"We'll be able to reach the port of Liberty City tonight, and if nothing happens, we'll be on the territory of the Republic in two days. A middle-aged uncle said while standing on the splint of the big passenger ship. Behind him stood Fyde and Cash, both of whom were thinking about their own things, not paying attention to what he said.

"I say, are you little couple having trouble again?" the uncle wiped his beard and took off the bandana that was tied to his forehead, revealing a mark in the shape of "lightning" on his forehead.

Kesi hurriedly waved her hand: "There is nothing to do!"

"Then I don't care. The uncle went to the cabin.

Feder was still wearing the black plate armor, and Kesi was wearing the most ordinary and simple village girl cloth clothes, which did not match her slender figure. "Hey, how could you trust that uncle?" asked Kesi softly.

The large boat, which can carry hundreds of people, is smooth and does not shake at all, and the sea breeze that blows in at night has a salty taste, which is unique to children living by the sea.

"Because the uncle can be trusted, you can know the smell that emanates from him. Feder stood dumbfounded on the edge of the ship, looking in the direction of the Kingdom of Salins.

In front of me was a sea of ink, and the moonlight was obscured by clouds. The orderly rowing of the sailors makes the waves under the hull of the boat swell, and the waves are sparkling.

Kesi pursed her mouth high, and she felt like she was being perfunctory by this self-proclaimed civilian guy again.

It has been more than twenty days since we set out from the seaport of the Kingdom of Sarins. And since there was a sleeping cabin for every four people on board, the two of them had to agree with the other two people to live together and spend the time at sea.

Instead, Wild chose Greif, who claimed to have always been a fisherman—the bearded uncle. And this Greif seems to have something to do with the captain, he even asked for the last berth, which is equivalent to three people sleeping in a four-person room, and the space is instantly much more empty.

"Are you really going to the City of Honor?" Kiss was fair-skinned and delicate, her seductive black eyelashes and her large pale green eyes looked unusually bright in the dark night.

Fide didn't turn his head either: "It doesn't matter to you. ”

"That's right" Kesi didn't have a good impression of this man at first, but since the killing of Burns that day, Fed has been very polite to Kess—cold politeness, and although the company along the way lacks a little warmth, it is not tired or shows malice.

From the moment the kingdom decided to escape, Koth had long since abandoned everything she had pampered. Everything in Marlot's palace had begun to annoy her, whether it was the new queen who was affectionate on the outside or the second prince who was dignified and polite. And the countless servants who were staring into her eyes at all times, and every part of the palace had its own purpose and secret.

She decided she wanted to start her life all over again, so "watch out" was the first and most important thing she learned. It's just that this black-haired, long-faced guy has been expressionless, and he doesn't know what he's thinking behind the cold plate armor. But even so, Fed's gradually gave Kesi some sense of trust.

Kesi looked up at the looming moonlight, "Actually, he's a good guy too, maybe my first friend, oh no, the second." The daughter of the Grand Duke, who had escaped from the "cage", muttered in her heart and walked to the cabin.

Fed walked slowly from the stern to the bow, and he kept thinking about two things: the first was that he didn't know if his uncle had received the letter he had written before he left the port, and the other thing made him more concerned - what was in the huge box of Greif, who smelled of fish?

A large rectangular wooden box nearly two meters high and one meter wide had been placed in their four-person cabin, and a faint smell of blood could be faintly heard from the large wooden box. This kind of smell is definitely not known to Kesi, a girl born in a rich family, but for herself

This incident has always been strange to Field, and it has made him never let his guard down on Greif from beginning to end. After all, in addition to the salty smell of seawater, Greif has a strong smell of killing, but that smell doesn't match that of a fisherman. In addition to killing fish, he will definitely kill other things. Feder thought to himself.

Now that Fidel only wants to reach the Republic of Marvel as soon as possible, then the duke's daughter has nothing to do with him - if her uncle had acted fast enough, she might have been safer. Thinking of this, Fei De shook his head again: "What does other people's affairs have to do with me?"

Another large cloud blew in from the north-east, and at once completely obscured the sky, and the whole ship's plywood became dim, and the few oil lamps that were hung outside were shaken by the gusts of wind. And from the same direction, a bunch of black "undercurrents" swam quickly towards the side of the big ship.

