When the sun set on June 19, the knights of the Guards who had remained on Tenance Island couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info In the past two days, Thorgrande has not done anything special, and during the day he soaked in the library of the castle he was surprised to find that Sigrani had collected so many drafts and copies of Mastar's official documents, which allowed him to get a good understanding of Mastar's political system and situation, and he had a good appetite for food, and he had destroyed a whole sheep in the past two days.

After dinner, he would take a short walk and spend half an hour looking in the direction of the pier. In the eyes of the knights of the guard, this move was clearly a move by Sogrend to look forward to the early return of his lover, and perhaps they were right.

At the end of the day's walk, Saugrede asked the kitchen for a bucket of ice cubes and a bottle of Faertu's 340-year-old "Bloodflower" red wine. The reason why this wine is called "blood flower" is because its color is indeed very similar to blood, and its smell is very light, but the taste is not as viscous as blood at all, but more refreshing.

Back in his room, Saugland shoved a leg of lamb that he had secretly hidden at noon into the ice. In order to prevent him from getting his weapons, the Mastars even kept a close eye on the utensils they had for their meals, but they did not seem to have any doubts about how a sheep could have managed to clean up three leg bones.

An hour after he returned to his room, the two female knights outside the door heard the sound of glass breaking, followed by Thorgrande's cries of pain. They hurriedly pushed the door in, only to see Sogrede sitting on the bed clutching his wrists, his hands covered with bright red liquid, unable to distinguish between wine and blood. The bottle shattered to the ground.

"It doesn't matter."

"It's nothing, it seems to have cut an artery, and it's really careless under it."

"Sarah, go get the medicine." The slightly older one said, and the female knight named Sarah hurried out.

"You can clean up the broken glass first, if you accidentally get someone hurt again."

"Indeed." The female knight who remained knelt on the floor, bowed her head and began to pick up the pieces.

"Be careful." Quietly, Thorgrande pulled out the leg of lamb, which had been frozen with ice, from the bed and struck it accurately at the back of the knight's head. The power and position are just right, just to stun the opponent.

After confirming that the other party was unconscious, Sogrerd first searched her purse, and then stuffed the unconscious person under the bed. As soon as I was done, the footsteps came from far and near. Thorgrande hurried back to bed, still clutching his wrists.

Sarah looked through the door and asked, "Hey, where's Jessica?" ”

"Oh, she's gone get a change of sheets." Thorgrande lied undeservedly.

"Then I'll bandage your Excellency first."

"I'm tired."

Ten seconds later, the same thing happened again. Sogrand tied up the two unconscious people, and in order to delay the time for them to wake up and call for help, he also stripped the two of them to only their underwear, and robbed the purses of the two young ladies by the way. Sigrani was indeed a generous lord, and Sogrend came to this conclusion after examining his purse.

After that, it is not too difficult to get out of the castle. But Sogrande's clothes were too luxurious to cause him unnecessary trouble. So, he went around to the night watchman's duty room and stole a burlap cloak. The night watchman went out on patrol, so there was no trouble in the whole process.

In the evening, the only bar on the island of Tenance comes alive with fishermen and sailors who have money to spare. The fiery boss lady shuttled between the crowds, with disgust, with a professional smile to deal with the harassment that came from time to time.

A strange young man came that night, and he went to the bar and asked for an ale. His amethyst eyes quickly aroused the enthusiasm of the proprietress, who unexpectedly quickly distributed the drinks on the tray and took the opportunity to come back to the bar to talk: "Young man, where are you from?" Looks like I've never seen you before. ”

"I just came with Princess Sigrani's ship the other day."

"You're a knight?"

"No, I'm just a translator." Sogrend wanted to see how widely the story of himself and Sigrani had been spread in Mastar.

"Oh, legend has it that the princess has a crush on a Pharian, and that's true."

"What time is the fastest time for the boat to go back to the mainland, my mother is sick, I have to go back." Thorgrande thought to himself: Sigrani's political enemies seemed to be trying to make good use of the rumors about herself and her, and they had spread the news so quickly.

This aroused the sympathy of the proprietress and she leaned over to Sogre and whispered as she pointed with her eyes, "I see no people in the corner, among them is the captain of the smuggling ship." If you're in a hurry to leave, ask them. Her Royal Highness the Princess has ordered that ships are not allowed to leave the island without permission. She compensated the fishermen with some money so they wouldn't go to sea. Only smugglers dare, and if you're not in such a hurry to leave, we can talk a little longer. As she spoke, the proprietress gently bit Thorgrande's earlobe with her sexy lips, and she blushed with satisfaction as she looked at the young man in front of her, smiled coquettishly, took the tray handed by the bartender, and left the bar.

"Hey, Selina, do you want the old cow to eat the tender grass? That little white face is not for you. One of the drinkers teased.

