In the vastness of the sea, the sails that swelled with the sea breeze were like three fierce sea monsters, and the adrift boat tried to lie dormant quietly to avoid its sight, but it was all in vain.

By the time the long-haired flooded man confirmed the identity of the other party, the three-masted warship was already surging in the direction of the small ship.

Despite knowing that it was impossible to get rid of it, the boat still began to turn around and run away.

At this time, not long after Blackheart Heron was burned to death, the Iron Islands were in the midst of a civil war, and almost every island had a person who claimed to be the king, that is, each island and the others were basically enemies.

"The sea monster is not king, but he is not our friend!"

The long-haired flooded man said this, and in the face of the approaching huge warship, his face flashed with a hint of determination, and then he ignored the others, and jumped into the sea with a pop.

Unfortunately, this move did not work.

When the rest of the boat was detained and boarded, several enemy sailors in thin coarse shorts and bare chests plunged into the sea, and it was not long before they pulled out the drowning man who had fled in advance—the man seemed to be tall and weight, but the weakness of the storm not long ago had not completely dissipated.

"A group of apostatists, do not expect any message from me. Sooner or later, the great drowning god will punish you! He declared this when he was captured.

Lan Li watched all this with difficulty from the sidelines, his face full of gloom.

Storms, shipwrecks, and captures, and nothing good since they came in, is it time to be beheaded?

Or be pushed into the sea again and drowned?

He was kneeling on the deck at this moment, and a one-eyed, balding old sailor and another little brown-haired sailor clasped his arms tightly behind him, as did the drunkard and cook next to him.

"My lords, everything has nothing to do with us, we're just honest fishermen." The old drunkard cried out for mercy, but after being slapped by the fat sailor with a pointed chin behind him, he was really honest.

"It's too long, and I'm worried that I can't find fun."

One of the sailors licked his lips as he spoke, but at this moment, the onlookers behind him let out a commotion. This was followed by a flurry of greetings.

"Chief."

"Leader Viken!"

"We've caught a drowning man!"

……

Lan Li looked up at the sound of a voice, and a tall middle-aged man with a big nose, hard facial features, and deep eyes was walking over in a row with many sailors.

"Viken Greyjoy." Seeing this, the Drowned Priest gritted his teeth.

The comer's lips were pursed, he was not fully armed, but he was also wearing leather armor trousers and hard cowhide boots, and Lan Li's attention was basically on the embossed coat of arms on the front of the other party's brown leather armor.

Like the sails of the ship, the coat of arms was a golden sea monster on a black background like a large squid, but unlike the sails, he was close enough to Lan Li.

Lan Li is quite familiar with the surname Greyjoy, which stems from a miserable eunuch in the memory of his previous life, and a neurotic who can "teleport", of course, mainly because of some education received after reincarnation.

Regardless of his previous life, according to his current understanding, the Greyjoy family in the Iron Islands is equivalent to the Baratheon family in the Stormlands, belonging to the ranks of feudal lords, dukes, and great nobles.

Of course, that was Lan Li's time, and he didn't know much about it at the moment.

The only thing he knew was that the old Greyjoy family was not a good match, both historically and "contemporary," as his family's proverb attested—force is better than hard work.

The words of the man in front of me......

Lan Li, who was staring at the other party's "wriggling" crest, squinted his eyes, and for a moment it seemed as if he was listening quietly.

In fact, the conversation between the other party and the drowning people is indeed related to the fate of their group.

"You're going to support Sunkenwood Castle?" The words without a trace of trills and superfluous voices sounded calm and majestic, and with this deep blue eye, as soon as he spoke, a momentum of a superior person arose.

And the drowning man, who had jumped into the sea to avoid the sea monster before, was now trying to puff up his chest and speak in a high-pitched tone.

"We're going to fight for the great Drowning God!"

Before he could finish speaking, the two sailors who were holding him behind his back screamed and pressed him hard, but this made the drowning voice even more angry.

"The gods will punish you traitors! That's right, let's wait and see! ”

"Drowning people does not represent the great drowning gods, especially you fools who support the so-called Son of God." The comer said with a blank face, but nevertheless gave the order to the sailor.

"Let him go."

So the drowning man staggered to his feet.

"This is just a small step in your path to salvation." He claimed.

This made the leader known as Viken laugh dumbly.

