"Do...... Chemical element...... Boom!"

The sharp knife plunged into the window again and again, and again and again, and again and again, and passed the time with little tricks to relieve boredom, and it was obvious that the man was in a very bad mood.

"President Triss of the Scavengers, in obedience to the call of the City Hall, sailed to the North Sea aboard the converted merchant ship Penguin. After all, his reputation as the fourth knight was very eye-catching, and many of the knight captains of the city guard were disdainful on the surface, but in fact, they had long been impatient with him being so swaggering. Therefore, the confrontation with the three North Sea countries jointly pushed Aldrich Triss to the front line. ”

This man stopped his boring little tricks and quietly raised his head, revealing hollow sunken eyes in the dim sunlight, it was none other than the leader of the Black Knight Order of the Underworld, the leader of the Iron Brotherhood in second place, the Dead-Eyed Knight Got Fred.

The melancholy tone was not without the gloom of the fallen leaves in late autumn: "Everything is ready, and there are enough hostages, but at the critical moment, His Excellency Tris, who has always been extremely strong and close to the Night Watchman, actually obediently accepted the conscription order. Didn't he know what it meant to be at war with the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, which had been established by the Harolds, even in the old days when there were many gods, they dared to rob the northern kingdoms over and over again, and were extremely keen on such a priceless trade. ”

"Lord Fred, he is, after all, a respectable knight, who adheres to the virtues of tradition and surprisingly maintains a very high source of faith. ”

As the brains of the Brotherhood of Steel, Professor Griffin from Rotin College couldn't help but speak to convince him: "Monopolizing all the interests of the Northern Sea Route, how much ancestral blood the descendants of pirates still have is not known yet. However, without the support of the gods of Odin behind them, the hastily formed coalition of the four northern countries easily drove them into the sea, and it is conceivable that the weakness of the Harolds can be imagined. Perhaps returning to their ancestral home, which is frozen all year round, the biting cold storm and snow have sharpened their tenacious character, but compared to before, we have also made great progress, and the initial contact and engagement will definitely catch the three Beihai countries off guard. ”

"You mean that Lord Triss saw the right moment to take the call and prepare to go to the North Sea to obtain military merit and seniority, and if his purpose is as you say, then Aldrich is not a pure knight. ”

Professor Griffin couldn't help but laugh: "Oh my God, Lord Fred, when is it now, and who will remain pure? Even in the semi-closed Rotin Academy, those small nobles who are kind on the surface have divided into many social circles with each other. ”

"His Excellency Aldrich Triss has been able to get to his current position in less than a year, Deputy Chief of the Night Watchman, Fourth Knight of Eastwood City, President of the Scavengers' Guild, Impartial of the Docklands, Founder of the Warehouse Management Committee, Honorary President of the Fisheries Association, and a stealth boss with a transcendent status, establishing his own 'family'. He's going to be a pure knight? absolutely not!"

The Dead-Eyed Knight Got Fred pondered for a long time and nodded in agreement: "Griffin, you're right, I'll admit it's a bit contemptuous. ”

The alchemy professor of Rotin Academy frowned: "Fred, be modest, it's not good for you. You who draw from arrogance should arm yourself with self-confidence and vanity. ”

"Griffin, as a Dead-Eyed Knight, the occasional show of humility doesn't affect my source, it just accepts the reality, and as the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel, I still have this measure. ”

Skipping the topic that made the atmosphere awkward, Professor Alchemy turned to the hostages, and because of his status as a think tank, he could not replace the decision of His Excellency Fred, so he could only tactfully ask for instructions on how to deal with it.

"Now that His Excellency Aldrich Triss has left Eastwood City, these men are of no use, and the long-awaited fight must be postponed, so let them go for granted. Of course, we have to do a pretty job and not make the scavengers suspicious. I think kidnapping and asking for ransom is enough, Griffin, what do you think?"

"The scavengers union has had a good journey, and it's time to suffer a bit. Lord Fred, I'll take care of it, just leave it to me. ”

The Dead-Eyed Knight put away his knife: "The Grey Shroud has been hit repeatedly, and its strength is still growing, thanks to the two Knights of Wands, using this as a call to attract and attract people. If we are to maintain our current position, we must not be distanced, and if the conclusion is correct, we must find at least one traditional knight as soon as possible. Aldrich Triss on a boat to the North Sea can't count on, Griffin, can I trust you?"

"There are a lot of country knights who have come to Eastwood recently, and I've already identified three targets, but they are all young and may not have honed their skills, so please try to take it as easy as possible when you fight. ”

"So what are we waiting for?" Dead Eye Knight Gort Fred was a little impatient, if it weren't for his identity here, he would have directly let the wise man Griffin lead the way.

Inadvertently, after supporting Congressman Anse Claire in his re-election campaign, Aldrich found himself caught in a whirlpool, and countless invisible hands, premonitions from the losers and their supporters, could not help the members of the House of Representatives and hit the idea on his head.

After asking the Night Patrol Captain Ruif West and the City Guard's Captain Langton Maurice, both friends advised him to stay out of the limelight, just as the enlistment of the Western Customs Union was issued, and Tris was also interested in going out for a walk.

