"See what I've picked up?"

"A fish dying of thirst!"

Alvin and Jogo walked slowly along the beach, only to find a man lying in a corner, covered in blood and still bleeding, dying and looking to die.

It was the little nobleman who was attacked by a little boy, who was stabbed in the abdomen, back, arms and hands, and was seriously injured and difficult to treat, crawling into a corner, probably wanting to die quietly.

"Do you want to give you a good time? I'm a merciful person. Alvin crouched down in front of the man.

The tone of the aristocracy. The man's eyelids were heavy, but he insisted on glancing at Alwin, and found that it was a stranger, and then at Qiao Ge next to him, he closed his eyes and said nothing.

"He doesn't like you. Alvin said to Jogo.

"I don't like him either. Jogo replied.

Alvin smiled and asked, "Is this man worth helping?"

Qiao Ge crossed his arms around his chest, touched his chin with his hand, and said: "Onslow Kud, a local small nobleman, his family is also quite influential in Black Gem City, and he has done a lot of bad things, occupying people's land, dominating people's houses, and ruining people's daughters and wives, he has a share, otherwise he wouldn't have made it like this......"

"But the nobles are like that, like him...... Among the bad people, there are fewer bad things, and they are more trustworthy and reliable...... It's not impossible to give him a moment and end the pain. ”

Alvin laughed, "So, if you buy it as a slave, he won't bite back?"

Qiao Ge smiled and reminded, "He's dying, little master." You just said, a dead fish. If he were one of yours, not only would he not be able to help, but you would also have to pay for a raft, robes, or the like. ”

"Sold to you as a slave, do me a favor, and bury me in the sea. Onslow closed his eyes and said, "Thank you for your kindness." ”

There is a local tradition of burial at sea, and after death, a sackcloth and a raft are poured with oil and floated into the depths of the sea on fire.

Qiao Ge stretched out his hand, looking like he looked like this, and pursed the corners of his lips with a disdainful expression.

Alwyn smiled and said, "I'm really a fish, my slave. He reached for Onslow's shoulder.

Qiao Ge stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't throw it here, the fish still have to get off the boat, and there are corpses floating in the food, bad luck, disgusting." ”

"Oh. Alwyn answered, stood up, looked around to see no one, and beckoned to Bucklay behind him.

The knight reached out and grabbed Onslow's belt and lifted the man up, and the dying little nobleman snorted in pain and fainted, one step closer to death, but not yet.

Alvin gestured to go together, and Jogo shook his head, he had more important things to care about, and his eyes swept towards the docks.

It was noon, and the boats at the wharf were very crowded, and the people returning from fishing were busy up and down, and as soon as the boats docked, Qiaogo's men first took half of the fish away for military supplies, and the other half were supplied to everyone.

There is a shortage of food, and now that the famine on the island is serious, the victims are still coming to the beach, hoping to pick up a small fish that has leaked between the fingers of the people who fight the sea, so as to feed their stomachs and even continue their lives.

Fishermen, porters, vendors waiting to buy food, and refugees make the scene a little messy and crowded.

The Departure Point was lined up at the back of the next ship, Nahor was on board to arrange, Hadley escorted him, and Honora led thirty men to stand by, and behind him lined up in a long line, and as soon as the ship docked, the grain obtained was transported directly to the front line.

Alvin led the way, and Buckley carried Onslow around a low wall.

"Wake up, open your eyes, don't play dead. ”

Bucklay slapped him in the face, and the little nobleman slowly opened his eyes, looking at the sea, looking around, looking at Alvin and Buckley.

"I ......"

“...... Not dead. When you are about to die of thirst, throw your half-dead fish back into the sea, and as a result, the relief comes. You're lucky to have met me. ”

"Chest and back......" Onslow touched the location of the wound.

“...... The fatal wound healed, I did, congratulations on meeting the God of Savior. ”

"How, how, maybe?"

"I know it's hard to understand, so I'm going to give you a little bit of a tail to demonstrate. ”

Alwin pulled the little nobleman's arm, the two knife wounds were still oozing blood, his hand pinched, pulling the wound, Wenslow snorted in pain, in the blink of an eye, it was bleeding, and in the blink of an eye, the wound healed and was intact, but the blood stains on the skin were still bright red.

"That's it. Alvin clapped his hands and stood up.

This is a difficult thing to understand, the corners of Wenslow's mouth twitched slightly, his mouth was half open, his chest was lying together, his two eyes were round, and the whole person was stupid.

"It's ......"

“...... Magic. I'm a magician. ”

Although the body of the little nobleman recovered, the brain did not seem to recover, so as if he had received an electric shock, and his mind was in a state of half-dementia and half-dementia.

"You saved my life. It took him a long time before he realized, "As a slave, my life is yours." With that, he fell to his knees and kowtowed.

It's kind of funny, things are much easier, and Alvin took a deep breath.

He hoped that Qiao Ge was not lying, because Onslow was a trustworthy man, and in that case, he would be able to help if he repaid the favor.

Of course, as a hostile force, there is no need for Qiao Ge to say good things for the other party.

Looking around, Jogo stared in the direction of the docks, and now all attention was focused on the largest of the Initiators, and the cargo that had been carried from it.

The deal was made - at least for now, and with Jogo's line, it would be much easier to move around the island, and even add some helpers.

However, he still knows too little, in order to find the Clippers and understand Viscount Chris, he needs to contact the classes that have dealt with the lord, and it is necessary to buy or win over a few down-and-out nobles, such as Winslow in front of him, this is just the beginning, and more people are needed to search for information and intelligence.

He crouched down and whispered to the little nobleman.

Winslow listened quietly, his eyes lit up, his eyes lit up, his eyes widened, and then, after a few answers, he lowered his head again, pondered, and asked a few questions from time to time.

Alwyn patiently answered, then muttered to the other side, and after a moment of silence, Winslow nodded.

Finally, Alwyn pressed his shoulders and stood up, handed Winslow a money bag, and the little nobleman got up, climbed over the wall, and ran around the corner and disappeared.

"He'll keep his word, won't he?" Alvin asked.

No one can say for sure, Buckley shrugged his shoulders.

"Try your luck?"

Bucklay knew that Alvin was talking to himself, but did not answer.

At the other end of the wall, the boy's eyes peered through the gap, and when Winslow got up, looking completely unharmed, and trotted away, his mouth wide open in shock, and his eyes were like rusty lockhearts, and he couldn't turn.

Immediately, he understood what had happened, as if he had been knocked unconscious with a hammer, and slid down softly, leaning against the broken wall, staring at the ground, for a moment, and then, twitching his nose, he slammed up, and stabbed down with a boning knife into the wall.

The little boy cast a hateful and venignant look at Alwin's back.

Someone peeked at me, and Alwyn suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the little boy: in the sky, a familiar golden streak streaked in the direction of the Black Jewel City.

"Who's watching me?" Astrice flew, paused and looked down, "There are so many people, it's a ...... Is there a war? haha...... It's messy...... I love ......"