The two dumplings on the deck were lying on the ground moaning, they had been beaten to the point of not being human, judging from the bruised wounds on their bodies, the beaters did not hesitate or pity at all, and carried hatred that ordinary people could not understand. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was only after taking a closer look that I suddenly realized that the two zongzi were the same two people who were at the next table yesterday, and they had spilled the wine on Carl's body at that time.

For them, the nightmare is not over. Ruel's muscular body was once again in front of them, and his strength was amazing, and one hand grabbed a rice dumpling like a chicken.

"What is this doing?" Marcos asked Fett.

"As you can see, these two guys are from the Empire. There was a hint of sarcasm in Fett's tone, which was true for the two zongzi.

"It's brutal. Marcos pouted.

Fett just glanced at Marcos coldly, for there was nothing to sympathize with the people of the Empire, because their swords would never reason with anyone at any time.

"So, what is the matter with you guys here?" Fett said in a slightly calmer tone.

"Can you call Captain Root? Please don't think about it, I just think it's better for him to know about this first, after all, he's the leader here. Maffeo snapped.

Marcos gave a slightly appreciative look, but Maffeo didn't notice it, he was cautiously looking at the expressionless Fit, for whom the woman might draw a knife and put it on his neck the next moment. Despite having become a companion, this strange feeling lingered in Maffeo's mind for a long time.

"Wait here for a while. Fett set off for the lower cabin.

The two leaned on the side of the boat and waited quietly for Captain Root's arrival, and in front of them was a farce of taunting, scolding, and beating. For the two of them, this was a farce, and the revolutionary army could not get anything useful from the mouths of those two zongzi by any means they could. If you know that it is useless, then why do you insist on it so much? This question was infinitely magnified in Maffeo's heart.

Maffeo couldn't help but think of the atrocities in Huttonmar's backstreet, and how similar the scene was to it. "Don't overthink it, it's not something we can interfere with. Marcos held down Maffeo.

When Maffeo came back to his senses, he realized that he had unconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and he quickly removed his hand from the hilt. "Do you really think that's right?"

"They do it for their reasons, just as we do things for our reasons. Marcos chuckled.

"You're right. ”

Rutter's cynical voice came: "Two little brothers, welcome to the Sage's Trumpet. ”

The two nodded slightly, and Rout just waved his hand: "To hell with this kind of thing about etiquette, what's the matter with me?"

Maffeo told Root all the information he had received from the stables, and the latter finally put away his usual cynicism, and he began to take it seriously, and it was clear that this information was indeed important to them.

"Is there any news about Natalia?" Fett asked as he surged up to Maffeo.

"Oh, shit, what is this doing?" said Maffeo took two steps back, clearly startled. "Also, who is Natalia?"

Fett then noticed that it was Maffeo standing in front of her, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry. ”

"It's okay, that's how you should deal with this guy. Marcos scoffed shamelessly.

Rout spoke: "I think we should discuss it." ”

"Is there anything nice?" Marcos asked, but he already had the answer in his mind.

"Come with me. Root walked to the lower cabin.

The interior of the cabin was rudimentary, and Rout spent most of his money on adding weapons to the Sage's Call. Twelve broadside guns on each side is a lot of money for any captain, and with the stern guns and all kinds of ammunition, there shouldn't be any extra money for Rout to buy the internal equipment.

"Actually, I was going to add twenty-four broadside guns to each side of this beautiful babe, but you know, the red-haired devil, I think if I did, she'd cut me. Routter led the two of them through the cramped cabin, and he enthusiastically introduced them to his grand ideals, and the seriousness that had just disappeared at this moment was gone without a trace.

"Didn't you think about adding a diving bell to this ship? I think you should need it. Marcos asked.

"No, no, no, you mean to use the diving bell to go down to the bottom of the sea to find the treasure in the wreckage of those ships? No kidding, those things have been looted by the Empire for a long time, and the ship doesn't go to sea much now. In contrast, it spends more time in the sky, which is strange, isn't it? It was a ship, but it often flew in the sky. ”

"What's that, Magic Drive? I think it's the name. Marcos pretended to think.

"That's right, thanks to the support of the Academy of Magic, I have to say that Sharan is such a good person. ”

As the two talked, they came to the door of the captain's room before they knew it. The door was lightly closed, and Rout stepped forward to push it open. Seeing Vera setting up candles inside, she seemed to know that this was about to become a place for discussion.

"Ahra, Captain Root, it turns out that someone from the Eagle Guild is here, welcome. ”

There is no light in the captain's cabin, so it is a little brighter under the candles. Maffeo looked inside the captain's quarters, which were basically stuffed with all sorts of items. Includes scimitars, charts and compasses, which were commonly used by pirates. It is extremely valuable that there is a miniature model of the Sage's Horn, but its workmanship is too rudimentary.

"Thank you, Vera. Rout smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

Vera didn't care about Root's behavior, she just took a bottle of rum from a cabinet and set it on the table. Rout smiled when he saw this, and he couldn't wait to take out three glasses and fill them with wine one by one. To hell with etiquette, as he had said, he took one of the glasses and drank it after pouring his wine.

"It's time for me to go out on deck and watch those guys, good luck with you. Vera waved and walked out of the captain's room.

When the two saw Root like this, they didn't care about any etiquette, and Marcos took the glass and began to drink, but Maffeo hesitated, and the reason was that he didn't drink. Marcos poked him, and Maffeo took the rum.

"Although the Empire is our enemy, the rum they produce is indeed delicious, and I am sure that all privateers have no resistance to this rum. ”

"Not bad, but slightly worse than the wine at the Moonshine Tavern. Marcos answered.

"Oh, you said that elf hostess's tavern, her wine is really good, and I'd like to go again if I have the chance. ”

Maffeo pretended to be drinking, but not a drop of wine entered his mouth, and the mere smell of the wine made him feel a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Rout poured a new glass of wine for Marcos and put away his cynical expression again, "I see, the biggest question now is who this nobleman is, I think the empire must not be an ordinary nobleman with such high security measures." ”

"Do you have any clue?"

"Let me think about it, the Empire's most prestigious nobleman ......" Root frowned in thought, he had to find a way to know the identity of this nobleman anyway, because it was about some unknown operation of the Empire on the West Coast.