"I wouldn't be stupid enough to take you to the island to dispose of, it would be seen by many fools as a provocation to the drowning gods." He said, "I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense. So, if you don't surrender now, this sea is your final destination. ”

When he heard this, he laughed: "We come from the sea, and we will return to the sea." Come on! I'm ready to step into the palace of the great drowning gods! ”

"Then satisfy you." Viken Greyjoy waved his hand, then turned and walked away—it was clearly just a small episode for him.

The three captives were thus dragged up and ready to be thrown into the sea.

But at this time, a voice suddenly sounded: "According to custom, captives can be ransomed. ”

King Viken of the Greyjoy family turned and glanced at the person who spoke, as if he had noticed this person for the first time, but immediately after the other party's words, he unconsciously raised a trace of interest.

"The drowning man's name is Lucas, he is highly regarded by the king, keep him, and you can exchange it for something more valuable than a dead corpse."

"The customs of the Green Lands do not apply to us." Looking at the brown-haired and blue-eyed young man not far away, Greyjoy said, "Besides, Drowning is not a lord, and keeping him will only bring trouble." ”

"Then torture him." The boy said, "You look like you're going to Oak Island?" Coincidentally, we were originally too, but we just encountered a storm, and you are not curious about our original purpose? ”

"Whatever your purpose."

"It's all sunk into the sea with the storm," Greyjoy noted. ”

"If that's the case, why did the drowning people run away just now?" The brown-haired boy, that is, Lan Li, reminded the other party:

"He knew that if there was no boat jumping into the sea, he would only drown, but he just jumped. He also knows that as long as he is tough, you won't keep him, and that's exactly what happened. Look, you are now preparing to throw him into the sea, isn't that what he wanted? ”

"You know what's going on?"

"I'm just a creep." The young man's tone seemed to be dissatisfied: "Except for knowing that we are going to Oak Island to fight for the king, nothing else is clear, and we don't even know who the enemy is, do you think this is normal?" If the enemy is not clear, is there any value in secrecy? ”

These words made the faces of the drowning people on the side change slightly, and then they scolded, traitors, chameleons, etc., but Lan Li only glanced at the other party and ignored it.

"A living drowned man is not necessarily useful, but a dead man is certainly worthless." He insisted.

Wicken Greyjoy unconsciously touched the handle of a silver axe pinned to his waist, and after a moment of silence, he ordered the sailors to temporarily imprison the cursed drowning man, and then looked at the brown-haired boy again with interest.

"I may keep the drowning people, but there's no reason to keep you who know."

"We just betrayed Old Wake Island." Lan Li said frankly: "If I betray you again, then there is really no way to live." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the old drunkard and the cook beside him.

The former nodded busily, and the latter hesitated, but finally nodded his head under the watchful eyes of several sailors next to him.

"But what is your value?" The other party asked lightly.

"Chef Ryan's stew is very good," the cook in Lan Li's mouth was kneeling and trembling on the side, "and he is from Lonely Lamp Island, not Old Wake Island, and the people there have great fishing skills." ”

"The sailors on this ship can say the same." A bald sailor next to him laughed when he heard this: "What's the use of us having a fisherman?" There is no shortage of cooks. ”

"The fisherman is useless, but you will always be used to fight the war."

Lan Li said: "No matter who you fight, put him at the forefront, the price is just some insignificant food." ”

"Keep you, we have to send someone to monitor the mile, chameleon is not trustworthy." The laughing sailor retracted his smile and shook his head.

"You can't just have us captives, not now, and there will always be in the future." After Lan Li finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to this person's expression, but looked at the only existence here that could call the shots.

"The black-haired one, as long as you give him a jug of wine before the battle, he will be more heroic than anyone else."

"That's right!" The old drunkard on the side nodded busily.

He didn't have the backbone of drowning people, and along the way, Lan Li had already discovered that this person actually didn't have much devotion to the drowning god, and he came to be a soldier just to make some war money.

"What about yourself? Want to be a dead person too? King Viken didn't look at the other two, he kept staring at the brown-haired and blue-eyed clever young man in front of him, his eyes growing interested.

Isn't that the last sentence for the sake of saying all this? Lan Li took a deep breath when he heard this, and then straightened his chest.

"I can read and write!"

As soon as he said that, he felt that the eyes of the people around the ship were looking at him completely differently.