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"Bang dang!"

As the two slightly heavy iron chains on his body were untied, Zhao Qian shook his head and moved the joints of his body.

He had already put the crossbow back in the ticket, and he looked at the cell door where the iron door had been opened, and then pulled out a long sword called Shower from the ticket and walked out.

"Hey, man, take me."

"Prison Breaker ......"

As I walked forward, the cells on both sides of the cell were punctuated with dirty arms and foul language.

After all, most of the people held here are outlaws adrift at sea.

"Peng!"

A piece of metal shards that were sharp on one side and rusty on the other flew towards Zhao Qian, and instinctively took a small step back and dodged.

He glanced at the instigator in the cell on his left. The bearded fellow seemed to notice the gaze of the provocateur he was looking at, and did his best to mock the nonsense he had learned in his life.

"You black-eyed, dark-haired sissy ......"

Ignoring these, Zhao Qian continued to walk forward.

Following the path that Bartholomew's men had walked, I turned a somewhat dark corridor.

By the light at the end of the corridor, Zhao Qian stood in front of the door.

The alternation of darkness and light subconsciously made him cover his eyes. Glare.

"Boom!"

The flames of war in the distance were still lit up, mixed with the pungent smell of nitrate-stone.

Standing in front of this door, Zhao Qian stopped.

-yes.

Look at the foothills, the cliff-like building height.

The Port Marseille prison was originally built on a sea cliff. In the distance, there was some salty-astringent-astringent sea breeze, and the sound of gulls muffled by the sound of artillery fire.

Really---.

He put away the long sword in his hand, and climbed down the long rope that had been prepared by Bartholomew and his gang under his feet.

But the only difference should be that they don't have a small boat to pick them up.

Thinking in the midst of suffering.

I tore a piece of the clothes on my body that had long been torn and could no longer be torn, and the rags on my hands were wrapped around them.

My feet were against the cliff wall, which was somewhat smooth and even moss-grown, and I slid down little by little.

Gliding almost three-quarters of a distance, Zhao Qian took advantage of the fading daylight and the occasional flickering of gunpowder in the distance, and saw the height below and the sea below as if there was nothing else.

I let go of my hand very directly, and used the reaction of my feet to kick the cliff wall at the end. plunged headlong into the cold water.

Sting.

With the ability to breathe underwater, Zhao Qian had not swam a few hundred meters before a boat stopped in front of him, and the boat lowered the escalator.

"Come on, young man."

An old man above showed half of his head.

Zhao Qian raised his head and looked at it, and smiled pretending to be friendly. The man above had already retracted his head.

Climb the escalator.

Just stepped onto the deck of this ship.

Several people who came out of the shadows looked at him indifferently.

Several flintlock pistols were aimed at the man in the water.

I looked at the deck not far away, and there was no old man, but there was a corpse.

It's a trap, he knows it well.

But he had to fall in, because in a sense, swimming for a long time not only consumed a lot of his physical strength, but the cold sea also took away more calories from him.

If there is a chaser of the Augst family at this time, it will undoubtedly be fatal.

It's better to join this group now.

"Hint: You've made it aboard the Valiant."

Glancing at these people with guns and vigilantly pointing at him, Zhao Qian said, his tone was like an old friend for many years. In fact, they had only known each other for a short time.

"Roberts, come out."

Speaking to the only place on the ship where people could hide, his eyes looked through the wooden deck into the cabin.

"I'm asking to be joined."

As soon as these words came out, the pirates with flintlock pistols looked at each other.

"Peng!"

There was a sound of the door opening, and a tall Western man stepped out of the cabin.

This man is completely different from the Bartholomew in prison, and he is obviously roughly dressed up and down.

A beard that had been cut off by scissors, a hair that had been simply re-groomed, and a new captain's uniform of a regular ship. The king of pirates lifted his chin slightly, completely devoid of the Welsh ruffian who had just been imprisoned.

"We meet again, my friend."

The captain shook the glass in his hand, as if he was completely in control.

"Yes."

Nodding at him, Zhao Qian seemed to have forgotten about threatening the principal with a giant crossbow just now, and the facial expression on his face was not unnatural at all. Both of them are smart people.

"I ask to join you."

"No problem."

Bartholomew nodded, as if he had expected this kind of thing for a long time, and agreed very simply. In his opinion, what is the way out for a down-and-out nobleman who has offended the forces of the great aristocracy?

On the contrary, he still had a strong bad taste for one of his noble pirates. And maybe he'll be a good man.

You must know that the blood of the Middle Ages is supreme, and even in modern times, when the scientific and technological revolution has arose, there is no shortage of believers and even worshippers. In the eyes of some pirates, having someone of noble blood under them is something to brag about.

"But." The conversation changed. "I don't know if my men disagree."

As if in response to Bartholomew's words, a person stood in front of Zhao Qian after he finished speaking, and it was the pale Sven.

The not-so-clean Western pirate smirked, and a sailor's scimitar was handed over to his companion.

Zhao Qian stood in place.

The sword was taken out of the ticket.

In the eyes of the plot characters, it was he who pulled it out of his waist. Just like the giant crossbow is made up of parts hidden in the body by default, subconsciously, the characters in the plot will think that this sword has been seen somewhere, and it is estimated that it is from which corpse's saber.

There was a sound of a ticket in his ears, and he just looked at it coldly and lost his recognition.

"Hint: You got the side quest: Pirate's Ordeal."

"Side Quest: Pirate's Ordeal."

"Difficulty: Grade E"

"Mission Goal: Kill or defeat the pirates in front of you and prove to your companions that you have the worth to join the gang."

"Quest Tip: You'd better be prepared for the possibility of attracting hatred from his friends by killing him."

"Mission suggestion: This is your first deck battle in this world, be careful."

"Duration of the mandate: none" -

Divide-Cut-Line -

In a room in the Port-of-Marseille prison, a man walked in as if no one was around.

Trample. A brand new pair of boots.

Stepping on the blood flowing on the ground left two clear footprints on the floor of this room.

"As I said earlier, I just met the warden."

The man with the long beard said, his cool tone and seriousness, enough to make many girls obsessed.

But the object of his speech was the corpses of two city guards who had long since died outside the door. On the way before, he had already killed a lot.

"Excuse me, is Fu Suos Zhao still in this prison?"

The man asked, looking at the warden who was still sitting at his desk revising the documents. The strongest man in Bartholomew's mouth in Port Marseille did not make any unnecessary movements, his back was already soaked in cold sweat, and the action of correcting the documents also seemed to tremble a little.

"Just now, just left, Mr. Teague."

"Thank you."

Edward Teague said with a blank face, as if he was genuinely saying thanks.

Turning around, he walked out.

Completely ignoring the pressure of his departure, the warden collapsed in his seat.

Outside the warden's office, there were corpses, and the guards in this prison were dead. Even if part of it has long been transferred.

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