In order not to attract attention from anyone, Maffeo tried to disguise himself as a guy who wanted to move his body. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but as he passed a staircase leading to the upper deck, he ran into Donner and Minas. Although the two sides have remained blind to each other for so many days, it seems that Donner still has a grudge. The moment he saw Maffeo, he said unkindly, "You want to fight again, don't you?"

"I'm not interested. Maffeo replied indifferently.

"Then get out of my sight, and don't be out of my sight. Donner waved his hand in annoyance.

Maffeo didn't argue with him, and in fact there was no point in doing so. He knew he didn't have time to quarrel with a hellish crew member right now, and that was an unwise choice. He continued to walk to the other side of the cabin, where some of the miscellaneous men gathered, and where he might be able to get some news.

"You beat Donner hard. The guy's voice came from above the barrel.

Maffeo followed the prestige, and he remembered that this was the guy who had warned him on the first day. It was the same then, he sat on the barrel and kept pouring rum into his mouth, but he didn't look like a drunk. "He brought it on himself. Maffeo said dismissively.

"That's right, they're two stupid bastards. But I think you should have forgotten what I said, you still caused a dispute. He put down his clay glass and stared at Maffeo with a strange gaze that made the latter feel uncomfortable.

"I guess there are some things where I have the right to make my own choices, but I still thank you for the kind reminder, even though I didn't. Maffeo pouted.

"It doesn't matter. He continued to drink rum.

"Are you familiar with them?" said Maffeo, looking at him. "Should I be wary? He still seems so unfriendly to me. ”

"I think they've learned their lesson, they're usually not that grumpy. It's just, you know, it's hard to cross the ocean for a long time. As a sailor, this life is actually quite boring. He kept gesturing in his hands.

"Then I guess I'd better not keep messing with them. ”

"Wise choice. ”

It was too hard to extract a bit of useful information from this strange creature, who seemed to Maffeo to be just a crew member as pure as Donner and Minas. However, he never seemed to have seen him on deck, though Maffeo thought it might be because he didn't spend much time on deck.

When I came to the cabin where the miscellaneous people were concentrated, it became more lively than the previous places. Cooks and doctors are busy here, and the crew here don't have time to play cards or drink. Under Captain Jaeger's orders, they had to share some of the work between the cook and the doctor. Despite the occasional shouting from the chef, these guys are the ones who spoil the ingredients.

In the days before, Maffeo had observed the crew's usual life in the cabin. Some of the guys who are keen to chat usually go to doctors and cooks, and they seem to be happy to talk to these guys as well. Because in any case, it was the only way to pass the time for the chefs and doctors who were almost always busy, and they didn't have as much time to play cards and drink as the rest of the crew.

So Maffeo found the doctor, and now he didn't seem to be so busy. Captain Jaeger still has many years of sailing experience, so the chance of his crew getting sick doesn't seem to be high, which is a sign that they are doing a good job of protecting against disease. What's more, in the absence of a naval battle, doctors will basically not have more than three patients to take care of.

"Doctor. Maffeo whispered hello.

"What's the matter? I don't have any extra seasickness medicine for you, in fact, I'm running out of medicine. If I don't find a place to resupply, there's a good chance I won't have any medicine to use before I reach Ruawa Island. With a gloomy expression, he pointed to the empty pill bottles on the cabinet beside him.

"Actually, I have something I want to ask you about. Maffeo said cautiously, as he kept watching for anyone passing by.

The doctor's expression changed from gloomy to puzzled, and he really couldn't figure out why a healthy guy would find him. And I'm not a good person to inquire about news, which doesn't seem to make any sense at all. "I spend most of my day here taking care of patients, and if you want to get some news, I suggest you go to Manfred. The guy knew a lot of things, and was the longest-serving sailor on this ship. He gestured to the guy not far away, sitting alone on a wooden bench and playing with a knife.

"Thank you, doctor. "It's always a good thing to have a goal, and Maffeo immediately walked towards the guy.

He was carving the hard corned beef with the knife, and Maffeo thought that he would be angry if the chef saw it, but he also thought that the guy wouldn't care. And judging by the opinion of most of the ship's crew, few people have a good opinion of this corned beef, which can almost be used for carving. "Hello, are you Manfred?"

