In a gorgeous manor house in the border area of Molai and Trera, a handsome young man is reading a book.

He looked calm and didn't seem to care about anything, but if you look closely, you will find that he is completely absent-minded, holding the book in his hand and not turning a page for half a day.

Behind him, a butler in a black gown stood silently, motionless, like a statue.

There was silence in the study, as if there was no one.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps, and a middle-aged man rushed in, his face full of anger and sadness: "Hal they were executed in the name of pirates!"

He exclaimed, "Damn the lizards! They actually put Hal to death for such a crime!"

The young man's body shook and he dropped the book on the table.

But he didn't react more, but took several deep breaths in quick succession before closing the book and setting it aside.

"It shows that they are not exposed. He said.

"Hal, they are the most loyal and reliable people! Even death can't make them succumb!" said the middle-aged man loudly.

The young man nodded: "Then, this matter will end here." ”

"What?!, aren't we avenging them?" the middle-aged man asked in surprise.

The young man sighed: "No. Hal and they sacrificed themselves to help us keep our secrets. What we have to do is to keep this secret so that their sacrifices are not in vain, neither the Guerrilla Knight nor the Dragon Slayer are easy characters to deal with, and killing either of them will require careful layout and strong manpower...... That way, even if they die, the matter will still be exposed. ”

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

With this sigh, his originally tall body became a little rickety, and he looked like he was ten years older.

"But...... We can do something else. Something suddenly occurred to the young man, and he said, "We can't trouble the lizardmen, but we can trouble the smugglers." ”

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up with a bloodthirsty and vicious light, and his momentum immediately recovered.

"You're right! The secrets they kept with their lives must not be leaked by those smugglers!"

The young man looked at him, and after a few seconds, he said, "Don't make it too exaggerated, it's not good to attract attention." ”

"I'll get a necromancer. The middle-aged man replied.

The young man frowned, wanting to say something, but finally he didn't say it, and sighed lightly: "Okay, remember, you must do it clean!"

"Don't worry!" said the middle-aged man with a smile, "Necromancers are the most professional, and no one should try to find any valuable clues from the corpses they have cleaned up." ”

With that, he turned to leave, his steps hurried, obviously in a hurry.

The young man was silent for a long time, and then whispered, "Maybe I shouldn't let him do this." ”

"He has to vent, otherwise he will be sick. The butler, who had been silent, spoke, "Although they are only distant relatives of each other, he has a good relationship with Hal, and he has always been very optimistic about Hal. ”

"I've always been very optimistic about Hal!" the young man sighed, "I thought he would grow into a good naval commander, but I didn't expect him to die like this." ”

"Fate is unpredictable. ”

"Yes, the god of fate is a strange wizard, and no one understands what he wants to do......" The young man bowed his head and opened the book again.

The sun shines through the windows in late spring and early summer and falls on the pages. The pages of the book made of the finest lambskins are all about the behavior and habits of the pirate king Barbarossa.

As one of the heads of the special department "Shark Hunting" of the Republic of West Brulyka, his main job is to collate and check this information, study, simulate and improve the specific battle plan.

Three generations of Shark Hunters have been replaced, but to this day, they are still not fully prepared. He will never forget his grandfather, who was the first generation leader of "Shark Hunting", who was still muttering to himself when he was dying, muttering that "he was not able to complete the mission".

Maybe he won't live to complete his mission, but fortunately, their target has a long lifespan, and the legendary pirate who is only a little over three hundred years old has at least three or four hundred years of peak life, which is enough for the West Bunlyka people to be fully prepared to finally wipe it out.

When the time comes, the navy of West Bun Leka will open the way with the blood of the Pirate King and march south. The rabble of the Southern Isles did not want to resist their divine might, and by the time the merfolk reacted, at least a third of the entire Southern Islands would fall into their hands.

It would be an extremely vast sea, close to the entire land of West Brulyka!

When that great cause succeeded, he and the members of the previous generations of "Shark Hunting" really paid off. The sacrifices of Hal and others were not in vain.

Until then, there are only two things they have to do: preparation, and patience.

On the other hand, Yunero is also patient.

He tried to resist the urge to lead his troops out to a big battle, and every day he cut the targets in the training ground to pieces, using this method to vent his excess energy.

Dragonmen are an aggressive race, and berserkers are an aggressive profession, and the combination of the two makes him unconsciously become more and more fierce and aggressive, like a bear that has just woken up from hibernation, desperately seeking to fight and kill in order to calm his inner impulses.

But reason told him that he must now endure that he was already the head of a faction, that he no longer fed the whole family without hunger, that he had no qualifications to be willful, and that he was not free to do whatever he wanted.

So he tried to endure, and then the more he endured, the more irritable he became.

The panda watched and roared, smashing a dozen targets made of hardwood into a pile of rotten wood slag with his fist, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "I think you should consider finding Liu Daoqing to learn the Nanhua Sutra, this skill is very good for suppressing the demons in your heart." ”

"I'm just grumpy, not a demonic attack!"

"Is there a big difference?" asked the panda, "and I've never seen anyone break nearly thirty targets in a day just because of his short temper...... Is it okay to be so short-tempered? Could it be that the reference you use is Jingba?"

Yunero was amused by him, and after laughing, he said, "What the hell are you!" I pondered...... Even if I use a dog as a metaphor, I should use a Tibetan mastiff or something...... Although Jingba is fierce, it has no combat effectiveness. ”

"Tibetan mastiffs are in danger of you! I have never seen a Tibetan mastiff that can bite many targets in a day. When one of my senior brothers went north to break into the rivers and lakes, there was once a nouveau riche who pulled a few Tibetan mastiffs to show his majesty, and he kicked them all to death. ”

"Shen Te compares martial arts masters with dogs...... You guys have to have longer arms, that's a shrunken version of the gorilla, you have the ability to fight the feline, what kind of hero is bullying the canine!"

"Huh, have you already developed the same kind of consciousness?"

Yune Ruo was so angry that he grabbed the axe next to him and slashed it without saying a word, the panda smiled, waved his sword and counterattacked, and the two of them fought in the martial arts training arena.

This fight lasted for almost half an hour, and finally the more the fight became more and more violent, and the whole person almost became red, Yunero was a step higher, and swung the tomahawk to break the training sword used by the panda, and the unedged tomahawk still had terrible power, smashing heavily on his chest, smashing his blood wildly and turning away.

After a few minutes, Yunero contacted the panda in a private chat.

"I'm sorry...... I also don't understand why I'm getting more and more irritable. ”

"It's nature, it's unthinkable. ”

"So what should I do?"

"Maybe you should consider adapting to it. ”

Yunero pondered for a moment and nodded, "You're right, I should try to accept this violentness from the bottom of my heart...... If it goes on like this, maybe I'm going to have a demonic attack. ”

"It's good that you can understand, and it's not in vain that I accompanied you to fight this scene. ”

"You made it to me on purpose, if you were serious and swung your sword at the beginning, I wouldn't have had time to fully enter the berserk state...... Also, the move where your sword broke just now was definitely deliberate...... No, you've been deliberately waterproof from the beginning! How can anyone use a sword and an axe to fight hard......"

Looking at Yunero's left and right babbling, the panda smiled and did not answer.