After a while, the splint grew darker, which made Fidel feel a little tired, and he made his way to the cabin.

Suddenly, from the darkness ahead, a triangular dart flew straight over! The black plate armor took the dart like a pile of mud, and Fidel also took advantage of the situation to fall backwards, lying on the ground motionless. He waited with bated breath for a moment, then slowly picked up the dart with his hand.

"That's not good!" he thought to himself. At the same time, there was some strange fog coming from the entrance to the cabin, several torches and oil lamps on the plywood were extinguished, and nearby sailors were "missing" because of the darkness of the surrounding environment.

The strange fog began to spread outward, and Fei De immediately ran to the front of the ship, which was the upwind port, and was not affected by the fog for the time being.

Fei De took a closer look at the dart, apparently a weapon of some Assassin organization rather than a pirate. "They're coming for Kors. The thought instantly grabbed Fidel, "And there must be something wrong with the fog." Feder surveyed the hull and saw that the rowing sailors had stopped, not knowing whether they had been killed or taken captive, but the whole ship was drifting downwind.

"You two go to scout the bow of the ship, you guys look at the splints, and the others go down with me. A man's voice came from the direction of the cabin entrance, and Feder realized that the group had taken control of the entire plywood and was about to head down the cabin.

The two men who walked towards the bow of the boat said something from their mouths: "As soon as I came up, I fired a triangular dart at the figure here, and now I guess it's dead." ”

"Hehe, your quasi-head, you can't have thrown a piece of wood. ”

"No, I must have killed a guy standing here in seconds just now, why are all the bodies gone?"

"So the evil door? I think you must have been in vain."

"Fart!

Feder leaped up from their side and slashed the throat of the Assassin who was walking in front with the dart in his hand, and before the first man could fall, the second man had already covered his mouth with his hand. He couldn't make a sound, and he didn't know who killed him until he died.

Fei De carefully examined the two men and found that the clothes they were wearing were waterproof, apparently swimming aboard the boat from the "undercurrent" in the sea just now. He then picked up one of the guys' knives and slowly approached the entrance to the cabin.

At this moment, the splint at the rear of the ship was torn apart, and there was a loud bang. Two men jumped out of the torn opening—Greif was standing on the splint with the unconscious Coss, and Greif holding a huge weapon more than a man tall - a three-pricked harpoon weighing a staggering weight.

The three iron tips of the harpoon balance each other and stand up in a triangle, unlike ordinary harpoons, this unusually sharp harpoon can easily poke three large holes from any **.

It seemed that Greif was not affected by the fog, and a group of men with short knives gathered around him, apparently the Assassins who had sneaked aboard the ship from the sea.

Greif gently placed the Duke's daughter at his feet, while he brandished a huge harpoon, hanging a few strong whirlwinds, and for a while suppressed those who surrounded him with his aura, and the assassins did not dare to approach easily.

"Hurry up and get it on me. A guy presumably a captain stepped out of the cabin and shouted.

A few of the bravest men lunged forward, but before the knife could touch Greif, the harpoon was torn apart, and the torn flesh and body flew away as if they had been touched by a spinning top at high speed.

A few of the other slightly clever guys threw darts at Greif, but they were all struck by the harpoons spinning at high speed, and one or two of the hapless guys were hit by the bouncing darts and fell to the ground.

"Damn, how can there be such a guy on an ordinary passenger ship, even our poisonous fog won't work for him!" The chief scolded his mother while trying to find the other party's flaws, but when everyone was helpless against Greif, Feld had already found a problem.

Greif had been standing downwind since jumping out of the cabin, so the poisonous fog had been enveloping him and Klesh, but Greif was unaffected. The reason has been known to Fidel, because he has been holding his breath and has not inhaled the poisonous mist at all, but in this case, he has to wield a huge harpoon and fight against the assassins, and the load on his body can be imagined. So from the beginning, the harpoon's swing had slowed down a bit, and Greif had a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face.

Behind the confrontation between each other, a dark shadow flashed.

The Assassin Chief's own knife was suddenly placed around his neck, "Lay down your weapons, or this man will die immediately." No one noticed that the "Black Shadow" was standing behind the chief, or because Fed's black hair had merged with the night. He used the strange pair of chain-covered gloves in his hand to grab the sturdy Assassin Commander, as easily as he grabbed a flimpy rabbit.