Despite being of different lines, one was the Deputy Chief of the Night Patrol at the City Hall and the other was the Grand Knight of the City Guard, the reconciling of the Penguin reunited the hearts of the Penguin, and the ship's accountant led four clerks to count the spoils of Lord Aldrich Triss.

Although the merchant ships of the three North Sea countries handed over thirty percent of the goods, or the equivalent of precious stones and other valuables, the caravan composed of fourteen sea ships all looted, and the harvest was still considerable.

For all the high-quality furs, spirits, caviar and other goods belonging to his name, Aldrich valued the various standard weapons emptied from the combat readiness compartment of the dragon warship, the rusty cluster of pig iron arrows, the moldy wooden grip, and the "wooden stick" lacking the bowstring, seeing this scene, Lord Triss couldn't help but shake his head.

Soon he noticed barrels of clear animal fat, which had been half-frozen and condensed into a yellowish and white ointment due to the cold weather, and twitched his nose and sniffed a faint fishy smell, which seemed to be contaminated with debris and caused by slight deterioration.

"It's a shame that it can't be eaten, it can only be used as fuel to soak rockets. ”

As the chatter began, someone soon picked up the topic, and it was not surprising that the chief knight, Martin Opry, who was more experienced in this area, did not hesitate to pick up the ointment on the rim of the barrel with his fingers, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and quickly spit it out.

"The smell of seals is also mixed with some fish fat, resulting in a strong fishy smell, and it is estimated that the storage time is very short, and it should be made in the near future, not a strategic reserve. ”

Aldrich was a little surprised: "It's unbelievable that the armaments of the three countries of the North Sea are so lax, do the Harolds think that the North Sea belongs to them." ”

"Perhaps because of the number of victories we won over the northern kingdoms a hundred years ago, even if the last settlement was uprooted, driven out to sea by the coalition forces, and forced back to our ancestral home to recuperate, we still stubbornly believe that the prestige of our ancestors can still deter us. It's really a bit incredible, but from another angle, this is also human nature, and the sense of superiority is the most ridiculous emotional precipitation. ”

Martin Opry sarcastically remarked, intentionally or unintentionally, but unfortunately the unmoved appearance of Lord Triss made him a little frustrated, and then remembered that the knight in front of him was a great man who had completed the battle of the wheel of the hundred, so he immediately lowered his posture after waking up, which made him feel inexplicable sadness and indignant humiliation.

In Eastwood City, the chief knight of the city guard is firmly over the deputy chief of the night patrol knights, regardless of his authority or status, don't underestimate the rank gap is only one order, which is also a gap that many civilian knights cannot cross, even if Aldrich is from the family of the city founder.

Buckner One, who had been demoted from captain to helmsman, took off his three-cornered hat and asked His Excellency Martin Opry if he would like to dock and rest, after all, the Penguin has been sailing for half a month, and both the crew and the adventurers accompanying the ship need to relax their tired bodies, and the tense mood can only be eased by stepping on solid land with their feet on solid land.

The crescent-shaped island was not very populated, but only served as a transit point for the trade routes of the three North Sea countries, and after a moment of thought, the Knight Captain decided to respect the opinion of the original captain of the Penguin.

In order not to disturb the island's inhabitants, Martin Opry motioned for the sailors to lower the pirate flags, which were deliberately used to humiliate the three North Sea countries, and replaced them with the colorful pennants of merchant ships. As the ominous black sails slowly descended, through four sets of pulley cables kept rotating alternately, dozens of basin-sized colored flags were waved in the wind.

However, it didn't take long for the fat penguin, fully clad in armor, to defeat and tame a dragon warship, and approach the harbor with brisk steps, and despite the goodwill of the island, the inhabitants of the island could easily see that the modified warship was preparing to take over the moon island with a great victory.

The Harolds hid in their homes, locked the deadbolts to prevent the hateful and terrible "pirates" from forcibly entering the island and plundering them, and the inhabitants of other identities were also a little uneasy, and after a short discussion, a few stupid and bold men were left in charge of the port to deal with them, including tax collectors, pilots, and porters, and then they dispersed in a hurry, most of them gathered in the tavern with weapons in hand, and waited with bated breath for the impending fate.

The Penguin, which was unaware of the nearby shipping lanes and hydrographic maps, would not have dared to dock without the guidance of buoys mounted on hollow barrels.

The pilot, who was over 50 years old and did not have very dexterous legs, guided the "merchant ships" with the stern of the ship followed by the dragon warship to land safely in a common flag language. The gray-haired tax collector shuddered and took a handful of silver from his pocket, ignoring the dozens of sailors who had landed one after another, but secretly estimated the number of people, and was surprised to find that there were too many excesses, and most of them were armed adventurers.

The tax collector who was about to retire secretly hated in his heart: "Tsk! A bunch of straw chickens who can't get on the table." ”

As he scolded, he was surprised to notice that there were a few misfits falcons in the flock, and they showed a little grace compared to the bandit-like adventurers.

"Perhaps, these men are knights. ”

The pilot and the tax collector exchanged glances and nodded lightly in tacit understanding, apparently the two of them had thought of going together. If this piece of information is sold, it will be worth a lot of money.

Accustomed to the bumpy and undulating life on the ship, and re-stepping on solid land, even Aldrich, who had the strongest physique, inevitably felt a little dizzy, but he only shook his head slightly, and solved the problem that was bothering him. Others swayed from side to side, like drunken drunks, stumbling toward the harbor's taverns, which were full of armed and guarded residents with their wives and daughters.

