The Blunt-Head Tavern had a rare good day, with no strong winds and no torrential rain, just bright and warm sunshine.

But at this time of year, good weather doesn't mean good days, and the absence of strong winds means that the turbid air that accumulates in the halls cannot be blown out by the wind, and the absence of heavy rain means that the streets are full of mud, blood, feces, and other things that you can't imagine or want to know what they are, and the rising heat fumigates the water on the humans, halflings, orcs, or orcs in the tavern, and the stench of grease and secretions evaporates - If a piece of shark meat that had been salted and buried in the ground for three years could grow feet and walk in, it would feel so fragrant - the only thing to be happy about was that the little goblins hated bright light just as much as rats, hiding in the ditches under the corners of the walls, burying their heads in the mud so that people didn't have to worry about the sudden bite of their bare toes while walking down the street.

The tavern owner felt like a piece of stinky shark meat, and he sighed as he climbed the steep staircase with the mead and rum, anyway, he had only bathed in his soup pot a month ago, and though it was the greasy water left over from scrubbing the cured meats, it was also hot water, and the spices that had fallen from the cured meats, and he felt that he had never been so clean and sweet, but now they were all ruined by the disgusting bastards.

The narrow passage was flanked by a group of orcs and thieves, and a halfling pickpocket slipped out of between their legs to take the tavernmaster's tray, but the tavernkeeper held it firmly.

"Money. Said the tavern owner.

A warty orc threw a round pin, the pin fell on the tray with a dull sound, and the old and dark gold was inlaid with a green pine crescent, which at a glance knew that it was not an ornament for pirates and thieves, because the crescent moon was the symbol of the goddess Su Lun, and the rangers who believed in Su Lun were the mortal enemies of thieves and pirates, and no wrongdoer would be willing to pin a brooch of this shape. Unless he wanted to be hanged by his companions or dragged under the keel, cut and bloodied by sharp barnacles, chiseled shells, and oysters, the tavern master relaxed his fingers and grasped the brooch the moment the tray left his sight.

The weight of his hand was heavy, and the tavernkeeper grinned, making his face wider, and he rummaged through the brooch as he walked down the stairs, and unsurprisingly found brown blood between the gaps in the brooch, and he wondered which of the thieves he knew was the best at polishing and polishing, imagining Drake's look at this moment. While gloating, he blew the favorite tune of the sharp-jawed Hong Kong people.

"A good three-masted sailing ship, as light as a seagull on the crest of the waves,

Raise the sails, my dear friend,

As swift as thunder and lightning, sharp as a sword,

It's a pleasure to be a pirate!

The waves are high and the wind is strong.

Raise the sails, my dear friend,

Courageous and fearless.

How happy to be a pirate!

We are far away from home, far away from the beloved girl,

Cannon roared.

The cowards tremble in their knees,

Hoarse!

Don't wince, don't hesitate.

Be a pirate, how crazy!

Raise the sails, my dear friend,

All the way to the Golden Isle,

The gold coins on the island are like mountains......"

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"It's so touching," said the owner of the Sea Devil, a strong half-orc woman, after listening for a long time, before she said hypocritically, but unfortunately she only had a dagger and a sword in her arms, and perhaps a magic rune plate or two, and no silk handkerchief, so she could only wipe her rough sharkskin face with her fluffy sleeves embroidered with flowers: "This is my favorite song, my dear Drake, whenever I hear this, I think of you......"

Redscar turned his face away, for he knew he was about to burst out laughing, but he was the least powerful of the people sitting here, and he could not afford to offend the owner of the strongest pirate ship in Sharp Jaws, nor to offend Drake, who was favored by the Duchess of the Azores, and this time the Duchess not only offered a considerable amount of ransom (of course, at the Archon of Cape Beach, this fee was recorded as room and board, and indeed it was a bit expensive as room and board, but we all know that there is no upper limit to the cost of nobles), and bought him a new three-masted ship, giving Drake a sum of money to recruit new sailors to replace those who were hanging from the walls of Cape Embankment.

In the underground casino in Sharp Jaw Harbor, Red Scar bets on Drake's relationship with the Duchess, he bets that Drake should be the Duchess's lover and not his son, that no woman would be as generous to her son, and that if Derek was her illegitimate child, then she could have imprisoned him in her manor instead of allowing him to squander her money and power over and over again.

