The storm, which had roared all night, gradually calmed down at dawn. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA swordsman in purple armor climbed onto the bow deck and leaned over the parapet to look out over the archipelago hidden in the sea mist. The captain, who had been standing at the helm for a long time, greeted him warmly: "Good morning, Lord Jerter. I thought last night's bumps were going to make you sleep until we landed. ”

"It was an annoying night, but staying up late gave me more time to think about what I didn't. Jert took a deep breath of the humid air, then replied nonchalantly.

"I guess most of the so-called 'some and no' are related to the coquettish prostitutes in Howling Bay. The captain quipped, with a wicked grin.

"On the contrary, it's basically about you. Like what drove you to decide to spend your life on this wrecked ship. ”

"Haha, I'm so honored that the big celebrity around Prince Barnett is willing to waste the whole night thinking about me, the down-and-out captain. The captain smiled heartily, and the voice beckoned the monkey on the mast. He happily fiddled with the pet squatting on his shoulder, but the smile disappeared when Jert's next sentence blurted out.

"I think maybe you can't get used to the wide wooden bed in the tavern that can accommodate you. ”

"Your title of 'poisonous tongue' is indeed well deserved. The captain viciously squeezed out a response that was not a counterattack.

"'Viper,' Sir Raven. Frey corrected, and then he walked to the cabin, "Slow down the fleet, and we'll wait until lunch." Rather than mingle with those sub-people, I'd rather stay at sea and throw up a little longer. ”

Captain Raven dismissively straightened his belt twice, pulled out his flare gun and shot into the sky. Four heavy warships, including the Iron Maiden, put away their sails and wood pulp, and let the wooden behemoth drift on the sea.

By taking advantage of the undercurrents that surged into the distance, the fleet managed to delay the landing until noon, causing the lords and guards of Alballad to stand on the docks for a morning with the sea breeze blowing. Dert walked proudly in front of the people, contemptuously skimming the groveling compliments of the lord.

"I hope you've prepared a proper lunch. As he approached the castle gate, Jert reluctantly spoke to the lord.

"Of course, of course. The lord continued to nod and bowed, "My lord has come from afar, how dare I slack off." ”

In fact, as the lord said, in the castle's not spacious dining room, a lunch was prepared that was not inferior to that of a royal banquet. But Jert didn't look down on the delicacies on the table at all, and after eating only one bite of lobster meat, he put down his knife and fork with disdain. Apparently, the lord of Alballad failed to find his appetite and everything he did turned out to be in vain.

"My lord, if the meal is not to your liking, I will tell the fireman to make something else. The lord asked cautiously, his forehead and sideburns covered in cold sweat in the warm hall.

"That's it. Jert waved his hand, thinking to himself that it would be difficult for the isolated island nation to make decent dishes. He looked down on Alballard, and was frustrated when he was first sent here by the prince to collect the arrears of taxes, although Alballad was still nominally an independent and self-governing state, but in fact became a vassal of the Southern Empire as a result of Barnett's fire. The archipelago was littered with ruins, and its ragged citizens lived in the wreckage of half-bare houses, and whenever Jert led the guards past, they babbled and begged, annoying Jert with their weepings. There were still countless subhuman slaves working in the only mine in the archipelago, and Jert could smell the stench of sweat from the mines a mile away before he had even landed on the island. The thought of a possible visit to the mine made Jert sick to his stomach and frowned tightly.

When the lord who sat in the master's seat saw that Jert's face was not good, he immediately ordered the servant to call some young girls to the table. They were the "best goods" chosen by the lord among the poor citizens to entertain warlords or pirates who had crossed the seas to "plunder". About seven or eight girls dressed in tulle skirts lined up behind Jert for him to choose. He grabbed a good-looking red-haired girl and pushed her away in disgust.

"Let's talk about taxes. Jert roared impatiently.