In the banquet hall of the Jagenke Governor's Palace, a lively drinking party was being held.

"All of you here are successful people, Jagenke can maintain such prosperity after a natural disaster, you have a lot of credit, our future will be better, everyone, please raise your glass!"

With the words of the new speaker of the parliament, Rohm, the well-dressed people raised their glasses to celebrate. Then, in groups of three or five, they talked about the topics they were interested in.

The hottest topic is, of course, the stupid Duck who brushed himself to death by brushing his reputation, and where Jaganke will go in the future.

"The Grand Fleet is back safe and sound, and the next step is to complete the post-disaster reconstruction and bereavement work. ”

"Duck was an unlucky guy, but he was quite a visionary, and this time Stanford really got his foot in. ”

"I think it's difficult, after all, it's still fighting, if they're smart enough to be soft, maybe there's a seat for them. ”

"It's a little strange to say, the tsunami and Mosaria saved Stanford's life, and their good reputation for helping the victims also added a lot of points, so it stands to reason that they should completely put down their bodies and stick to it, so why use assassination to start a new war?"

"In my opinion, Stanford has already demonstrated their economic strength, this group of nouveau riche has technology in hand, they are really not bad for money, what they are doing now is to show their military strength, let's see, they are not cripples!"

The word cripple caused a burst of laughter. The newly appointed lame governor had been in office for less than three days, and had gone home to recuperate.

Someone laughed: "Sure enough, the original sentence is answered, the cripple is always with the fool!"

At this time, Rusford was lying quietly on the bed, and in addition to his son Kushner, there was a man dressed in black.

Lu Sifu smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Anton Levi, you are now in the ascendant of the Cult of the Dark God, but I am only a governor who has passed away and is about to step down, and I am really flattered that you have taken the risk to come to visit me in person." ”

Anton Levy, a man in his forties with a tall nose and deep eyes, heard Rustford say this, and he said, "Because all of us in the church respect you. Although we have different positions, it is undeniable that many of the things you have done have contributed to maintaining stability in the North Sea region. When encountering a disaster, the first thing that comes to mind is to provide relief to the victims, and now in the Beihai officialdom, you are a rare conscience. Besides, I also have a mission on this trip. ”

Rusford laughed: "I'm old, I don't know how many days I can live, and I have believed in the sea god for a lifetime, and I am afraid it will be too late to convert to the dark god." ”

Anton Levi shook his hands: "No, no, no, the Dark God Cult will never interfere with other people's free faith, my mission is to ask you a word, just a sentence, do you think, is there still salvation for Jacques?"

Rustford was silent for a long time, tried to speak, but stopped, and then shook his head slightly.

Anton Levi patiently waited for his explanation.

Rustford mentions another topic: "I deeply regret the unexpected death of Governor Dack, whom I admire for his character and talent, I do not know...... Mr. Canedy, the current Governor of Stanford......"

"He is a close friend of Governor Duck and the successor to Governor Duck's policy, and I can assure you that there will be no change of course within Stanford. ”

Luxford's eyes were blazing: "What do you think of capital? You must know that it is money that determines all the operating mechanisms now. ”

Anton Levi is frank: "We chose Jagenke precisely because of this. Looking at the countries of the continent, all of them are enslaved by fanatical belief and ignorance, although some countries have undergone great changes, such as New Tenotiran and Arabi, etc., but the time is too short, the tradition is deep-rooted, and it is not easy to reverse it in a few decades. ”

"Your technology is amazing, but technology always has to be combined with capital to make a difference. Once this happens, it won't be long before capital will be difficult to control, and this cannot be solved, even if Stanford occupies the entire North Sea and the entire continent, it will only be a large Jacques. ”

Anton Levi smiled: "You mean, the big consortium is a cancer?"

"Not exactly, but it's very harmful. Nine times out of ten, Jacque's situation today has something to do with this. But if it is shoveled, the city will lose its vitality, because it is the nature of capital to concentrate. It's a dilemma. ”

"We've got our own way of dealing with it, so we'll see. With that, he stood up and said, "Since you say so, we have no worries. It's time for me to take my leave. ”

Rustford straightened up, "What are you going to do?"

