The wind carried the huge waves and crashed against the white rocks, and the sails on the mast more than ten meters high descended rapidly. With a bang, the wooden hull slammed into the rocks on the shore, sinking into a large chunk, and the raging sea water poured into the hull along the hole.

Boom, thunder and bright white lightning lit up the pier at dawn, and Roots carried his fishing net bare-chested, ready to try one last time.

The wind was mixed with torrential rain, and Roots's curse was swallowed back by himself before he could get out, "Damn, that son of a bitch offended Poseidon, the god of the sea, and there has never been such a big storm in the middle of summer in Hippo. ”

No one doubts an old fisherman's assertions about the weather, they know it all out. The weather is always related to their fishing harvest.

"Forget it, go back, no fish will come out except the devil in such weather. Roots carefully put his net away, slung it on his back, and left the dock in the wind and rain.

It was raining heavily, and a fire flickered in the rain not far from the pier. Roots walked briskly for a moment, a smile on his face. "In this kind of weather, it's still comfortable to hide in the fisherman's bar and drink a little butterbeer. ”

If the Red Moon Tavern is an adventurer's paradise, the Coffin Tavern is a haven for the aristocracy, and the Fisherman's Bar is a favorite among the poor of Hippo.

In such bad weather, of course, the knights can hold the orc maids and talk about the good life, and the fishermen can only snuggle up in the bar while drinking sour and astringent ale, cursing God.

Today's Fisherman's Bar was a little different than usual, and Roots felt the atmosphere unusual as he pushed open the rotten pine door.

"Son of a bitch, Harrell's idiot must have climbed into the orc's bed again. Roots scolded and found a position, usually at this time, someone always quickly picked up the conversation. But today was very strange, and everyone was not at all amused by his words, and no one even looked at him.

Roots swore he had never seen a fisherman's bar so quiet. But when he looked up and saw the boy with clean clothes and pure eyes, he was not surprised.

Some people can catch everyone's attention even if they sit there and don't have to do anything.

The rude fishermen have never seen such a teenager, and when you see him, you want to say a few words to him, even just a look will make you feel comfortable. He didn't look like a teenager from one aristocratic family, dressed in an ordinary white linen robe, as clean as the sun under the candlelight.

A white porcelain bowl was upside down on the wooden table, the bottom of the white bowl was burning with a pale blue flame, a delicate hand tore off a small strip of dried squid, and put it on the blue flame to burn, but in the blink of an eye, the white squid shreds became charred, and countless bubbles the size of needles appeared on the surface of the fish skin. Slowly the skin of the fish begins to curl.

"It smells so good!" came the voice of a fisherman in the crowd.

"Is this shredded squid, I don't think it looks?" said some fishermen as they swallowed their saliva.

"Haha, it's so fragrant, it's much better than what Aunt Hell makes. A young fisherman with a wrinkled face said.

"Beware of Aunt Wendy kicking your ass. Someone next to him immediately chimed in.

Aunt Wendy is the chef at the Fisherman's Bar, and she cooks her dishes well, and everyone who comes to the Fisherman's Bar is full of praise for her craftsmanship. Especially those young fishermen have an inexplicable affection for Aunt Wendy, and it is not only that this woman who lost her husband in the Holy War of the Crusade takes special care of these young people, but she is indeed quite beautiful. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes can hardly hide the charming demeanor of her youth.

"What a beautiful young man!" said Aunt Wendy, holding a plate with a cup filled with warm butterbeer. There are no maids at the fisherman's bar, and Aunt Wendy does all the work alone. "Don't mind if I try this grilled squid!"

Wendy sat defiantly across from Merlin, her big amber eyes staring at Merlin motionlessly. Rao is Merlin is used to seeing big storms, and he was also blushed by the proprietress who opened the neckline to his chest.

"Of course, it's a great honor!" Merlin carefully picked up a piece of excellent grilled dried squid, the snow-white dried squid was slightly yellowed, and the hot air coming out of the depths turned into tiny bubbles.

But Wendy didn't reach out to take it, but opened her little mouth that exuded heat slightly.

Ulla, Ulla, two whistles rang out at the fisherman's bar, "Young nobleman, Aunt Wendy has taken a fancy to you." It's up to you to stay. ”

"Wow, wow. A jealous voice said sourly, "Wendy's husband has been dead for many years, and it's not been easy these years, young man." ”

"Boy, your squid is well cooked, give it to me, sir. ”

The Fisherman's Bar suddenly became noisy, but Merlin did not panic in the slightest. He came to the fisherman's pub today, and when he was about to go out, he deliberately didn't take Yuri with him. Because he knew that he could only rely on his own strength to gain the respect of these fishermen here.

The founding king of the empire, the Holy Ancestor, once said that the power of the masses is infinite, and the only way to obtain the power of the masses is to go to the masses. Mr. Xun also respectfully called these glorious laborers the loveliest people in the world. If you are on a different class and on a different standpoint, it is very difficult to get their approval, but if you are on the same position, then it is much easier to get recognition.

But before that, you have to pass the fisherman's boss, Aunt Wendy. A woman like this, who greets a crowd of men on all sides, makes the fisherman's bar what it is today, and there is no shortage of means and scheming.

If Merlin coaxed in front of her today, then his purpose would be in vain. I can only leave the fisherman in disgrace.

Such an ending is something Merlin does not want to see.

Merlin's face was as red as an autumn apple. He lowered his head slightly, and the squid shreds in his hand were accurately stuffed into Wendy's mouth, but his fingers inadvertently touched Wendy's bright red lips.

The touch, as if the positive and negative poles of the electrodes had met, Merlin's fingers could feel Wendy's trembling, and this tremor was so sudden, like a bolt of lightning.

"How's it going!" Merlin whispered into Wendy's ear.

"It tastes good!" Wendy's mouth didn't move a few times, and she quickly jumped away with a red face, leaving Merlin alone with a smug smile.