Harry opened his eyes, he was awakened by a sound that resounded through the sky, looking out the window at the dark blue sky and floating clouds. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I was supposed to be drunk by my master last night, and I slept outside, how could I be here?!" Harry covered his mouth and hurriedly shook off the quilt on his body, not even wearing shoes, and rushed directly to the washing room, where the sound of someone vomiting violently came from the washing room.

"Okay, it's so uncomfortable. Holding his stomach and looking sluggish, Harry stepped out of the cabin and sat down on a chair on deck, his face pressed against the wooden table, feeling very uncomfortable.

It turned out that Harry was not the only one, everyone was in a similar situation, they drank more than Harry, Harry only took a small sip and fainted, you can imagine how powerful this wine is.

"Everyone, your sobering soup is here. Kalia carried several bowls with spoons in both hands, and the small round bowls made of white porcelain were half filled with light-colored, steaming soup, and were neatly served in front of everyone.

The long-haired blond man at a table changed into a white shirt and black pants, which vividly embodied the word handsome, covered the blonde hair in front of his forehead and sighed, and said with a wry smile, "Yesterday, it was really bad." ”

"Who's to say it wasn't, if it weren't for the fact that Master Festria didn't know where to get that wine, I wouldn't have fallen down so easily. The dark-skinned bald uncle said helplessly with the bowl of soup.

"What's wrong with you, Nabo, you don't like to talk very much today. After taking a sip of soup with a bowl, the bald uncle said to Nabo, who was sleeping on the table next to him.

"Ignore me, leave me alone, it's a terrible nightmare. Nabo lay on the table and turned his head to look at the other side, and the young knight at the other table in that direction also noticed Nabo at this time, and lowered his head with a blushing face, Nabo remembered something bad.

I was happy to sit in a spring dream, the beauty is in my arms, can I do something, but when I woke up this morning, I found that there was a shivering, disheveled guy in my arms, it was a man, and then a frightened sound broke out in the sky, and everyone was awakened, including Festria, who also shouted in a very loud voice to beat the person who made the sound of killing the pig, and the frightened sound stopped.

Harry took the small spoon and took a spoonful and put it in his mouth, but the whole person was shocked, the wonderful feeling spread all over the body, the body became warmer, over and over again, Harry thought that the small spoon was too slow to drink the soup, and directly picked up the bowl, took a deep sigh of emotion, put down the empty bowl, exhaled comfortably, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and his face gradually improved.

Harry's heart only had the feeling of being so delicious that it exploded, and the food that Sister Kalia cooked every day was really delicious, and she was really happy.

"Harry, do you want to drink it again? Kalia said as she came to Harry with the last glass of soup.

Harry accepted the bowl of soup with gratitude, and tasted it happily with a spoon under the envious and jealous eyes of everyone, Harry realized that there was no point in swallowing dates, and only by tasting slowly could he discover the beauty of this bowl of soup.

"Mine, Kalia?" said Festeria, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning, looking like she had just gotten up, and indeed she had scurried up when she smelled the attractive scent.

"Oh, Mistress Festeria, I'm sorry, they've broken it up. Kalia said with an apologetic look on her face, but no matter how she looked at it, it was deliberate.

"No, no, I want it, I want it, I want to drink it, I want it too..."

"It's useless for you to do this, I'm going to prepare breakfast, no, it's Chinese food. "Kalia bypassed the cute Festria.

Festeria stopped rolling and snorted angrily as she half-sat on the floor with her cheeks puffed, but only for a moment, she saw that Kalia had completely disappeared from her sight, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, facing Harry as he savored the soup.

Sure enough, the scene of bullying children was played out again, and Festria slipped quietly behind Harry's chair, and the long-haired man in front of Harry, the bald uncle, and Nabo all saw it, and Festeria clenched her fist to warn them, and they all drank the little soup left in their bowls and looked away.

Taking advantage of her height and hand length, Festria snatched Harry's soup from behind, smiling lewdly and holding her hand against Harry's head to prevent him from approaching, while drinking the soup in the bowl heroically, Harry waved his little hand, trying to defend his soup, but it was doomed to be useless, Harry could only watch the soup being drunk by the brazen master in front of him, and his big black eyes became teary.

After this little episode, it didn't take long for Kalia to move to a feast similar to the Manchu and Han banquets, and not long after everyone started eating, everyone's heads were clouded, and everyone raised their heads to look at the "behemoth" in the sky?

The "behemoth" above everyone's heads was a black ship, with a huge white skull carved in the center of the hull, and a flag with two scimitars crossed under the skull fluttering on the flagpole.

The black ship suddenly fired an unknown black chain with an awl from underneath the ship, and with a certain amount of force, it was inserted into the magical protective barrier of Harry's ship, and the white barrier was pierced by these awls, and the air flow from outside also rushed in, but it was not much, it was the scale of a small gust of wind.

Then a large iron chain with a stone tied to it was thrown into the hole at a precise angle, and the wooden floor was smashed into a deep pit, and the terrified neighing of horses was heard from below, and one after another slid down the chain and landed steadily.

"Hand over the valuable things on you, or you'll be better in a minute." One of them, a sturdy man with a black cloth covering his face, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and said viciously.

"Papapa......" Harry's applause came like a stormy wave, like a circus clown making difficult moves, and then everyone applauded from off the stage.

These people coming down from above are a little overwhelmed by this scene, what's the situation?! We're robbing, can't they see it?

"Hey, I said you, don't you see that we are robbing, hurry up and hand over something valuable to me. The muscular, muscular man spoke again, and a dozen men next to him pulled out their weapons and walked towards Harry.