Lanlos, Lanlos again.

In the office of the rich man, Rivigaz looked at the note in his hand, his expression full of anxiety.

Because of Gakison's request before, he was already impressed by this alien elf. But who knows, it has only been a day, and the name of this elf has appeared in front of him again.

And in this puzzling way.

What did he mean? Was it a gesture of goodwill, did he want me to make a deal with him privately, bypassing Mr. Garkison and the hot sand group? But the head of public relations was here to prevent that from happening, and he would be here even in the current situation.

"Lord Rivigaz?" On the other side, Catelyn saw the rich man staring at the palm-sized note, already impatiently waiting.

"Well, I'm thinking about it. With a long exhale, Rivigaz put away the note, paused for a moment and asked, "Did that Lanlos tell you something?"

"No, he asked me to take care of his companion and just left. ”

"I see, then you can do as he says and take care of his companions, especially in recent times. Rivigaz dragged his chin with both hands, and his expression became more and more serious, "By the way, help me call Yorick when you go out." ”

Hearing the name, Caitlyn couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Yorick, commander of the Booty Bay Fleet, known as 'The Shell', is the hardest sea shield in the entire Cape.

In order to exterminate these spies, is Rivigaz going to make a big move? Although he can understand that the imminent threat of Blood Sail needs to be eliminated as soon as possible, will it be too useless to mobilize sea forces?

Although her heart was constantly entangled, Catelyn didn't say it. After all, blackwater is blackwater, and Treasure Bay is Treasure Bay, even if they are all the same boss, but in the final analysis, there is no obligation and necessity for the two parties to communicate with each other about this kind of thing.

"No problem. ”

With a wave of her hand, Caitlyn walked away quickly, leaving Rivigaz alone in the huge office.

What does that elf want to do?

Rivigaz didn't realize that even though the threat of the Bloodsail Pirates was imminent, the name Lanros was a bigger part of his mind.

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The next day at noon.

On the Red Mist, Admiral Tesceth glared angrily at the parrot on his shoulder, staring at the one in front of him, an acquaintance.

"What do you want to do? Do you really think that the blood sail is a soft persimmon, you can pinch it if you want?"

The death of Commander Phil Laren seriously hampered the assault plans of the Bloodsail fleet, and since the reinforcements of the Bloodsails were about to arrive tonight, Tesseth had to temporarily carry the banner and temporarily assume the position of commander.

Speaking of which, he was originally a commander who sat in the rear and gave orders, but now he has to take the lead in charging under artillery fire, isn't this a demotion?

What's even more infuriating is that when he was busy taking over this mess, the initiator of all this returned to him after a day.

Lanlos brushed the ends of his hair from his forehead, and did not make a sound, and gestured with his eyes to the goblins on the side, as if he had completely taken the Tesse and the pirates who surrounded him as air.

"Dear Admiral Tesceth, yes, I brought him here. Fitzprok raised his hand tremblingly.

Yesterday evening, he had seen the strength of this elven master, but who would have thought that this master had actually fought against the Blood Sail Fleet before that? And not only did he not have any resistance to re-boarding the Red Mist, but he didn't say a word about it, until they were surrounded by a group of menacing pirates, he realized that something was wrong.

Obediently, you are not afraid of death, but I am afraid......

The Admiral's murderous gaze moved away from Lanlos and turned to the goblins. Also, to bring the enemy of the blood sail back to the ship of the blood sail in the open, isn't this a grand slap in the face of the admiral?

Thinking of this, Fitzprok hurriedly waved his hand to show weakness: "Don't get excited, calm down, I'll take this uncle...... This elf has come here to do business. ”

"If you want to stop me. Tesses didn't care so much, rubbing the shiny blade, as if he had seen splashes of hot blood in his eyes, "I'll chop up and feed the fish with you." ”

Fitzprok was about to cry, and what made him even more aggrieved was that the elf uncle looked too lazy to explain and leaned against the guardrail. If I get into trouble with the venture capital company, then I really won't have enough lives to die!

No, I can't afford to offend either of them......

Seeing that Tesseth took a step, a strong desire to survive drove Fitzprok to rush forward with an arrow and hugged the admiral's thigh.

"Get out of the way!"

Hearing the whistling of a blade piercing through the air, Fitzprok spoke at the fastest speed of his life, "Wait! We have a plan to weaken the defenses of Booty Cove and at the same time grab a huge fortune!"

Suddenly, the whistling ceased, the pirate cries died down, and Fitzprok's hoarse shout of the word 'fortune' spread far and wide into the sky.

These two words are tantamount to a huge explosion in the Valley of Thorns. As long as these two words are spoken, the locals of the 'hospitable' Thorn Valley will pay attention to it, and even come up directly to 'friendly exchanges'.

Although Tesseth is not based in the Valley of Thorns, as a pirate and with war on the horizon, he knows how powerful money can be.

"Are you sure you're not being manipulated?" though he put away his slashing stance, Tesses hadn't forgotten the elf's offense to Bloodsail the night before.

"You may have misunderstood something, Mr. Admiral. Finally, Lanloth spoke.

The elf's gaze swept contemptuously at the Red Mist at his feet, as well as the two frigates not far away: "Whether it was the night before yesterday or now, I can sink these three small ships to the bottom of the sea, as long as I want." ”

Hearing this, Tessaith seemed to hear something ridiculous and unbelievable, and laughed loudly: "Haha, are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?"

Syllable!

Ignoring the other party's reaction, Lan Luos still looked indifferent, and slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the wind was blowing, and a huge purple meteor fell from the sky surrounded by obscure runes, smashing into the sea not far away.

Rumble!

The rushing waves were shining in the sun, and the roaring waves held up the ship and couldn't stop undulating, and everyone screamed because of the violent shaking, and the deck of the Red Mist suddenly became chaotic.

Holding on to the guardrail, Tesses looked at the elf dumbfounded, this guy's fingertips were still lingering with a faint arcane energy, there was no doubt that the arcane comet just now was his handiwork. But didn't the mage cast a spell to chant a spell? he was just chatting nonsense, just casting such a terrifying magic with such a simple gesture?

How can it be?!

"If I'm interested in dealing with Bloodsails, either alone or to assist Treasure Bay, you won't be able to resist. The elf wagged his fingers, seemingly dissipating the remnants of the rich magic of his fingertips, but in Tess's eyes, it was more like flouting Bloodsail's self-righteousness.

"You, do you understand?"

The waves gradually subsided, but in Tesse's heart, a tsunami was set off. Because when the second half of the sentence sounded, the elf in front of him didn't speak at all!

Turning around in an instant, Tesseth froze in place. Another Lanloth didn't know when he appeared in the shadow of the cabin that was only two meters behind, and what made him even more tearful was that the elf was holding his parrot in his hand.

Illusions, mirrors, shadow steps, flashes?

What spell did he use at that moment, and how many spells did he use?!

No, that's not the point now......

Scold!

The arm stretched forward, and at this distance, Tesseth's scimitar was almost directly pointed at the elf's throat: "Let go of the salty biscuits!"