"What's that?" Lukka followed the silence as he approached an open box. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The parrot had been rummaging in the middle of the cargo just now, and now it was a mess in front of it.

In front of it, a small, inconspicuous glass bottle was half-buried in a mess of debris.

Lukka reached for it, the bottle was about the size of his thumb, the mouth was tightly sealed with a cork, and there was nothing inside. However, when Lukka looked at the bottle in the sunlight, some of the golden residue on the bottom of the bottle was exposed.

It seems that those golden residues are what this bottle once contained.

"What is this?" asked Lukka again.

"What have you been obsessed with?" asked him by tilting his head.

"Uh...... Silver?" Lukka replied in exchange for a head-on wing.

"Idiot!stupid!melter!" shut up and shouted.

Ollie next to him asked puzzledly, "Molten gold?"

The anger of shutting up was obviously not gone, and he turned his head and disdained to answer.

Lukka understood what it was saying, and turned back to explain to Ollie: "The molten gold potion is the alchemy product needed to repair the staff, and I don't know where to find it!"

"But it's basically empty, is this scrap enough?" asked Ollie, looking at the bottle.

Lukka scratched his head: "It shouldn't be enough, according to my calculations, at least fifty milliliters are needed, and this whole bottle doesn't have ten milliliters." ”

Kate also came over to look at the bottle and said, "It doesn't matter, the things in this warehouse, where they come from, are recorded, as long as we figure out how this bottle came from, let's go to the original place of origin and buy it again-"

She suddenly noticed that the pirates around her who were sorting out the goods were listening, and quickly changed her words: "Why don't you grab some more?"

"Okay, that's it!" Luca was satisfied.

It's easier said than done, but trying to figure out where the bottle came from can be time-consuming.

Not only is the warehouse messy, but even the warehousing records are all over the place, and Kate sorted out the whole day before finally finding the records of the bottles.

She knocked on the door of the study in the lord's quarters and pointed out the record to Luca: "This bottle was delivered by Sunset Express a year ago, and it was full when it was put into storage, but it was spilled by Edward Hugh, and the bottle has been left in the warehouse. ”

Luca looked embarrassed: "Sunset Express, this is not easy." Their email information is never released to the public. ”

As he spoke, he took the record and looked at it carefully. Next to that record, there was a delivery slip from Sunset Express at that time, with the signatures of both the consignee and the delivery person - only valuables would be so solemn, and ordinary mail would not have a signature at all.

The delivery man's signature caught Luca's attention, and the scribbled handwriting that could only be seen at the beginning of the Phylla looked quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

After two or three laps around the table, Luca's eyes suddenly widened. He rushed to the locker, took out the backpack he had brought from the Peregrine Falcon, rummaged through it for a long time, and found a crumpled note.

It was a little more than a year ago, in Huifan Harbor, Luca signed a contract with Phil, a bear child who wanted to become a courier, and the signature on it was not as sloppy as on the slip, and it was clearly written by Phil Parker. However, judging by the handwriting, the two signatures must have been written by the same person.

Lukka laughed, "I know where to look." ”

If it was any other email, he really couldn't get specific information. But now, the contract clearly says that the bear child owes Lukka a secret message.

"Next target, return to Sail Harbor!" Lukka happily ordered.

But he didn't even get out.

Although most of the trivial matters Luca was pushed to Kate, there were still many important things that the lord needed to deal with personally. Not to mention the rest, let's just say that the matter of rebuilding the fleet and appointing a new captain is not something that Kate can call the wheel alone. Nor would those pirate captains casually follow the command of a girl under the age of twenty.

Lukka and the crew agreed on one point: the murderous pirates who took pleasure in killing, like Chad who had been frozen into popsicles by him on the New Horizon, had all been kicked out of Tata Island.

As for the normal robbery, he couldn't change it now, after all, the game of cat and mouse between merchant ships and pirates had been going on on on the Sunset Islands for hundreds of years.

Such a selection of personnel made him have to spend a lot of energy to appoint fleet commanders, deputy commanders, and deputy deputy commanders one by one......

Then there is the list of people who will be selected for the staff on the island, the list of ships sent to rob the northern seas, and the list of inside lines sent to the Empire and the Alliance......

After another half a month, Lukka finally basically got all this done, of course, it is impossible to deal with it completely, there are still a lot of unopened emails on his desk, most of them are congratulatory letters sent by pirates from all over the world, it is not easy for these pirates to write a whole letter, Luca read a few letters that he didn't know at all, and the rest was completely too lazy to open them again.

Putting aside these annoying trifles, he replenished the Peregrine Falcon with food and water, and prepared to set off the next day to trace the source of the molten gold to the Sail Harbor.

That night, a dark shadow silently entered the study of the lord's residence through the window, and in the moonlight, skillfully picked open the locked filing cabinet, and found various lists from inside, especially the list sent to the June Alliance.

He transcribed the list in its entirety, put the originals back, locked the cabinet door, restored everything in the study to its original state, and left the window again, avoiding the sight of the drunken pirates all the way to the westernmost shore of Tata Island.

The coast here is a cliff, and in shelter from the wind behind the rocks, the infiltrator opens a humble pigeon coop - a very effective way to send letters when the sunset courier is not convenient to send letters.

He took out a copy of the list from his pocket, and the slip of paper was densely written in very small letters, presumably to reduce the size of the paper so that the pigeon could be easily carried.

The infiltrator stuffed the note into a small roll and drew an insignia on the top of the seal, which, if anyone looked closely through the moonlight, would see that it was the seal of the June Alliance Navy.

Then, with the pigeon in hand, he walked to the edge of the cliff, and one step ahead, the sea crashed against the hideous reef more than ten meters below, making a roar.

He lifted the pigeon and let go of his hand. The well-trained carrier pigeon spread its wings and circled overhead, immediately finding its way and turning north.

The infiltrator let out a sigh of relief and turned back, but no sooner had he turned the corner of the rock than a large hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up - it was a ghostly hand, completely devoid of temperature.

"Sure enough, you got it, Kate. He's got a problem!" Lukka walked out from behind the rocks with the entire crew.