Maffeo walked very carefully, trying to remain as silent as possible, and could only fully control his body to do what he wanted in his consciousness, and he could only imagine himself as a ghost, a ghost that did not exist. The only sound www.biquge.info pen ~ fun ~ pavilion is the rustle of his skin rubbing against the leaves around him. Even such a small sound seemed so noisy to Maffeo at this time.

Walter didn't scream without warning, he restrained himself and tried not to make any noise, so as not to attract any unnecessary attacks. Maffeo didn't know if they had gone into the jungle, but if they did, it would be impossible to find them. So he sped up his pace, which normally takes more than two hours, and today he completed half of the journey in half an hour.

It wasn't until he reached the next one under the marked palm tree, that the noise came again. It seemed that they were not content to be lonely and silent, so they again issued a symbolic bombardment, only this time they did not damage anything again, otherwise the owner of the vineyard would have felt a headache. Of course, it was impossible for them to hit the town with shells from their positions on the northern beaches. But the townspeople must have been able to predict what was happening, and Maffeo could even imagine the panic and severity on the faces of the guys.

Surprisingly, by the time Maffeo reached the northern beaches, the guys had not made any moves. They were just camping on the beach, and they didn't have any intention of exploring the island. Maffeo watched the beach through the bushes, and they had set up a barbecue grill and carried the entire case of rum off the boat. "Do they want to have a party here?" said Maffeo to himself, aimlessly speculating on their motives.

The bearded, rugged man who looked like a first mate stood on the beach and yelled, directing the crew to speed up, while he himself carried a bottle of rum that had bottomed out, and hoped that someone would get him a new bottle of rum quickly. Well, there is no shortage of drunkards on the sea, and it is already the greatest miracle on this ocean that they did not drink themselves to death.

Walter was always wary of strangers, but that didn't mean he was brave enough to remain calm in the face of a large crowd. So it lay down in the grass and whimpered as she looked at the vicious creatures on the beach. Maffeo noticed Walter's situation, and hurriedly reassured Walter with small words, at least it would stop him from shaking. Poor little one, God knows what it went through before it met Maffeo, maybe it was bullied by many aliens.

After waiting a few minutes, Maffeo realized that he could not afford to delay any longer. And these guys in front of him have no intention of leaving for the time being, if Khloe comes to the door to fight these guys, then Fit's plan will be completely ruined. Whether the other party will believe himself or not is still known, but Maffeo decides to take a gamble. So he disguised himself as a lost man who had emerged from the woods, and swaggered out of the bushes.

As expected, the sailors on the beach spotted Maffeo and stopped in his tracks under the loud yelling, and they reported the sudden appearance of the dead man to the first mate on the beach. The bearded man walked over, looked at Maffeo, and then made a gesture that suited their style - asking his men to draw their cutlass and examine Maffeo.

Although the ultimate goal was to negotiate with them, Maffeo didn't intend to start with his hands tied, so he took a few steps back and pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword behind his back. "You won't want that, I have what you want. ”

"Wait!" the bearded man immediately motioned for the approaching two crew members to stop, and they did so.

"Simple, isn't it?" said Maffeo, spreading his hands.

The bearded man stepped forward and looked at Maffeo with a strange gaze. "If you don't want to see your bowels, then it's better to hand over what we say we want to see. ”

"I guess it should be received by Captain Damon himself. "Maffeo wanted to play a trick.

"Oh, stranger, that's not a wise decision. The bearded man smiled playfully.

Maffeo pouted, "I don't think there's anything surprising about it, do you really know about the mysterious apostle?"

