"Frank? Frank? ”

"Frank, it's time to eat—"

The girl sat at the dining table, looking around and calling the little fat man.

"Strangely, as soon as the head chef had cooked a meal, his sense of smell, which was as powerful as his strength, immediately brought him to the table. Why hasn't it been so long today, and he hasn't come yet? ”

"Won't you really be hit by the crow's mouth of Avis—eat a bad stomach?"

She looked at Noah suspiciously.

"Woman, you slander me again." Avis yawned and slouched through the door of the restaurant, complaining indifferently.

It was only when he sat down in the empty seat next to her, and prepared his own meal, that he remembered, stopped what he was doing, and said, "Oh, don't wait for Frank, he's going to eat at Brent's." ”

An Ningning's eyes widened, and she turned her head sideways in curiosity, "When did he run to the ship in front?" No, I mean, when did he get on such good terms with Brentt? ”

"Hmm." Avis chewed slowly and swallowed the food, picked up the red wine, took a sip, and said nonchalantly, "It was probably the last time he ate twenty plates of fried vinegar fish in the tavern, and after you coldly refused to pay the bill, Bertram passed by unintentionally and generously helped him, and since then he has been labeled a good man in Frank's young and simple heart. ”

“……”

"—and that's the beginning of Frank's visit to him."

“……”

"I think as a captain, I need to explain to Frank what it means to be rich and noble, and poor and low." She turned her head and expressed her conclusions with a blank face.

I know every word of this, and I don't know if I can say it together.

Estis suspected that he had heard something, so he plucked out his ears in confusion and looked over like Noah.

"What's that?"

"Have the right values in your life orientation." She continued to say solemnly.

"Oh no—no—"

A sailor burst in in a panic, "Captain! The ship in front of you is fighting! ”

"What? Frank gets angry and beats up Bertram for food?! The girl, who had immediately made up the picture in her head, stood up on the table in a panic.

"Hey, hey—" Avis was helpless, and Noah chuckled from his lips.

"Huh?" The sailor was stunned by her divine speculation, and shook his head decisively, "No, it was the ship in front that was attacked by an alien fleet. ”

“…… Oh. She sat down indifferently.

She wasn't disappointed at all.

The sailor was very embarrassed to stay where he was, shouldn't he be a friend of the captain in front of him at such a moment. When the captain went out to see what was right?

- At least you have to stand on your own deck across the sea and ask politely.

"What are you still standing here for?" An Ningning, who had eaten two bites, looked up and saw that the sailor was still standing there looking at her, "If you don't eat, stay and eat, and hurry up after eating." ”

The sailor stood stunned for a moment, then finally touched the back of his head, remembered what he had not done before, and went out.

"Hey, woman, are we really just sitting here eating and not going to help?"

She glanced faintly at Avis, "The only thing we can fight is already on that ship—aren't we going to sit here and help send us to our deaths?" ”

Ives was very sensitive to see the familiar contempt in her eyes, and wanted to attack, but remembering that his force was indeed inferior to his intelligence, he took a big mouthful of food and blocked his mouth when he had nothing to say.

"Actually." Noah said gently, "I can go." ”

“……”

The man smiled, but she could see that the man's easy-going tone had actually made a decision, An Ning paused, and then sighed depressedly, put down the knife and fork in his hand, stood up weakly, and did not forget to take a piece of bread in his mouth, touched the pistol that was still on his waist, and walked out.

Noah is always like this-

During the days when she traveled to the western continent with Bertram's fleet, she had seen their ammunition and artillery fire, and their armed reserves, unless they were going to attack a landlocked country, or were attacked by a landlocked country, and there was no need to worry about the rest of the situation.

Not to mention that there is also a little fat man who eats and drinks well and is simply in the best fighting condition.

But when he tells him this, will he change his mind after hearing it?

It's not going to be grinning.

She was worried that he was always worried.

Noah's eyes behind him were overflowing with tenderness, and he shook his head with a chuckle. He naturally knew why she didn't plan to go before—Bertram's fleet had nothing to worry about—but she ignored it, how many could there be on this sea that could find Bertram's stubble?

It's just that he didn't expect it.

She was now more and more able to understand his thoughts and thoughts.

That's a nice find, isn't it?

The corners of Noah's mouth curled in a pleasant arc, and he picked up the broadsword placed next to the bench and followed.

And Avis, who watched all of this: ......

- He looked aloof and refused to speak.

"Chief of Staff, Chief of Staff, what's wrong with you? Did you accidentally get caught in the eyes with chili peppers? The sailor, who was busy in the restaurant, looked at the man covering his eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a panic.

Ives didn't speak, and after a long time, as if he had recovered, he slowly lowered his hand, his dark brown eyes were very bright, and he looked at the speaker sincerely, and corrected him very seriously, "No, it's a ...... that is spicier than chili." ”

In the boundless sea, the seagulls screamed crisply, swept across the blue sky in twos and threes, and the ships rowed across the sea, spreading white foam and rippling waves.

The sea has always been so beautiful on a clear day.

It's just that on the deck, it's so tense that it's on the verge of erupting—

"Seeing an old friend, leaving without a visit - isn't it right?"

The man tilted his head, pretended to touch his chin, raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, his slender and cold eyes slightly provoked, and asked contemptuously as if he was ignorant.

Bertram crossed his hands around his chest, said nothing, smiled humbly, and then casually brushed his head against the dust that had ceased to exist on his ornate burqa, embroidered with the coat of arms, which only a Duke of the Hermann Empire had with special honors.

This seemingly casual action made the other party put away the sneer on his lips, but his eyes were more intimidating.

But Brent seemed to just happen to stop at the man's military hat that was casually buttoned on his black hair, and glanced at it, and then said slowly.

"Friends? Heinrich, I think it's more appropriate to be a colleague. ”

"Or a former colleague?" Brent added with a smile.