The night gradually sank into the world like ink, like a black canopy shrouding the quiet Tolian Sea.

The Tolian Sea is like a sleeping ancient beast, without the noise of the day, without the mournful cry of seagulls, and only the terrifying black that seems to come from the depths of the ocean.

"Whoa. "A brig cut a straight wave across the Tolian Sea, and the sound of the bottom of the ship crossing the water was not a little noisy, but rather like a sleep-inducing lullaby that brought sailors and travelers alike to sleep.

It was such a quiet night, so quiet that even the sailors standing guard on the mast were a little drowsy, and could only hold on to the mast with their hands so that they would not fall headlong because they wanted to sleep.

On the deck, there are all kinds of debris, and at the fishing nets that are thrown aside, there are iron anchors to fix the boat in the shallows, so that the boat will not be carried away by the waves because of the tide, and under the mast are the thick hemp ropes that are as thick as a human wrist, which are the mooring ropes used to tie the ship to the dock when it is docked, and the thick new ropes used to replace the broken cables. This is the Anton Welche, an ordinary cargo ship, and of course the sailors on board sometimes don't mind being fishermen.

Below the deck are a number of rooms of various sizes. There is a storage room for stocking things, and most of them are fresh water and some things, of course, these waters must be replaced as much as possible after they are docked, otherwise these broken water can kill people. In addition to the storage room, there is also a more important room, which is not so much a room as a house with a low height but a large footprint. At the top, the lower part of the deck, there are hammocks made of rope and cloth. The cloths were tightly wound with rope and then fastened with nails to the upper part of the room. When sailors need sleep, they sleep soundly in hammocks. Although these hammocks are nowhere near as comfortable as sleeping on a quadrangular boat, as long as you get used to them, you will find them to be a pretty good thing, after all, they not only take up little space, but also are easy to put away.

It's just that such rooms are only used for sailors, and as for the travelers who take the boat, the captain of course arranged a good room for them, but this qiē is all the credit of gold coins.

Looking at the girl who was lying on the bed biting on bread, Vicos couldn't help but feel a little headache, because he still hadn't figured out where Benyss came from.

Benise lay on the bed with a mouthful of bread in her mouth. With both hands, he plays with a delicate key, which is the treasure engraved on the twelfth chest.

"Can you tell me where you came from?" asked Vicos bluntly.

“......”

All he answered was silence.

"Benis, what a beautiful name. He said flatteringly.

“......”

The girl was still playing with the key with her small hands, and she didn't make a move at all because of Vicos's words.

"Don't you want to know who I am?"

“......”

After eating the final bread, Bernice reached for the plate next to the bed, but all she could touch was the slightly cool temperature of the wooden plate.

"Alas. Looking at the unmoved girl, Vicos raised his head and looked up at the roof helplessly.

Just as he was about to give up the conversation with Beniss. Beniss, who had been silent, finally lifted her good-looking face, "Food, it's gone." She paused, "You." Go find food. ”

"Uh......" Vicos looked at Beneis incredulously, this one had no words, no expression. The three-nil girl who is not in the mood seems to have spoken just now?

(This must be my delusion.) Could it be that a few hours of hard work is not as effective as a loaf of bread? Vicos would never believe that a mere loaf of bread could make a girl speak.

"Thou, food. Find it. After Beneis finished speaking, she shook the key in her hand, "I will give you the power of the key." ”

"Uh......" Bernice listened to some of the confused language. Vicos finally figured out the meaning of these two sentences, which was almost "Get me food, and I'll tell you about the King's Vault."

Gently closing the wooden door, Vicos looked at the girl lying on the bed in a slight daze inside the door, he smiled knowingly, if you look at it like this, Benis is just a beautiful ordinary girl, of course, if she is not some [King's Vault].

Vicos yawned lightly as his boots struck the wooden ladder leading to the deck, and touched the sword pinned to his waist a little sleepily, touching the cold sheath of the sword, the coolness of the murderous weapon lifted his spirits.

A dangerous smell came over the deck, just as it felt like I was on the battlefield, and the smell of blood seeped from the deck through the wood to the wooden ladder.

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of a horn on the deck, but before it could be finished, it stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off by life.

