Marseille, France, Zhao Qian squatted quietly in the prison in the port of Marseille, he seemed to have nothing to talk about.

The Porto Marseille Prison, near the dragon and snake city of Marseille, is a prison built entirely for pirates, and occasionally for troublemakers in taverns "protected" by the City Guard.

From the time he killed Woodes Ogst, it's been a month.

The protagonist of this great case, which caused a sensation in the city of Paris and even in France, was not sentenced to death by hanging, as some were in a hurry.

He was exiled, stripped of his title of nobility, which the plebeians could only look up to, and sent to the Harbour Prison of Marseille, where the division of power was still in the hands of the Chels family, but bordered by the Augst family. Wait for the final treatment.

The younger Duke of Chels was waiting for the old lord of Augst to increase his bargaining chips so that he could sell the benefactor of the family at a reasonable price.

However, in the second week after the talent was delivered, the old fellow who had been fighting with the old Duke of Chels for decades fell ill because he could not bear the bad news of the death of his only parent.

Therefore, Zhao Qian is still half-dead in prison.

He is actually in a good state of mind now, and his eyes are still bright, especially after comprehending his strength. There seemed to be something gurgling in the veins of his body, and he could feel it, but there was only a trace of it.

Outside the prison window is the annoying cries of seagulls and the chorus of waves crashing on the shore.

"It's your turn."

"Put your bets down!"

Inside the prison, several of his so-called cellmates were shouting in a circle. With a few cracked dice and broken bowls found out of nowhere, I was happy in the passionate misery of the somewhat dimly lit prison.

The jailer on the side looked at the stained dice spinning in the broken bowl, but he didn't mean to take care of them.

Because one of them gaged him with a delicious rum and a glittering gold franc.

Zhao Qian sat under the window of this prison, and had no intention of joining the gambling game.

Many inmates in the nearby prison looked enviously at this side, looking at the guy in the corner who looked a little out of place, eager to replace him.

But many knowledgeable people cast a look of fear at the two distinctly different shackles on the half-race prisoner's wrists and ankles.

This is a chain that is specially used for some powerful first mate captains, and those who can be shackled with this kind of chain are all the strongest among criminals.

Therefore, even the criminals in the same prison as Zhao Qian did not want to bully the newcomers.

The only two who don't have long eyes are honest after being knocked out a few teeth that day.

He sat on the board in the corner, looking thoughtfully at the hint that had just appeared last night, because after he was caught and shackled, the main quest three was gray, that is, it could not be completed.

"Hint: For some reason, the main quest three is forced to change and you are deducted 100 travel points. The difficulty of the current mission has been increased to C+. ”

"Depending on the permissions, you can get information, and the next time you change the main quest, you will be deducted 1000 travel points."

"You get Main Mission 3 (Change): The Prison Escapee's Choice."

"Brief Description: The name of the madman Fussosi has made you thunderous in the ears of many criminals, and they have begun to respect or envy you because of your name. It also makes you feel less guilty about the mistakes you made because of the excitement of the moment. Instead, you crave to escape from your cage. Get back what is rightfully yours, like your ship and fame. ”

"Mission Description: There will be a feast of the guilty and the closing of the Avengers tonight, and the combined action of the two forces will make tonight even more confusing, and the defense of this prison will be more and more lax."

"Objective: To escape from this prison alive, either by following the escape planners or on your own. But the premise must be that you become the first mate or captain of the Brave. ”

"Duration of the mission: None."

"Mission tip: Be careful, you have a lot more enemies than you think."

"Mission Tip: Tonight isn't here to save you, it's another guy. But his crime is much more vulgar than yours, drunk and smashed things in the tavern without paying. ”

Since you have done something recklessly, you must be mentally prepared to be reckless.

Sitting in the corner, Zhao Qian watched coldly as the guys played here with some simple bets, francs, eight riyals, marks, and shillings. There are even some worthless necklace pendants pressed on.

He had already checked himself, the gunshot wound that night had long since healed, and the weapon had been recovered from the ticket space after he had killed someone. And the wolf tooth necklace around his neck is estimated to be too poor, so he was not favored by the escort soldiers who are famous for their outstanding oil and water.

Only some of the world's money given by the station is missing. But so what? The shackles on his hands and feet were obviously specially made for himself, and the iron chains alone were as thick as half of an adult's arm, and they were also tattooed with dense patterns that he couldn't understand.

After a few more glances, he completely lost interest.

Judging from the tips on the ticket, the person to be saved should be in the same prison as himself.

Glancing at the guys who were gambling there, it was not clear who they really were in this group. It's not necessary to scan them one by one, because there are a few guys who are just as uninterested in this kind of little game as he is.

And Zhao Qian can still see that most of them are ordinary people.

"Ding-to-go."

There was another clatter of dice entering the bowl, and the jailer here had already lost interest in looking, and sat down somewhere in the corner in front of him to set up a simple table and chair, and drank the wine sent by someone who didn't know it.

The aroma of wine is overflowing.

"Gollum."

It is not known who swallowed saliva in the cell.

"That's right, it's definitely Golden Crown Rum, just ...... with me"

One guy was muttering somewhere, and the other prisoners were going about their own things as if they were numb.

In the dimly lit cells, through the flickering torches on the walls, Zhao Qian looked through the iron bars at the prisoners who were lying or sitting one after another.

There are no clues at all.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Recharge your batteries.