A strong northerly wind from the polar regions pushed the sailboat all the way south of Vlaktu, and Vickily could faintly see the lights of the pier in the distance through the telescope through the night.

"We may be on our way to the port of Hecheng!" Vikirico excitedly shouted at Draenor, who untied the ropes and put the sails away, and the sailboat used its inertia to get closer to the dock.

Draenor ran to the side of the deck and pushed the anchor to the water, and the anchor cascaded into the sea like a waterfall with its chains.

"Quick! Take Glori to the nearest clinic first! The group rushed down the gangplank with Grori in front of them, a nameless fishing village, wooden houses loosely sunk in the mud, even the tallest building was only three stories long, and dried fish racks were everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of fish.

Draenor couldn't bear the strong smell that couldn't get away, and even Jeanne couldn't help but hold her breath.

said that he had returned to Hecheng, but Draenor looked at the dilapidated fishing village in front of him, and could not see the shadow of the steam-filled metropolis in his impression.

"Aren't you going back to Hecheng?" Draenor asked in a strange voice, pinching his nose.

"We are in Hecheng, to be precise, it is a fishing village that belongs to the border of Hecheng, don't worry about it so much, it's important to save people!"

Vickily carries Glori on her back and travels through the fishing village, eventually discovering a nondescript clinic.

"Thankfully, I didn't miss the opening hours, and the clinic looks too small, but at least it will ease Glori's injuries a little."

Vicky flipped Gloria behind her back and walked towards the door of the clinic, where she suddenly stopped on the stairs and slowly turned around.

"Draenau, here's a check worth 1,400 herpecks, you go to the nearest grocery store, or store or whatever, buy as much fruit, clean water, strong spirits and food as you can, and Jeanne and I will look for you when you're settled in Glori."

Vicilly pulled a crumpled check from her bosom and slipped it into Draenau's hand, pushing open the wooden door of the clinic with Gloria on her back and Jeanne on her back.

"1,400 Herberts, how much is that?" Draenor clutched the check tightly and walked through the streets for more than ten minutes, but there was still no sign of the grocery store, but a bar caught his attention.

"It smells like stew, and you should be able to buy what you need here.

Draenor stepped up the stairs, reached out and pushed open the bar's shutter and entered.

The pungent smell of oil stains and alcohol mixes together, and this is a bar, a small restaurant that the people of Lower Riba use to spend their time.

"What's the matter?" A strong man with oily hair walks towards the bar with a glass in his hand, looking like a boss or a bartender or something.

"Uh, hello, I need ...... Spirits, fruits, purified water, and food, can you sell me some? Draenor asked the bartender in broken Misarian.

"Pay." The strong man slammed the glass on the table, and the other glasses began to shake from side to side with the swaying drink.

"What do you mean? I'll pay you. Draenor didn't understand what the strong man was trying to say, it stands to reason that he could only pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other.

"You have to prove that you have the money, and we will find you goods." The strong man said coldly to Draenor with half-open eyes.

"Okay, I don't have a lot of cash on me, but I still have this check." Draenor slapped the check from Vickyly on the bar.

"Well, I hope it's not some broken paper...... " The strong man picked up the check and approached it in disbelief, he stared at the number carefully over and over again, and suddenly squatted on the ground with his mouth wide open.

"Hey, are you alright? What the hell......" Draenor thought the strong man had a heart attack, and he hurried to the bar and looked down at the strong man.

"A thousand...... 1,400 herpes! This gentleman...... Uncle! What do you need? It's got it all here! Take your pick! The brawny boss straightened up, the muscles on his face tensed, and shouted at Draenor with a weird smile.

"Hey, be quiet! Well, food, meat, bread, whatever! There is also drinking water, spirits and fruit! Draenor craned his neck back, a little horrified at the sheer enthusiasm.

"Uncle, wait a minute! Marianne! Take out all the bread and canned food and put it directly in the barrel! Our high rollers are ready to go to sea! The strong man hurried to the backstage and shouted towards the kitchen door.

