The turtles were so happy that the griffon hoisted the sails with great difficulty. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, the ship is not large...... Compared with the real voyage cruise ship, the small one is like a bucket with sails, and it only takes two people to barely get moving.

Caroline takes the helm, and Roger unleashes the spell with Alice and the turtle's cannonballs.

The Explosion Spell has a miraculous effect on the shipwreck's shark's wooden body, as long as the shark dares to rush up, the wooden head will inevitably be blown to pieces.

At the cost of breaking the bow horn, the Gryphon stumbled out of the shark's encirclement.

Despite this, the shipwrecks hung in hot pursuit, trying to catch up with the boat, which was already moving at full speed.

"Where's the gunpowder?" asked Roger as he descended to the gun bay and looked at the fake turtle as it reloaded.

"Over there. Hai** didn't lift it, and pointed to a few large wooden barrels piled up in the corner of the cabin.

The boy hurriedly checked it, and it was only large particles of black powder, two barrels full and well sealed, one barrel and half full, and the rest were mostly empty barrels.

"Enough. Roger came to the stern with a bucket full of gunpowder, laughed and threw it at the sharks: "Come on, you little tadpoles... Come to Mommy, Mom is here to bring you something delicious!"

The powder keg landed in the middle of the school of sharks, making a small splash.

A few shipwreck sharks even approached the barrel with great curiosity.

How could Roger allow them to move, in case they leaked the bucket again... A fiery spell struck the powder keg with precision.

"Boom!" the sea water mixed with sawdust was blown in all directions, and the boy standing at the stern of the boat was drenched from head to toe.

The massive explosion completely shocked the notorious killers of the sea.

The shipwrecks hovered in place, trying to chase but fearing the fiery explosion just now.

The Griffon, however, took advantage of this time to sail farther and farther away, completely throwing off the sharks.

The boiled ducks flew like this, and the wreckage sharks swam in a few disorderly laps, and finally slowly dived into the deep water, waiting for the next ship to pass by the water.

Out of danger, Roger leaned on the side of the boat and looked at his sister who was at the helm and smiled: "Okay, you... It's hidden and doesn't leak~ Tell me... When did you learn to drive this old antique?"

"Barnabas bought a big toy when you went to that trick school," Caroline gestured with one hand, "an early 18th-century trading ship, more than four times the size of this little sampan...... That's what we drove during the Christmas holidays. ”

Roger looked at his sister with a complete 'you're kidding me' expression: "What? Aunt Elizabeth would agree to buy that!?"

"Oh, you've got to admit it... The vampire is now the hero of the family, and you can't imagine how convincing his hypnotism can be in negotiations. Caroline shrugged, "And my mom didn't mean anything against it." ”

Saying that, the old lady imitated her aunt's tone and said, "I think it is very helpful to have such a collection to highlight the long history of the Collins family." ”

"Isn't it enough to show off having a two-hundred-year-old vampire in the house?" Roger spoiled, rolling his eyes.

But Barnabas can't be exposed, can he? But when the ship sailed down the River Thames into London, the whole of England knew the surname Collins. Caroline's gaze looked beyond the sea level, as if recalling the scene.

Roger: "So you're on TV?"

"And the newspapers!" added Caroline solemnly.

Roger raised his forehead, he pointed to his sister and said righteously: "Do you know that this is a brazen and undisguised act of showing off wealth? The lack of morality and the corruption of social atmosphere will teach children badly, do you know? I can only say about this situation...... Please take me!"

Caroline: "......"

A breeze blew on the sea, and the fake turtle and Alice, who had set up their guns below deck, walked up.

As soon as she saw Caroline, who was skillfully at the helm, the turtle hurriedly ran over and said respectfully, "Master, please teach me how to steer the boat." ”

The old lady glanced at its flat turtle feet without petals, and said weakly: "Let's talk about it when you can hold the rope......

Fake turtles take critical damage.

"As a marine animal, you have a bubble in your brain to think about learning how to sail a ......boat," Roger muttered as he walked over to Alice, shaking his head, "What's next? ”

"The fake turtle is the former stationmaster of the train station, and we have to learn about the train from him before we can decide where to go. Alice nodded at the turtle with her mouth, "But it doesn't want to mention it." ”

"Just let me come, and you will be responsible for leading the way. Roger glanced at the turtles swirling around Caroline and walked back with a wicked smile.

"Hey... Fake turtles, I heard you want to learn how to sail?" the boy laughed.

The turtle turned the bull's head to Roger: "yes... What's wrong?"

Roger: "How about I teach you?" Do you want to learn?"

"Yes!" the false turtle was overjoyed, and it knew it

Just now that he was able to get the boat up, Roger also helped...... Although only a little lost.

As soon as the boy saw it, he knew that it was done, he lazily leaned on the side of the boat, stared at his fingers and said, "Sailing is also a knowledge, and it is impossible for me to teach you ...... in vain."

The fake turtle nodded and smiled, "But, but I don't have anything of value." ”

Roger stared at its little mung bean-like eyes, and said in a tone of voice, "But I heard that you turned out to be a train station master? Look at your fat head and big ears, the big ones are floating with oil flowers. ”

"No one pays me," the fake turtle hurriedly explained, but his tone couldn't help but be low: "And there's never a holiday, I'm loyal like a dog... But he still had no choice but to be fired. ”

"Why?" asked Roger.

"The old railroad is finished, the old train was crashed a few months ago, and the new train is a disaster...... this incident seemed to hit the fake turtle hard, and its voice became deeper and deeper, as if it was about to lose its words.

"Hmm... Let's change the subject...... Do you know anything about memory fragments?" Roger shifted his focus slightly.

"You should ask the Prophet this question, it knows everything. The turtle looked like he was about to cry when he was wronged, but he reluctantly answered Roger's question.

Prophets...... That old smoking gun caterpillar, Absolon?

The boy turned back to Alice and gestured to Alice, then turned back to comfort the turtle and said, "Okay, cheer up...... I'll teach you how to drive a boat. ”

Looking at the fake turtle's flat and undivided hand, Roger smiled kindly: "Come... The first step is to hold on to the rope!"

“......”

Fake turtles feel like the world is full of malice.