Entrusting the scavengers' union to the Grand Steward Gorgau and the loyal lords, she spent two nights and a day with Lady Lovette's newlywed, leaving behind three precious gems collected by the underground temple of the Snake Mine to relieve her financial pressure.

Perhaps in order to keep Rowett busy and live a fulfilling life, Aldrich sold part of his brewery shares, about 10%, and allowed her to intervene in the operation and distribution.

At this good news, Lady Lovette, who had been living a tight life, was overjoyed, and knew the true meaning of Tris's phrase "I will be responsible", and tried to squeeze all the juice out of her knight.

Aldrich's temperance made Aldrich tactfully refuse Lovett's retention, in the name of the conscription order, which made the sensible and righteous noble lady obediently shut her mouth, and did not completely empty Triss.

It was only her overnight efforts that Aldrich, who boarded the Penguin, which had been converted into a warship, had his feet floating as if he were stepping on cotton until the lunchtime dinner - it was clear that the knights of the king of the land were not well adapted to the bumpy and undulating life on a ship.

Without retching with an empty stomach, he was already stronger than most people, and he didn't want the sailor to see the joke, and it was not a good feeling to forcibly endure it.

At night, Aldrich, who chose to sleep in a hammock, had adapted to the unexpected swing, and he rarely had a good night's sleep, unlike the knight on the bed, who always had trouble falling asleep after tossing and turning.

Over the course of three days, the Penguin's rookie was able to eat and sleep soundly, mingle and mingle, mingle in small circles, and hone his martial arts with the spacious deck and rope-wound stakes.

Infantry combat and broadside combat were two different things, they had to learn from scratch, but fortunately the foundation was very strong, the veteran sailors gave a little mention and demonstration, and the knights, adventurers, criminals, and all the ambitious men who came in response to the call soon became active again.

During this period, Aldridge showed some of his strength, although he did not use any kind of knightly skills, and he continued to gather people with eyesight, after all, there are few real fools in the world, and Tris did not trust these people who approached him with the same purpose, at least he did not dare to give his back to them to guard.

There are private rumors that Aldridge is too strong and seems to be a little unapproachable, and there are many people who believe and leave, but there are a few people who persist and do not waver.

Also from the declining country manor, the knight of the Rings, Phils Bargan, who had an adventurous career for half a year, kept the oath of poverty, his real age was only thirty-two years old, but he was older than a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, his beard was unkempt, and his clothes were patched in despair, but his eyes were very sharp, like a cold blade, and he often swept around other people's necks and vital points, and few people could bear it, so he seemed a little lonely and unsociable.

Only Tris, who was from the same background, could understand the frustration of the knight of Bargan, and tolerated him to stay with him. After getting along for a long time, from the usual conversation, and also knowing what happened to Aldrich, Fils couldn't help but sigh, and then resolutely chose to hug the big legs.

Aldrich was not very receptive to the use of profit and future earnings as a link, but for the time being, no one could pay more than himself, so he acquiesced in the possession of Phils Bargan and swore in his family's name that he would have a place in the scavengers' union.

The same is true of the other two down-and-out knights, if it weren't for this status, Tris would not have accepted them, and as for other adventurers who saw the opportunity to approach again, or people with ulterior motives, it would be difficult to knock on Aldrich's heart.

After ten days of sailing downwind, the Penguin and other ships with thickened boards, ballistas and other weapons rested for a day in the coastal city of Baifan Harbor, replenished fresh water and food, and then sailed out into the open sea.

The three countries of Beihai learned the news from secret channels, but they didn't care, the cities of the West Earth are all landlubbers, and they are only laymen at best for naval battles, and the strongest Damac country in the Ice and Snow Alliance, whether it is the nobles or civilians, they all scoff at it, and they just sent twenty warships to follow the cargo fleet to maintain the safety of the route, of course, there must be at least one bloody centurion on board.

The centurions of the Harolds, that is, berserkers with extraordinary strength against a hundred, they belong to the same heroic descendants as the barbarians of the Western Highlands, but they have been separated for so long that everyone has forgotten that there is a distant relative of blood.

The Penguin and other warships scattered their nets to search, and the Lady of Aircraft Vitellia always favored Aldrich, and after spending three days of fishing competitions without any gain, she found a convoy of fourteen cargo ships on a small island suspected of being a cargo transit on the Northern Sea Route.

It felt good to catch a turtle in an urn, but the leader of the Penguin, a veteran knight captain from the Eastwood City Guard, didn't plan to call for help from friendly ships, but chose to go it alone.

The hastily converted Penguin, a cargo merchant ship, cut into the entrance of the harbor with its fat body in armor and raised the pirate's black sails without scruples and brutality, and soon attracted the leading warships to protect the safety of the fleet.

The long oars on both sides of the ship rattled against the wind and quickly approached the well-prepared Penguin, "poof...... The ballistae fixed on the deck began to exert force, and the stone projectiles tumbled downwind and smashed into Damac's battleships, most of which landed on the sides of the narrow hull, stirring up high columns of water, and of course there were occasional lucky hits, and the destructive power was astonishing in their passing.

An ordinary sailor would break his head and bleed at the lightest, or break his hands and feet at the worst, and even be smashed into a pile of blurred flesh, which made the captain's eyes burst out of anger when he underestimated the battle damage.