"Enemy attack!!" erupted in the room where the sailors lived.

"! It's a pirate!"

"Hurry up and pick up your arms!"

"it!"

"These bitches even dare to rob Lao Tzu!"

These sailors, who usually seemed to be gentle, became vicious after the enemy attack, like those robbers who specialize in killing people and stealing goods.

There is no doubt about these sailors, the ship is not a "serious ship".

In this era, there is a strange phenomenon on the sea, that is, pirates can never be killed. In the territorial waters of some big nobles, pirates are a stubborn disease, no matter what methods these nobles use, killing and recruiting peace have no effect at all. The reason is that many pirates do not really make a living from robbery, most of them do some serious business on weekdays, like ordinary merchant ships do some work such as transporting goods, carrying people, etc., but once these businesses are not available, sailors and captains will fly the flag of pirates and take up arms to plunder goods.

Although many nobles knew that these pirate ships called "merchant ships" were doing evil in their own territorial waters. But there was no way, after all, they couldn't arrest all the suspicious ships. To do so is to destroy one's own money. Such a thing that harms others and oneself would not be done by any normal person.

And the same. When some unlucky travelers happen to learn that the ship they are riding is an "immodest ship", the pirates and travelers will keep silent very tacitly, because the traveler does not want to die, and the pirate sailor does not want to cause trouble.

So on the ocean, this strange relationship arises. The nobles and pirates were at peace, the pirates were at peace with the travelers, and the merchant ships were also pirates.

Such things are just a microcosm of this chaotic era, in which all kinds of absurd things emerge one after another. If something absurd happens, you just need to keep a flat mood and deal with it. Loud noises came from the living quarters, and the sailors, who had harmless humans and animals during the day, all ran out of the door and toward the deck with weapons of various colors.

"Squire, boy, stand back!" one of the fastest sailors saw Vikos standing on the stairs, and he recognized Vikos as a knight's squire who had boarded the ship during the day, but he didn't pay any attention to a little squire, or how could a pirate be afraid?

Hearing the shouts from behind, Vicos retreated down the stairs and turned to his side for the sailors to pass through, after all, he didn't want to be squeezed onto the deck by a group of sailors to fight a group of pirates. How could he do such a thing that was completely unbeneficial?

"Bang!" the braid sailor, who rushed to the front, kicked open the half-hidden wooden door to the deck, rubbing the blade of an axe that already had a gap.

"Whoosh!" a feathered arrow with the sound of breaking through the air came in a volley, trying to take the life of the pigtailed bearded sailor.

But Mossack is an old man who kills the hell. He had bent down long before his instincts told him that he was in danger, and the feathered arrow was stuck straight into the plank behind him.

"Damn, I'm not afraid of these things. Mossac, who had a little Canno blood, completely forgot about his life as soon as he entered the battle, howling and running towards the dark shadow not far away on the deck.

"Hack them to death!"

"Son of a bitch!"

............

One after the other. The sailors below deck all rushed to the deck. With a curse in his mouth, he galloped towards the enemy he saw with his weapon in his hand.

On the other side of the ship, the pirates who boarded the ship. "Oh no, it's Braunschweig's pirates. A sturdy, bald man saw Mossack, who was at the front. I immediately recognized this famous war maniac. But what disturbed him even more was the Kanno, who had the title of butcher, but the pirate group to which he belonged, a beast of the Tolian seas led by Captain Brunswick.

There are also three, six, nine and other levels of pirates, the bald man and his team are just a small pirate group that does not enter the stream, and the Braunschweig pirate group, a large pirate group that is said to have more than ten brigs, is the nobleman of the pirates, the prince of the pirates.

But the Braunschweig pirates are different from the real pirates, although their combat strength has long been far beyond that of ordinary pirates, but they still send a few ships to do some serious business on weekdays, no one knows what Braunschweig means, if there is, only God and Braunschweig himself.

"What bad luck!" Even though he knew that the ship in front of him was a ship sent by Braunschweig to carry out a mission, now that he had boarded this ship, there was no way back. Moreover, they had killed a few sailors standing guard, which was enough to punish them with death.