However, in the case of the owner of the Sea Devil, Red Scar is a little uncertain, it stands to reason that the Duchess who regards Drake as a forbidden man must be furious after learning that her little lover was infected by a female orc, even if she has to endure before redeeming Drake, then after Drake returns to her safe and sound (to some extent), she should at least do something, but nothing, the Sea Devil can appear in any part of the Azores as she wants, and can dock in any port, and the asylum documents obtained from the Duchess have never expired。

The main thing is that, to this day, the owner of the Sea Devil can still be said to be blatantly provoking Drake - perhaps the narcissistic female orc thought it was a temptation, but no one, except for a few special lovers, would be interested in a "woman" who was twice as tall as herself, three times as wide, muscular, green-skinned, and indistinguishable from a tall, strong male except for one less and two more.

Forget it, your circle is too messy, Red Scar can't understand it at all, anyway, he bet on the relationship between Drake and the Duchess is mother and son, and if today's deal can be negotiated, he can make up for the possible losses a hundred times.

Drake's face was expressionless, and he sat up straight, like the back of the chair was full of nails and the seat was covered with gum, "I thought we were two clear, Sea Devil." ”

The owner of the Sea Devil giggled, she covered her lips with her thick arms, and while her eyes were still blinking charmingly, Red Scar felt that her eyes hurt terribly, even among pirates, Sea Devils were a strange strain. No one knew where she came from, she seemed to have appeared in the Azores out of nowhere, and she had easily become a powerful diaspora thief, then a small street leader, and a small thief's guild with little eyes had recruited her, and then within three years she had broken the necks of all those who dared to order and shout at her, and just when everyone thought she was going to be the head of a guild, she sold, yes, the entire guild, and ordered a ship from the gnomes with the box of gold coins, the Sea Devil.

By the way, she doesn't have an official name, people call her the orc or any other miscellaneous nickname, and when she gets the Sea Devil, people call her the Sea Devil, and she seems to like the name.

"Oh, no," she said, "we're going to have a long relationship." ”

"Do you want to make this deal?" Drake's face was like a harbinger of a 100-day storm in the sky, "I admit that the Sea Devil is the strongest, but there is more to the Azores than the Sea Devil." ”

The Sea Devil pouted and grimaced miserably, and she shrugged her shoulders as huge as a hill: "Okay, dear, if you want, we can talk about the deal first...... Let's talk about it again...... Love. ”

Red Scar lowered his head, and for the first time praised every god with great sincerity, including Su Lun, and looked at the scar left on his face by her follower Elf Kerryben - from the forehead through the bridge of his nose to the jaw, the widest part could fit three fingers, and the bridge of the nose was also because of this soft mud monster that was like a child's pinching, the mage's healing skills ensured that he could still breathe and smell, but it was almost impossible to win the favor of women, although he was not very handsome originally, he did not dare to underestimate the aesthetic bottom line of the orc.

"Actually," Drake said dryly, "we're going to see some old friends." ”

"The elf Kerryben, the mage Cremar, the former paladin and lord of Thundercastle Berdwin, the Norman of the Highlands Leona, the thief Glenn, and the priest of Flo Meme. ”

Red Scar saw the uncontrollable greed on the Sea Devil's face, and he thought he had the same expression, the Highland Norman's bounty on Baldwin, Glenn and Plum Mie was never lifted, they were not humans, but piles of gold coins.

"Are they in the Dragonfire Islands?" Red Scar asked, this is something that needs to be asked, the Dragonfire Islands are very wary of foreign forces, and they don't want to deal with the lord's army and mages.

"The side island of the Eastern Crown. ”

The sea devil sniffled briefly, his nostrils in the black hole seemed to have smelled blood, and his nostrils were wide enough to fit into a baby's fist, "I know where it is, I've passed by." ”

After that, in the language of pirates, it was once peeped and explored, but it was abandoned because it was worthless or too many needles.

"There was a mountain of sugar and beet sugar on that island. Drake said, "And there is no army." ”

"There were. The Sea Devil said that she had given up on the other side of the island because of the sheer number of soldiers on the island, and that she might be able to get sugar from that island, but it would be a bit more than worth the loss.

"Not anymore. Drake nodded to the stranger who had been covering himself in a linen cloak.

The guest lifted his cloak, revealing a fair, feminine face, "The side island has been bestowed upon his son, the disciple of Beavis, the mage Cremar, by our noble master, and his army no longer protects the side island, and all the soldiers have returned to the main island a day and night. ”

"Where's the mage?"

"The Side Island has never had a mage - except for its new owner. (To be continued.) )