He looked up, and Maffeo noticed a horrific scar on the left side of the guy's face, which seemed to be caused by a sharp scimitar. His full beard made him look weather-beaten, and his appearance was as good as that of a man who sailed the seas all year round. "Yes. ”

"Maffeo Frye, it's an honor to meet you. "Maffeo tried to be as kind as he could.

"I know who you are, and the brawl with Donner that day spread to almost every corner of this ship. He tossed corned beef aside like garbage.

"I wish you could tell me something. Maffeo lowered his voice again.

Manfred looked around a little warily, then said in a voice smaller than Maffeo decibels, "Not here, come with me." He got up and walked up the stairs to the deck, it was dinner time, there wouldn't be too many crew members on deck, and Maffeo could understand his choice.

The sea breeze at night becomes cool, and if you don't wear an overcoat, you feel like you're in winter on the West Coast. Manfred came to the bow of the ship and leaned against the right side of the ship. Deftly took out a pipe from his waist and lit it. "So, what do you want to know?"

"Have you seen or heard anything out of the ordinary since we went to sea, anything that worries you?" asked Maffeo straight to the point, and honestly, he could only pray in his heart that this fellow was not one of the guys who wanted to cause a disturbance as Captain Jaeger had said.

Manfred smoked a strong cigarette, he was an old smoker, and he believed that the tobacco he smoked would make both Marcos and Carl unbearable, and Maffeo thought that was why his voice sounded so hoarse. "Some of the crew would gather on deck in the middle of the night, and I didn't hear their conversation, so I couldn't be sure what they wanted to do, but I was sure it wasn't a good thing. His answer put a soothing in Maffeo's hanging heart.

"Are they planning a riot?" said Maffeo, realizing how stupid his question was, as if he shouldn't have said something that only Jaeger and himself knew.

Manfred smiled, "I know, it's one of my suspicions. I also know that these lads are unhappy with the seemingly never-ending voyage, and Minas has been trying to appease them, but he alone can't hold them down. His answer took Maffeo by surprise. "I think Captain Jaeger must have noticed this, so he asked you for help, right?"

"That's right, listen, I didn't expect ......" Manfred interrupted Maffeo. "I know, Captain Jaeger is looking for your help because he knows that these crew members are disgruntled. ”

"Thank you for the information. Maffeo thanked him, and now he finally understood everything.

"I just want to get to Ruava safely, this will be my last flight. Manfred turned away, his hands propped on the side of the boat, and stared out to sea.

"What do you mean?"

"My wife and daughter have settled on Ruawa Island, and I think I should give up this uncertain life at sea and work on a farm on Ruawa Island would be a good choice. ”

"I wish you happiness. Maffeo smiled, it was something to be happy about.

"Thank you, Mr. Fry. Manfred waved his hand.

Maffeo envied him very much, he didn't have an unfortunate fate, and spending his life like this was actually what Maffeo wanted very much, but he didn't have the opportunity to live this peaceful life. He could only follow the fate that seemed to have been decided, but he decided not to think about it as much as possible, because thinking about it would distract him.

"Good evening, Mr. Fry. Ludwig greeted Maffeo at the helm, now alone on the deck at the helm, the loneliest man on the ship except for the travelers, but it was his job.

"Good evening, Koosse. Is everything alright?"

He smiled and nodded, "It's calm, it's exactly what I like." It's dinner time, why are you on deck?"

"Just wanted to relax and get some fresh air. After all, you don't feel comfortable on deck at other times, do you?" Maffeo walked up to him.

"That's right, you should avoid the grumpy guys. Rest assured, it is expected that it will be about a week before you reach Ruawa Island, and I believe that the boring sailing will be difficult for travelers. ”

Maffeo wanted to say something, but he swore he heard something unusual. It was from his right rear, and he immediately turned and took a few steps to rush over, making sure it was the sound of an object falling into the sea and splashing. He leaned on the side of the boat and looked down. Several barrels of unknown stuff floated behind the stern of the boat, and they seemed to cooperate in a straight line under the influence of the waves. But Maffeo was deeply puzzled, and he didn't understand why.