"Dead ghost, I want you to take care of it!"

"Thank you for the ale." Thorgrande drank the wine from the wooden cup, leaving three coppers, and walked to the corner table.

The sailors were rolling the dice, and a muscular middle-aged man with bronzed skin was looking out the window while drinking beer.

"Which one is the captain here?"

"I just, what's the matter?" The middle-aged man put down his glass and looked at Saulgrande.

"I heard that your ship will be leaving port soon, where is it going?" It was then that Thorgrande realized that the captain's eyes were the color of the sea when the sea was angry.

"Rolbuna, what?"

"I want to take a boat below."

The captain and sailors laughed, and Sogrand still stood politely.

"Someone wants to hit our ship? Hahaha....... You're a layman, aren't you? Okay, I'll give you two ways: first, hand over all the money on your body. 2. Bet with me for a game, and if you win, you will be sent to your destination for free, even to hell; If you lose, I'll dig out your purple eyes. The captain said viciously.

"You're an interesting person, I'll play a game with you next, how do you play?" Sogre completely ignored the threatening part of the other man's words.

The captain was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, and seemed to be interested. "Each rolls the dice once, and the person with the highest total wins."

"Okay, please do it first."

The captain grabbed the three dice, swiped them in his hand a few times, and threw them into the bowl with great confidence: six, six, five. This means that Sogrande must roll three sixes to win. The sailors laughed and jolted at Sogrande. Thorgrande chuckled and unhurriedly borrowed three dice from the collar table.

"Heh, do you think you'll have good luck with the dice from another table?" Someone among the sailors spoke up.

Seeing that Sogrend ignored him, he quickly grabbed six dice and threw them directly into the bowl: five, four, four, three, two, one, a total of nineteen points. The people around were stunned, "Sorry, I won under the next." ”

It took a moment for the sailors to react, and they were about to attack them in groups, but they were stopped by the captain. They looked at each other, and after a while, the captain laughed again, "I like you very much, it's funny, you remind me of someone." It's been a long time since anyone has made me so happy. Alright, let's go. ”

"Where?" A sailor asked.

"Nonsense, of course, send this gentleman to Rolbuna." The poor sailors were tragically despised by the collective.

Out of the bar, Thorgrande remembered that he hadn't asked the captain for his name, so he asked. The sailors all looked at him in amazement, but the captain seemed to think of something, and replied, "Everyone on the road calls me Hook." ”

"Down there's ......" was still exchanged, and Sogrend was about to report his name.

"Needless to say, there are some things that everyone understands, but there is no need to cover them up with lies." Captain Hook laughed.

The group took advantage of the night to the beach and pushed a dinghy into the sea. In the moonlight, a small boat floated on the peaceful sea of Swana, and the ancient and eerie song came from the ship:

Blood on the treasure chest,

The bones under the golden scepter,

At the end of the labyrinth is the scythe of death;

The siren's song,

Medusa's eyes,

Gentle Township eventually brings you into the coffin......

The dinghy skimmed a Mastar patrol boat and circled to the other side of Tenance Island. Thorgrande was surprised to find that there was a large natural cave here, which could definitely hide a warship or two. And just as he guessed, there was indeed a warship in the cave.

Captain Hook commanded the dinghy to approach the ship, and Sogrend followed the group up the cable one by one. As soon as they were on board, a hunchbacked old man came up with the candle, and there were few yellowed teeth left. Most women would scream in fear when he laughed, Sogrend thought.

"The captain is back, oh? Who is that gentleman in the back, the new tent? The old man asked.

"No, dear first mate. He was my guest. Captain Hook replied.

"Really, it would be inconvenient to not have an account. I'm old, my mind is no longer good, and I can't manage my accounts. Last time, the one was a little greedy, but the account was still doing well, but you didn't listen to me, and cut him into seventeen pieces and fed him to the sharks. Okay, let's not talk about it, you're going to think I'm going to be verbose again. The old man turned and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Slackers, get up and prepare to sail." ”

"That's what my first mate is, please don't mind, Your Excellency. I always wanted him to retire, but he wouldn't. Captain Hook said as he looked at the old man's rickety back, his eyes filled with the emotions of a son who revered his father.

The old man didn't hear anything else, only the word "retirement", and immediately jumped up. "What about retirement, there has never been a retired pirate, I am still a pirate even if I am a hundred years old. Pirates can only die at sea, and if I listen to you, I will be laughed at in Hell in the future: 'Ha, a pirate who dies on land. ’”

"Alright, alright. My first mate, as long as you live for one day, you will be my first mate for one day, isn't that okay? Don't be rude in front of your guests. Captain Hook could only coax the old man.

"You have an excellent and reliable first mate, Mr. Captain." Sogrend said sincerely.