"Wait, how did you know we were going to the ocean?" Draenor was puzzled.

"Oh, dear guest, our village lives almost entirely on the sea, and only those who sail far away are prepared to do so.

You can also see that the business of the small shop is really miserable, and it is the providence of the creator to meet you today! The strong man gripped Draenor's palm, which made Draenor shiver.

After a while, a woman walked to the bar with a bucket full of dry bread, then returned to the kitchen and brought out a wooden bucket full of tomatoes.

In less than a minute, six large barrels had lined up in front of Draenau.

"Dry bread, tomatoes, lemons, seasonings, air-dried beef, two barrels of purified water, and a barrel of strong rum from Hecheng, all you need is here. Oh yes, and to thank you for coming, please accept my treasure. ”

After the strong man finished counting the goods, he turned around and took a delicate shotgun from the wall.

"This is a shotgun made by the Hefa factory in the Kingdom of Sadrow, as long as you pour a small rub of crystal powder into the explosive box, you can shoot ten shots in a row, anything that can be filled into the barrel, as long as it is hard enough, it can be used as a bullet, this is my treasure! Although these may not be worth more than a thousand herpecks in total, I hope you will accept them. ”

The strong man handed the gun to Draenor, the barrel was made of alloy as a whole, the butt and grip were carved from high-density sandalwood, the whole gun was about seventy centimeters long, and it was heavy and weighty in his hand.

"Hahahaha, a shotgun is useless for a fisherman, and I hope you don't dislike it!" The brawny man was pleased to see Draenor observe the structure of the gun so closely.

The woman extinguished the lights in the bar, followed the strong man with the barrel and walked to the door.

"Ah, this gun is beautiful, thank you very much. But I can find a way to move the goods by myself without having to drive. Draenor grabbed the strap of the gun and carried the shotgun behind him, and hurried to pick up the goods from the strong man.

"You're welcome, my guest. Fourteen hundred haulomers are almost a month's worth for a small fisherman like us, so make an exception for an early closing today, so let's get the goods on board for you. The strong man said enthusiastically to Draenor and walked out the door with the barrel on his shoulder.

Vicilly saw Draenor, and she quickly led Jeanne to the door of the bar.

"It's been found, what the hell are you doing! Can't tell the difference between a bar and a grocery store? Viklico gasped and shouted at Draenor.

"Don't get excited, I've bought everything you want, look!" Draenor smiled and turned to the side, showing the two barrels under his armpits to Viklico.

"Sir, where is your ship?" The strong man and the woman asked, holding the bucket and turning their heads.

"It's funny...... Come with me! Vekily glanced at Draenor and led the group to the docks.

The boss lowered the barrel and carefully observed every corner of the sailboat.

The stone statue on the corner of attack is a little broken but still strong, and the rusty anchor chains still hold the hull firmly in check, especially the crosswood on the side of the ship, even if it is overgrown with barnacles, it is not difficult to see the sheen of its tar-soaked shine.

"What a delicate sailing ship! It's just a little old, what's its name? The bar owner asked Draenor.

"Name? I haven't figured it out yet. Draenor wondered, this ship was a good idea, why did it have to be named?

"No name? That won't do, my sir! The ship is the home of the sailors, and when it comes to the sea, it is the only hope to live, and a sailboat without a name will kill people! ”

Draenor was a little disgusted by the boss's alarmism, which seemed to be a different form of curse, and his own was torturous enough, and he didn't want to be associated with any more curses.

"Well, a name! Just call ......" Draenor caught a glimpse of one of the most conspicuous signs on the shore that read in Misarean, "Tequila Restaurant." ”

"Agave, it's called agave! It's not going to kill people now, is it? Draenor quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned and walked to the deck.

After unloading the goods, the boss led the woman off the gangplank to say goodbye to everyone, and the woman stabbed the boss in the backbone with her elbow, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Shaxx! Who told you to give him that gun? Don't you still want to leave it to your son? The woman's forehead was bruised, and the strong man trembled with fright.