"For each person who brings me the head, you will be rewarded with two gold coins. Kill the pigtail beard and reward ten gold coins!" The bald man who knew that there was no way out simply did not do anything and spent a lot of money to boost morale.

"Oh!!" The pirates who heard this voice were demoralized, and they raised their weapons and rushed towards the place, but most of them were headed towards Mossacks.

Seeing the crowd rushing towards him in the distance with weapons in their hands, Mossack licked the corners of his mouth, "Boy, be brave enough! If you let Lao Tzu catch you, Lao Tzu will chop you up little by little and feed the sharks!" Listening to the other party draw a lot of money to ask for his head, Mossack couldn't help but feel a little proud in addition to being angry, after all, this proved his combat strength from the side.

Mossack's threatening words did not serve as a deterrent. After all, the psychological element of every pirate adrift on the sea is trained in death and blood. How could this little cruel thing make them tremble?

"Mossaces, is your head still quite useful!, why don't you cut it off and let us get a reward?" said the sailors who had caught up from below deck. I just heard the bald man shouting, and said sarcastically to Mosachs. After saying this, all the sailors laughed heartily, the time they spent together had already made them bond more deeply than brotherly love, and these jokes were only a little joke in their ears.

Ignoring the laughter of his companions behind him, Mossack's gaze was fixed on the pirate rushing towards him like a beast, his leather-gloved left hand rubbing his powerful two-handed axe.

"Ah!!!" shouted the first pirate who rushed forward, raising his scimitar and slashing at Mossacachs's head.

"Boy. Yelling does not increase strength. Mossack looked at the young pirate who was rushing towards him with disdain, and grasped the handle of the axe with his right hand like a fly, and swung it at the pirate's stomach with great speed.

Like a tattered piece of paper, the pirate's stomach was slashed deep into Mossack's stomach and slashed all the way to his chest. "Sting!" the belly full of abs was sliced open by the two-handed axe, revealing the fragile organs inside, which smelled of blood, and the blood clicked on the deck like a torrential raindrop, wetting the brown wooden deck.

Mossack expertly pulled out the two-handed axe, and the organs in those chests were all wrapped around the veins and exposed to the air as the axe was withdrawn. Mossaces, on the other hand, slung his axe to his shoulder and headed for the next enemy.

"Mossacs! Leave a few for my brothers!" The sailors behind could not help but feel a pang of sorrow for the enemy on the other side when they saw Mossack, who had already entered the battle state, thinking that once this strong man was contaminated with the breath of war, he would crush the enemy like a giant beast.

On deck, the two sides finally collided, and the sailors skillfully wielded their murderous weapons. Piercing the bodies of their enemies, these sailors were even more skilled in killing people than those pirates.

"Ahh Fell into the ocean. There is no doubt that the sailor's belly has been cut open, and the scent of his blood will attract sharks to the surrounding seas, and then the sharks bite off their bodies. Little by little, it was ground into blood foam with sharp teeth, and it was swallowed after experiencing inhuman torture.

"Bang!" a pirate fell to the ground clutching his thigh after being slashed to the knee by a sailor. Then the sailor grabbed him by the hair, lifted his head fiercely, and slammed it on the ground. The pirate's shattered teeth and spit blood were accompanied by a bitten tongue spitting out the deck, and the broken nasal bones spewed out a splattered nosebleed, sucking in the air heavily. Then, after doing this qiē, the sailor quickly plunged the sword of his right hand into the pirate's neck, and with another hard stroke, a life went to heaven like this, and the ...... Or hell. With the head of a freshly cut bald pirate in one hand and an axe in the other, Mossaces was going to fulfill what he had said before, dividing the fellow into several parts to feed the sharks.

In terms of credibility alone, Mossacles is a very good guy, but of course the bloodiness of his battles obscures his strength. He can only be a good warrior, not any other profession, and the only thing that can show him is combat and blood.

"Bang!!" There was a wave on the calm sea, and a hideous head without hair was thrown into the sea, splashing a little blood-red spray.

After doing this, Mossack reached into his pocket, took out a somewhat dirty canvas, and wiped the blood-stained axe. The other sailors, on the other hand, were rummaging through the dead pirates, hoping to find something of value from them, and the captain of this little trophy would not be greedy, after all, there was something bigger for them to pack. It was another pirate ship, a group of hapless pirates who had been robbed and left behind after being robbed.

