of a captain named Nemo who sailed around the Nautilus.

A few pages say that Nemo was about to explore an unknown continent, but as he sailed to a sea area, a sudden wind blew and thunder and lightning fell from the sky and struck the hull.

Although the Nautilus was not afraid of these blows, there was no way to continue sailing in such extreme weather, so Captain Nemo had to give up and withdraw from the sea.

The journal mentions that he heard from a Carthaginian descendant about a treasure called the "Blessing of Nereus", which could give ships powerful protection and make even the most dangerous seas easily traverse.

So he continued to search for the rest of his sailing career, but never found it, and finally regretted it.

He wrote down all the clues he found in his logbook, hoping that the person who received the log would find the "Blessing of Nereus" and cross the sea to the unknown continent.

He also hoped that future generations would bury the logbook high on an unknown continent and engrave his name, Nemo Dakkar.

"What a great navigator, and we will surely fulfill his wishes." Raphael said movingly.

"And where's the log?" Flio asked.

Jack scratched his head a little embarrassed and whispered, "When I was short of money before, I sold it to a second-hand merchant. ”

"You're kidding us?" Flio said angrily.

"No, no, no. Although the journal is gone, I remember the clues to the treasure very clearly. Jack quickly explained.

He was not lying, and a man who had aspired to be a pirate since he was a child had no limit to his passion for the clues to the treasures in Nemo's journal.

"And where the hell is it?" Flio asked, somewhat impatiently.

"You know the city of the deep, right?" Jack said.

"You mean the legendary mysterious city that sank to the bottom of the sea?" Raphael wondered.

"Yes, that's the city. Captain Nemo studied a great deal of mythology and was convinced that Nereus's blessing was in that city. Jack nodded.

"And how did we find this city in the deep?" Raphael asked.

"To find the city of the deep, we must first find its key. Legend has it that when the stars are on the right tracks, the key emits a dazzling pillar of light to guide people to the location of the city. Jack returned.

"Where's the key?" Raphael asked.

"Captain Nemo has been searching for a lifetime and hasn't found it, but I did get some clues from an old pirate. He said he had heard from the natives of Dakhla that there was a mausoleum near Oseld that housed the corpse of an ancient chieftain, who held a bronze key in his hand. Jack said a long list, a little parched, grabbed the rum next to him and took a sip.

Osayrd is located south of the Western Sahara Desert, not far from the coastline, and has not deviated from the Bertha route, which is good news.

Raphael didn't speak, but waited for everyone to speak first.

"Time waits for no one." Unexpectedly, the first to speak was the heart of the wolf, who was the least talkative.

"I agree to leave for Oseld at once." The heart of the wolf spoke, and Liu Zheng naturally seconded it.

He could guess the idea of the Wolfheart, the first to reach the New World, the prestige of the camp added must be much more than the second.

Nemo's logbook is not in Jack's possession, which means that it is likely that other forces are also looking for the "blessing of Nereus" and must be ahead of them.

"I agree, but I'd suggest that Dakhla fix it now." Frio's opinion is always strong.

"I agree, you can also consider hiring local mercenaries." Jenas didn't object either.

"I don't care." Gertrude said expressionlessly.

Everyone agreed, and Raphael immediately ordered to change direction and head towards Dakhla.

Dakhla, formerly known as the "City of Sizneros", was an important port in Western Sahara.

It has a unique location, a narrow peninsula jutting out of the Midwest.

In this world, it was founded thirty years ago as the first permanent settlement established by Spain on the coast of West Africa.

In recent years, the abundant spring water found in the vicinity has attracted herders from the surrounding areas to settle here, and the increasing prosperity of maritime trade has led to a rapid increase in the city's population, and it has become a famous port city in West Africa.

However, the city's population composition was complex, with frequent inflows and outflows, and the fact that it was too far from Spain proper, and the governor stationed in Spain was not in good health, so he was indifferent to government affairs other than collecting taxes.

Therefore, the security situation in the city is worrying, and in order to protect themselves, the residents have established large and small groups based on clans, tribes, beliefs, industries, etc., and the mercenary industry is also very hot.

The industry is hot, which means that the competition among peers is also very fierce.

Dakhla's former veteran mercenary squad "Golden Scorpion" has been in trouble for the past two years.

The backbone of the army retired and the sick and sick, and the young people of the tribe, who were the main source of fresh blood, wanted to become pirates or sailors.

At its peak, the "Golden Scorpion" warband, which had more than 50 members, was reduced to a "Golden Scorpion" team of only 20 people.

If you can't get a good order, I'm afraid these 20 or so people will also disperse.

Alas, it's hard. "Golden Scorpion" captain Ambrado sighed.

"Captain, there's a business." The deputy came in excitedly and said.

"What business?" Ambrado asked.

"There is an expedition that recruits mercenaries from the guild, only 20 people, and gives 200 gold coins." The deputy replied.

200 Coins! Ambrador's face was happy at first, and then it quickly darkened again.

With such a generous reward, those powerful big war groups will definitely grab it.

I can't grab it, not to mention it, and life is even more difficult after the conflict.

"Captain, let's go. The leader said that the familiarity with Ossed takes precedence. The deputy urged.

"Let's go, let's go now." Ambrado was excited again.

The "Golden Scorpion" team is all from the nomadic origin of the Osayd region, and no one can compare to them in terms of familiarity.

The two hurried to the guild, and the mercenary area was already full of people, and there were several familiar faces of Ambrado alone.

A pretty-looking young man was sitting at a table writing something, and behind him stood a man and two women, presumably his men.

A burly mercenary leader was foaming at the mouth of the mouth, and the young man stepped back a little in disgust, "This gentleman, I said that I need to familiarize myself with the team in the Osayrd region. Your team is not even from Western Sahara, which does not meet my needs. ”

The mercenary leader slapped the table angrily, and was about to curse, when he suddenly felt a chill run over his head.

"Don't be rude to the captain, or watch your heads." Liu Zheng said coldly, his right hand still maintained a drooping posture, as if it had never moved.

However, the falling hair told the mercenary leader that he was just a foot away from death.

He glanced at Liu Zheng with fear, snorted and left.

He knew the goods, as did the other mercenary leaders present.

None of them thought they could stop the knife just now.

"What a quick knife." Ambrado's eyes condensed slightly.

It's not good for the employer to be too weak, and it's not good to be too strong.

If you are too weak and easy to die, you will not be able to get subsequent employment money. Too strong, easy to be forced to do something dangerous.

However, with the current situation of the "Golden Scorpion", he can't afford to miss these 200 gold coins.

Ambrado gritted his teeth, grabbed the young man and said, "Sir, I am Ambrador, the leader of the 'Golden Scorpion' squad, and I think our team can do this job." ”

The young man seemed a little tired, and instead of being particularly enthusiastic, he asked, "How many of you are there?" Is there anyone familiar with the Osayd area? ”

Ambrado didn't care about the young man's tone, and nodded hurriedly: "There are 23 people in our team, and they are all nomads from the Osayd region. ”

The young man's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "It's you." 200 gold coins, if there are casualties and additional benefits, if you can, go and sign the contract now, and leave tomorrow. ”

Ambrado was happy to finally take a big order, but he still asked cautiously, "What is our mission?" ”

"Take us to a mausoleum where dried corpses are enshrined." Raphael said.

Ambrador's face changed, and Raphael noticed it and asked, "Is there any problem?" ”

Ambrado smiled reluctantly: "No problem, let's go sign it." ”

Legend has it that is terrible, but poverty is the most terrible.