"Thank you for the compliment, it is our honor to serve you." The captain then gave orders to his men, "Lift anchor and set sail, and the destination is Rolbuna." ”

In this way, Sogrerd boarded the Tiger Shark, the most legendary pirate ship in the Iswana Sea, and of course he himself would be a part of the legend of the Tiger Shark.

After a night's voyage, Saugrand was delivered safely to Rolbuna. Taking advantage of the pre-dawn darkness, the pirate ship sailed into the port of Rauburna and disembarked at the docks. When the port staff realized that it was the famous "Tiger Shark", the other party had already arrogantly flown away from their pursuit with the skull flag.

After saying goodbye to the lovely pirates, Thorgrande immediately found an inn to stay in. Due to the need to accommodate seafarers, the service industry in Rölbuna is open almost 24 hours a day. He asked the runner to buy a few sets of ordinary clothes for him, and then took the changed clothes to the pawnshop to pawn. To his astonishment, the pawnshop guy didn't hesitate to put his original outfit in 20 silver coins. It can be seen that the life of the upper class of Mastar is indeed luxurious.

After breakfast, he began to inquire about the route to Shurasa, and the innkeeper suggested that he take a mail boat directly. The boat would follow along the coastal road and then enter the Mose River in Mara and sail upriver to Shurasa. Luckily, there was a mail boat to Shuraza that day, and Sogrend, of course, did not hesitate to pay the boss an extra silver coin to show his gratitude.

When Thorgrande boarded the ship, he found it full of young men, carrying all sorts of two-handed swords. This puzzled Thorgrande. So, in order to prevent others from being suspicious, he asked in mainland Mandarin: "Why do you want to bring swords?" Are there many robbers along the way? ”

One of them replied in mainland Chinese: "You are a foreigner, right?" This year is the year of the Sword Tournament in Mastar. We're going to compete, and if we finish in the top 32, we can get the knighthood. The champion is given the title of 'Juggernaut' and can make a reasonable request to the Emperor. ”

"Only the Mastarians can participate."

"No, foreigners can participate, but no foreigner has ever been in the top 32?"

"I see, thank you for your advice." Sogrend thought to himself that there were shortcuts to take, and it was so smooth.

Hans Macmillan is known as "the first swordsmith of the Mastar", and although his shop is located in the most obscure neighborhood of Surasa, this does not affect his business. Even if it is not exclusively for the royal family, it has received orders from the royal family. The silver-handled slim sword he built for Princess Sigrani is known among connoisseurs as the best of swords. But Hans never paid attention to these powerful people, he only cared about forging swords and running shops.

That afternoon, the elder Macmillan was resting in the shop with his granddaughter Estella in his arms, and a young man in a blue cloak walked away. The young man browsed quietly in the hall of Wakadai. After a long time, he finally found a strange one-handed sword (that is, a one-handed sword) among a large number of two-handed swords.

"Sir, I want this, please give me the corresponding hilt and scabbard, okay?"

Old Macmillan glanced at the sword, turned and walked to the back of the shop. Little Estella looked curiously at the visitor, and then staggered after her grandfather. It was about half an afternoon before the old man came out with a dusty box. Seeing that the young man was still there, he smiled with satisfaction: "Give me the sword." The young man carefully presented the sword, "This is a good sword, but it is a pity that I have slept in vain in the store for more than ten years." Young man, this is the best work of my life and that of my master. ”

"Then why didn't anyone buy it?" Young people can't understand that a sword that has taken two generations of painstaking effort will go unappreciated.

"Because the people of this country don't like to use the Kataku sword, and even more so they don't deserve it." As he spoke, the old man handed back the loaded sword to the young man. The hilt and scabbard are both ivory-colored, and indeed the hilt is made of ivory, and there is an amethyst of the same size on each side, and the sword body is slightly curved, with a different color from ordinary steel.

The moment the young man drew his sword, the two amethysts immediately burst into dazzling brilliance. The young man was surprised, and the swordsmith smiled contentedly, "The 'Tooth Moon' made of meteor iron has finally found its owner this time. ”

The light faded, "This sword must have a certain origin, right?" The young man asked.

"Thirty years ago, my master traveled alone in the desert of Gruchtana. A meteor streaked overhead and crashed into the dunes a few miles away from him. He had obtained the sword in the meteorite, the meteor iron and the amethyst on the hilt, and it had taken him ten years to complete the sword. Twenty years ago, he gave it to me when he was dying, and it took me another five years to fulfill my master's last wish. The master once said that when the amethyst shines, it is the day the sword is born. ”

"How much does it cost?"

"Now that it has recognized you as its master, how dare I take a penny? But can you tell me your name in return? ”

"Saugland Leus. Thank you very much. The young man put away his sword and left, and the swordsmith nodded at his back with a sense of understanding.