Some of the sailors, under the command of the captain and first mate, quickly jumped onto their trophies, brigs, and skillfully cut the hook rope that the pirates had hooked on the side of the ship with their axes. The body of the boat was then carried out to sea, and a human-shaped wave appeared on the surface of the sea. The blood-red sea in the human form is like a legendary ghost, the dead of the sea.

"It's really 'well trained'. "Shabak, who had already come out of the deck, stood beside Vikos. Looking at the sailors in front of him, it seems that they have done thousands of skillful actions to clean the battlefield.

"They are the darlings of the sea, the warriors of the sea. Vicos said in a flat tone the words of praise for the sailors, although the words were literal compliments, but Vikos meant something deeper: they were really an elite group of pirates!

Hearing the irony in Vicos's words, Shabak shook his shoulders helplessly, he could see this kind of murder and overselling goods a lot. So now he has a feeling of numbness to this kind of thing, isn't it natural for the winner to dominate the loser's belongings and even corpses?

From the very beginning, God created mankind by giving them hands to fight and heads to use for intrigues...... If wealth is God's temptation to mankind, then fighting is the best way to obtain it. No matter what form of battle. Maybe it is the physical destruction of the other, the spiritual annihilation of the enemy, the material trapping of the enemy, these things are all good use of human beings, no one is born a bad person, but God gave them a body to bear sin.

A sailor who was flipping the corpse of the dead watched as Shabak and Vicos stood on the deck watching his movements, revealing a smile that might not have been very charismatic, but full of friendliness. After laughing, he continued to lower his head, feeling for anything on the dead pirate that would excite him. But it was clear that the results had disappointed him.

Just like this, although his hands were covered with blood, his soul was filled with some murderous breath, so that the kind and simple did not dare to approach him. But from another side of him. For example, the big smile he just showed at us was an ordinary sailor who was warm enough. After saying this, Shabak seemed to be quite enlightened, and looked up at the night sky. But to his disappointment, there was no sparkle of stars tonight, "when you consider yourself a noble, moral man." When you look at the world with a moral high ground, you will find that the world is full of ugliness, almost like the most filthy hell. But don't forget the jì. We are all just ordinary people living in this world, maybe we have different identities and social statuses, but we are all full of sin. ”

Vicos listened to Shabak's continuous words like a sudden raindrop, and said, "Although we are all full of sin, my hands are not stained with blood at this moment, and they are depriving others of their lives at this time. Isn't this kind of behavior worthy of being unacceptable to me, who didn't kill at this time?"

"But in some ways, your words are more ruthless than your killing. With that, Shabak held the hilt of his sword and walked slowly down deck. Maybe there are some things that really take time to sue him.

"Squeak~" The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Vicos held the plate he had brought from the kitchen with a few slices of bread on it, and in the other hand he played with a bloodstained silver coin that the captain had just given him. Remembering the rugged captain just now, Vicos couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps this era was really numb to killing, and when the captain led the sailors to clean up the bodies, he looked at Vicos, who was leaning on the mast and looking at the blood flowing on the deck, thinking that the young squire was frightened by the battle. So he took out a silver coin that had just been seized and stuffed it into Vicos's hand, and when Vikos looked up at the strange captain, the rugged man said in a deep voice, "Little one, you must be frightened, wait for this silver coin to go buy something when you come ashore." ”

Maybe this captain is a guy who has a wild style and likes to be greedy for loot on weekdays, but it is undeniable that this middle-aged man who lacks electricity has a kind and compassionate heart.

Maybe people are like that, they have a disgusting side, but they also have a cute side. The hateful must have a pitiful story, and the pitiful have a hateful character. Man is a jewel carved by God, and this beautiful gemstone has many different profiles, each of which reflects a different light from the sun.

"Hmm......" Looking at Vicos who came in with a plate, Benis rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the bread on the plate with a look of innocence.

"Can you answer my question now?" asked Vicos, who was a little annoyed by Shabak's words, without hurrying to hand the plate in his hand to Beniss.

"Hmm......" Bernice opened her teeth slightly, "three, you can only ask three." (To be continued......)