"Wife, this kind and generous gentleman has given us 1,400 herpecks! Now that my son gets married, I don't have to worry about it, what is a gun that I don't need, we have to learn to be grateful! The boss quickly explained, and he turned and waved goodbye to the slowly moving sailboat.

"Goodbye! Kind sir! Have a nice trip! The brawny boss waved his arms at the sailboat, until the shadow faded into the mist, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Wait, the ship...... Could it be a battleship?! ”

Vikliko let go of the rudder and helped Draenor carry supplies into the cabin one by one.

"It seems that you have a deep relationship with that boss, do you want to be lyrical before parting?" Vickily teased him.

"No, the boss had to ask me to name the sailboat, saying that it would kill us." Draenor scratched his head.

"Name? So have you figured it out? Vicilico asked, stretching out her arms and leaning against the barrel.

"'Tequila'......" Draenor seemed to feel a little regretful, and he wished to think a little more and come up with a better name.

"Poof—hahahaha, 'tequila'! I still have a little expectation of your taste! Vicky laughed from ear to ear, her foot crooked, stepping on a dry bone, and making a crunching "click".

"Wow...... These skeletons are really disgusting to me, and I'll have to find a way to put them aside later. Viklico gently kicked the skeleton at her feet to the side.

"By the way, what about Glori?" Draenor asked.

"He's fine, but he can't keep his right hand, I wanted to ask the doctor to give him a simple treatment, but who knows how almost scared the quack out of breath.

"He will rest in the clinic for the night, and tomorrow morning there will be a carriage to pick him up and take him to the biggest hospital in the center of Hecheng for treatment, and I also wrote him a letter and stuffed it in his pocket, when he wakes up, everything will slowly fall back on track, you can rest assured."

Vickyrie had always arranged things safely, and Draenor was relieved to hear this.

"I don't think you're going to worry about him?" Vekily grinned at Draenor.

"Who's worried about that guy's life or death? I'm afraid that he will die like this, and according to his virtue, who knows what kind of ghost will haunt me for the rest of my life! Hum. Draenor sneered and walked up the stairs.

"I still don't admit it, it's really a stubborn donkey." Vekily covered her mouth and smiled, and followed Draenor back to the deck.

"However, I have never sailed at sea, and the only time I have been transported as a prisoner of war, are you sure that we will follow the course?" Draenor looked at Viklico quizzically.

"Hey...... You see what this is? Vickyly smirked and pulled out a metal box carved with a cashew nut pattern from behind her.

She pressed the button on the side, and the lid popped open with a "click", and a round glass sphere was embedded in the very center of the box, and the sharp cross needle shook and floated inside the sphere.

"Compass? Where did you get that from? Draenor took the box and played with it in his hand.

"Hey, be careful! I bought it from the clinic for a lot of money! None of us can survive without this thing! Vicky jumped up and snatched the compass.

"Phew, it's miserable to be played by you, not only this, I also got a nautical chart when Jeanne and I were looking for you on the street, anyway, these fishermen don't need it, so I simply accepted it."

As she spoke, Vikli pulled out a shabby, yellowed leather nautical chart from behind her, which was densely marked with countless routes from the southern waters of Vlactu to the northern part of the continent of Abel.

"It's yours! You didn't have to pay a penny to get such a useful thing! Wait a minute, you said take it...... It can't be stolen, right? ”

Draenor suddenly restrained the smile on his face and stared at Viklico with suspicion.

"'A day of blind suspicion, is the first', it's you! This was given to us by the enthusiastic fishermen of Hecheng! Vikiriko glanced at Draenor, put the map away, and walked to the side of the rudder.

'Fill the sails for me!' The Tequila's departure for the southern seas! She shouted excitedly ahead, and a breeze blew through her shawl, raising her shawl in the air like a pirate flag embroidered with patterns.