"Please take care of yourself, Jagenke will need you in the future. We will definitely have the opportunity to meet again. As he spoke, Anton Levi turned to leave, remembered something, and instructed Kushner, "The situation has been complicated recently, you can go to the labor market in the south of the city after three o'clock this afternoon, I don't think you will refuse cheap and skilled bodyguards, right? Finally, no matter what noise you hear, don't go out, remember to remember, take your leave." ”

Anton Levi was gone, and Kushner was uneasy: "Father, it's said that it's a bodyguard, but it's actually the eyeliner of the Dark God Cult, right?

"No, do as he says, I have a sense of foreboding. This time, the big consortium is about to be in great trouble!"

In the early morning of April 21, 300 kilometers southwest of Jagenque, on the floating island of Layaste.

This is a small floating island, and after the owner of the floating island bought it, he felt that it was too far away and too remote, so he rented it to some big fishermen and went to Jagenke to enjoy the blessings.

The big fishermen sat down to mark the sea area near the floating island, and then you divided the fishing rights between you and me, and then the next thing was to outsource it again to the poor people who were not afraid of death, and they hid in Yaganke to enjoy the blessings like the owners of the floating islands.

San Diego stared at the sea ahead, and his instincts were that it was the last shark.

The old fisherman did not catch a fish for 84 days, and on the 85th day, he continued to sail out to sea with optimism, but he did not expect to catch a big fish almost the same length as his small boat, and after three days and three nights of fighting, he was dragged to the depths of the ocean by the big fish and the boat, but he finally killed his opponent and returned home with hope.

However, the blood of the big fish attracts schools of sharks.

The old fisherman was not a warrior, not a mage, but only an old spear and a knife, all of which had been damaged in the heat of battle, and he twisted the rudder from the rudder.

Eventually, the shark eats the big fish, and the boat becomes brisk.

"Come on, damn it, you can eat the last piece of meat, or you can dream of killing someone, but you don't want me to throw in the towel. ”

The shark lunged at the big fish's head and bit down on the thick jaws of the head, which were too thick to bite off. San Diego picked up the helmstick, and one of the guys struck the shark's head with too much force, and the helm broke, and he stabbed the shark with a sharp crack, and he knew that he had pierced it, so he pulled it out and wanted to pierce it a second time, at which point the shark twisted in pain and sank.

The old fisherman paused for a moment. He is already old, and even a spear cannot kill the shark with one blow. What just happened?

I killed a shark with a helmspeaker?

There was a bang, and a fair-skinned, large-eyed, black-clad girl in a black tightsuit flipped onto the boat with a bloody shark fin in her mouth.

He was so startled that he almost fell overboard. The girl quickly grabbed him.

"You...... Hello, Miss Siren. San Diego shuddered, he had never seen anything like this in his honest life.

The girl, apparently not understanding what he was saying, tapped him on the shoulder with one hand, shoved the shark's fin into her mouth with the other, took a fine shot, and then said a very high-pitched phrase into the water, which sounded like she was singing.

Then the boat moved on its own.

San Diego grabbed the side of the boat and looked down, and he saw that a dozen Siren ladies were pushing the boat quickly.

Poseidon, what have I encountered!

Miss Siren on the boat suddenly screamed a few times, and pointed excitedly to the sea in the distance. Then, a dozen or so Siren ladies all saluted in the water with a solemn face.

San Diego rubbed his eyes vigorously and vigorously, and he finally saw that six blue and white steel ships were speeding towards him. Against the background of blue sky, white clouds and blue sea, they look like a bunch of blurry combinations of color blocks. On the giant ship, the Black Moon Banner of the Cult of Darkness and the Black Eagle Twin Lightning Flag of the New Tenotiran Navy fluttered.

If it weren't for these Siren ladies, my little ship would have been smashed to pieces by a giant ship!

The old fisherman was still sighing, and a great shadow hung over him.

He looked up in surprise and sat down in fright.

It was a huge airship almost the size of a giant ship, three hundred meters long, looking like a huge round-headed shuttle, with a head painted like a shark, and a blood-red mouth full of snow-white sharp teeth, which could swallow its own boat in one bite.

In its lower abdomen, a dozen huge flame bombs the size of its own ship were suspended.

Poseidon, this, this, what is this!

Behind it, a thick cloud of giant airships.

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