Bearded people don't care about that, it's in their style, they don't care what the hell the apostles are, no matter how powerful they are, they have nothing to do with the wealth they seek. They only have money in their eyes, so much so that they can swing a scimitar at everything for money. "Maybe I should call you a prophet? We are indeed here for the apostolic stuff, and you say you have? Then you just have to give it to us, and I think you'd better not play any tricks. ”

"As you can see," Maffeo pulled out the half of the copper plate. "This is it. ”

The bearded man drew his knife almost in the next second, "Let me tell you what will happen to the liar." ”

"Wait, wait. Maffeo hurriedly raised his hand to stop the bearded man's movements. "As I said, if you don't know the apostles, then what you have to do with them will never be what you imagined. He pointed to the shattered gem set in the copper plate. "This gem contains the power of the apostles, and if you sell it to someone who needs it, it will be a lot of money. ”

The bearded man wavered a little, but he didn't fully believe Maffeo's words. "Why should I trust you, you appeared without warning, as if you had come to us on purpose. And you have no incentive to show us such a "very valuable" thing, you can do a play, maybe you used to work at the Royal Opera House. ”

Maffeo had an impatient look on his face, and then deliberately revealed his ghost hand hidden in his cloak. His actions made the bearded man subconsciously take two steps back, and no ordinary person would maintain undue composure after seeing the ghost hand. "Damn, you demon ......" the bearded man had a look of disgust on his face, yes, he thought like most people knew that ghost hands shouldn't exist in this world at all.

"It's mysterious to you, but it's different to me. It has something to do with the apostles, and I don't make a mistake about anything related to the apostles. Maffeo smiled slyly, but he was actually laughing at his own level of lying.

The bearded man seemed reluctant to continue the conversation with the man with the ghost hand, though he was now fully convinced that the copper plate was indeed something related to the Apostles, and he was skeptical that it would sell for a good price. The bearded man beckoned to his men, and he didn't need any explanation, the crew had already drawn their weapons and prepared to come up and besiege Maffeo.

"Oh, to hell with it. Maffeo put the copper plate away and drew his greatsword from his back with great speed.

They remain vigilant in the face of ghosts and gods, and every step is crucial to them. And after a few circles, none of them dared to be the first to attack. This caused the bearded man to be extremely dissatisfied, and the men of the West Sea Devil should not be so cowardly. So he swung the scimitar in his hand and yelled for the guys to attack. So the two unlucky ones were the first to attack, and they besieged Maffeo from both sides, one left and one right.

Maffeo, on the other hand, thought there was room for manoeuvre, so he didn't make a dead move. He grabbed the crossbow wrapped around his belt with his ghost hand and hit the guy on the left in the shin, and then the hapless guy on the right was smashed by the hilt of his broadsword and almost vomited bile. The first wave of attacks turned into a senseless struggle, and the rest of the guys were afraid to make any more rash moves.

"I said, we can talk about it, not in this way. Maffeo gave another kick to the guy on his left who was holding his calf. "Do you want to be like this water ghost? like being drunk, lying on the deck, to be slaughtered. His playful words poked at the hearts of these guys.

"I don't have anything to talk about with ghosts. The bearded man was still doing his thing.

"Listen, everything is simple, so I don't want you to complicate things. You can take this copper plate, but please leave the island at once and never come here again. ”

The bearded man suspected that he had misheard, so he opened his mouth and asked again, "What did you say?"

Maffeo repeated it again, knowing that it was not the damn island that he cared about, but that he was going to hand over the copper plate to them, because he had never said what he was going to do with it from the beginning. "It's a simple condition for you, isn't it?"

The bearded man temporarily put down his fighting stance, and his men saw that they no longer had any intention of fighting, and retreated one after another. Most of them were peasants before they became privateers, so Maffeo didn't want to go against them all the time. "You said you were going to give it to us, why?" said the bearded man, as if he still couldn't believe Maffeo's words.

"Just for the peace of this island. Maffeo even reached out and handed the copper plate over.

The bearded man was silent, and so were his men. It's not so much that they don't know what to do, it's that they don't know what the guy who suddenly appeared in front of them wants to do. They had never seen such a stupid fellow as stupid as to give up great wealth for the sake of so-called ethereal peace, and they thought that this guy must be a madman, because only a madman would make such a stupid and crazy decision. But at the same time they were glad that they had not come for nothing, and if they had not found anything about the apostles, they would have looted all the wealth here, and then they would have abused the captains who might have hidden things, and they had the power to do so.

"How?" asked Maffeo again.

"Sounds good!" the voice came from the deck of the ship moored along the coast.

Maffeo followed the prestige, looking at the shadow on the deck, and Maffeo thought that he might have seen the devil.