The adventurer, who had no overnight rations, had exhausted his modest savings in order to board the Penguin, which had been converted into a warship, and the "sailors", who had intended to pay the wine on credit, were fortunate enough to share the profits before disembarking to Lord Aldrich Triss, who had reaped the rich booty and the salary that had been specially evened out.

Throwing a handful of silver deller, shouting for the bartender to open the best drink, and the unbridled laughter caused the displeasure of many Moon Island residents, but the act of paying the money and the scene of fair trading made them understand that the other party did not come ashore with malicious intent.

The barrels were open to fist-sized corks, and the clear yellow and translucent wine soon filled the entire wooden trough, and the Penguin crew stumbled up their tin cups to scoop the wine, and the food that accompanied the meal was filled with copper plates for them to use, and they ate the oily roasted meat, the chicken cutlets cut into even small pieces, and the burnt bread, they ate happily, sometimes in contention, and sometimes clashed over them.

All this was no different from the sailors of ordinary merchant ships, and the inhabitants of Moon Island breathed a sigh of relief and left through the back door in twos and threes, and the originally crowded tavern quickly became empty, and the shopkeeper who counted the silver deleur did not pay attention to where the guests came from, and his eyes only had shining silver coins, greedy like a dragon.

Aldrich Triss and Martin Opry cruised back and forth in the harbour's taverns, and the performance of the adventurers on board, or rather a show, was just passing the test, but it was able to dispel the islanders.

When the wine was hot and the atmosphere turned hot, Aldrich walked into the tavern with the sign of the rudder and the anchor at the door, and the few who were not drunk saw him enter, immediately closed their mouths and fell silent, most of them did not realize that the Fourth Knight was around, and they still ate and drank to vent the stress of the boring life on the ship for most of the month.

The young bartender, infected by the lively atmosphere, was forced to drink a few glasses of spirits, the sea breeze and the sun had not faded from the childishness on his face, drunkenly let go of all his guard, saw a new strange guest come to the bar, banged, and put down a tin glass.

Seeing Aldrich's terrible slaughter of a dragon warship, they all thought that he would be angry because of it, but the "Fourth Horseman" didn't care, picked up the corner of the tin cup and scooped most of the wine in the trough, and talked to the bartender without a match.

Such a well-getting knight is still a darer with a heart that is only seen in his life, and they make eye contact with each other for a while, and then return to the joy of talking and laughing, and eating and drinking wantonly—since someone pays, of course they will not politely refuse.

The bartender and Aldrich had a good conversation, probably because he was drunk, and the young man with a big tongue, after being befriended by the sophisticated Triss, quickly shook out the details of the situation on Moon Island.

With this information in mind, the slender knight then inquired about the customs of the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, a topic that apparently seriously provoked the young bartender, who spoke of his homeland in an unusually proud tone, though his knowledge was limited, and most of it relayed the trivial chatter of merchant sailors passing through Moon Island while resting in the tavern.

The two of them spoke of the strongest warrior, and the bartender first recommended the bloody centurion, and his tone was very respectful, but unfortunately most of the people present had witnessed how Aldrich Triss had strangled the berserker in just a few rounds, so they let out a good-natured scoff.

His face turned red instantly, and it was obvious that the young man had also looked out to sea earlier, and witnessed the dragon warship lowering its flag at half-mast to admit defeat, and his indignation and humiliation made him put aside some scruples.

"Berserker is nothing, we have the stronger Storm Knight, and roam the clouds in the Vulture Eagle, which can cover this tavern with its wings outstretched. They wield the Hammer of Thunder and Lightning, calling out thunder from the depths of the sky and smashing ancient glaciers harder than steel with a single blow. ”

The bartender saw the surprise on the faces of the surrounding observers as expected, and even the guests who chatted with him and were faintly respected by everyone in the vicinity, and whose status was obviously different, showed a cautious and thoughtful expression.

All this made the young man who leaked his secrets unabashedly and his heart feel heartily happy, and he actually heard rumors about the storm knight who surpassed the berserker and flew in the sky, but it was inevitable that he would be a little proud of the "merchant ship" that could deter the conquest of a dragon warship.

Aldrich, who grew up in a semi-enclosed environment in Eastwood, the interior of the Western Soil, is still very new to the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, and the so-called Storm Knight, due to the transformation of a special large eagle eagle into an air cavalry, coupled with the thunderbolt hammer that the bartender said, will inevitably make him feel bad.

"This new information must be confirmed as soon as possible, and targeted precautions must be taken in advance. The most powerful air cavalry, which also has the means of long-range attack, is a nightmare. ”

Having drunk the little remaining wine, Aldrich put down the tin cup, attached another silver deloe, and instead of asking for change, he tore open a piece of bread, put a steaming roast meat into it, and walked out as he ate.

He went to the chief knight, Martin Opry, the head of the Penguin, and the small Moon Island, a narrow harbor that he saw through at a glance, quickly found his target, exchanged information collected by each other, and even complemented each other, so as to discover an astonishing fact.

"The gods of Odin foresaw their fate and left their theocratic weapons in the North Seas in advance, and the Harolds found Thor's Hammer of Destruction and succeeded in creating a storm knight that may be small in number, but too threatening to destroy all the vanguard ships, including the Penguin. ”

Aldridge silently finished his simple lunch, and did not say a word about the words of the chief knight Martin Opry, who was proficient in the occult, and did not encounter a fight with the Storm Knight, so it is difficult to estimate the probability of winning the battle, although the information gathered so far is enough to prove that the other party is extraordinary, and he is not lacking in ground-to-air attack means to deal with it.

"Send the eagle! Bad news always comes first!"