In the early morning, the waves crash against the sand, revealing a variety of white shells. On this beach, a few little feet are moving and jumping, flying on the sand and stepping on the waves.

Syllable! Elkan struck his sword at the wooden stick that his friend had raised. No, the guy in his hand can't be called a sword, it's just a wooden stick sharpened into an oval shape. The sticks are made from shrubs from the seaside, which are heavy, tough, and durable. The town's children love to use it to make their own practice weapons, and even many adults use the tree as a strength training machine.

Catching Elkan's heavy vertical split, the little boy rolls on the soft sand and sweeps towards Elkan's calf. Syllable! Elkan blocked the cunning blow with his wooden sword under his sword.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! On the beach, the wooden swords kept fighting, and the little boys occasionally used the actual combat skills they had learned from their elders, and more often than not, they fought blindly. When the little friend rolled to his feet again, Elkan laughed!

"What are you laughing at, Elkan!" The little boy blushed. This caught the eyes of the other pair of boys, who looked over the boy's shoulder and laughed.

A shell was pressing against the little boy's bare shoulder, and the hermit crab inside was poking its head out, swaying from side to side in panic!

The boy who saw the hermit crab on his shoulder swept the hermit crab off his shoulder angrily, and as soon as the shell hit the ground, he propped up his feet and ran quickly towards the waves. The boy couldn't help but laugh, sweat sliding from the corners of his raised mouth.

"Here you go! Let's take a break! Elkan took a sip of the water he had filled with his gourd and handed it to his friend.

"If it weren't for my dad going to sea, I would have learned a trick." After taking a sip of water, the little boy said with pity.

The people of Campany are martial arts and have their own set of martial arts. Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, the mighty Campany ruled over more than a dozen neighboring countries. Almost all of the men here made a living as escorts for merchant ships, while the women were skilled in the handicrafts. Campany is home to the Scarbuda Bazaar, the largest spice craft market in the area, and its people are not afraid to do business with pirates. A while ago, a woman who was molested by a drunken pirate chased the drunk man three streets with a stick that poked the canopy.

"Elkan! That's a sailboat? The little boy standing next to Elkan asked, Erkan had the best eyesight of them all. Elkan's black eyes looked where the boy was pointing, and there was indeed a small sailboat heading towards them!

This beach is their secret base, just a small stretch of sand, surrounded by a reef, and almost no one lands from here.

"Is it a pirate?" Elkan didn't know. Pirates attacked Campany a few years ago, and they were beaten back by the men, but Elkan remembered the cries of the town, the buildings destroyed by the shelling, and the small group of friends who had disappeared forever.

"We're going to hide!" Elkan and his friends hid behind the reef nearby, not sure if the man had seen them.

As the man approached the shore, the man quickly folded his sails. He pulled the reins on his muscular arm, and ran to the beach on the waves, dragging the boat ashore.

Spartacus was in a trance when the rough soles of his feet touched the soft sand, and many years ago, when he was a child, he had run on the same sand.

He finally came back, from hell to his hometown.

Spartacus wore a hood that obscured his appearance, but Elkan recognized him at a glance. Because Elkan had climbed over the wall of his house and had been spanked by him.

"Spartacus!" After the reef, Elkan screamed.

Spartacus looked over the rocks where the sound was made, and it was the boys who used to climb the walls of his house. At this time, they were running towards Spartacus.

"Spartacus! Where have you been all these years? "Adults don't say everything to children, at least not about the harsh reality.

"Little Elkan, how are you Aunt Ragta and Monet? There are no strange people coming to the island lately! ”

"Strange people? I've seen strangers in the harbor with a few white masks! ”

"Didn't Aunt Rageta and Monet go to sea with you?"

"Oh my God!"

These two pieces of news almost destroyed the whole world of Spartacus, his heart ached so much that he couldn't beat, and the cool sea breeze turned into thousands of knives, threatening to cut him with a thousand knives, leaving an empty shell.

"Spartacus, go to my house. My dad is at home, he probably knows! "The clever little Elkan realized that something was wrong.

The children finished their activities and went home separately.

Elkan takes Spartacus through the Scarbuda Bazaar, where his home is on the other side.

The sun was warm, the ash of the carriages shimmering in the sun, the voices of people were bustling, the air was filled with the smell of thyme, rosemary and lavender, and the Campany women were selling their own sackcloth in the stalls.

Campany women always keep the best linen for their husbands, and unlike the standard of sale, they are fitted with needlework and the cuffs are joined in a unique way. Spartacus's wife's hands were the most skillful of Campanel, and she had made him a new dress before his last trip.

He couldn't think anymore, his heart was bleeding.

Knock...... The shirtless man in the room opened the door.

"Spartacus!" He shouted! Then he gave the man in front of him a hug.

"Come in! Come on in!"

"Stinky boy, go and pour tea for your uncle!" The man patted Elkan's little head gently.

"Alas......" the man pulled Spartacus to the stool and sat down: "Little Elkan told you?" ”

Spartacus nodded.

"It's not that bad, Spartacus, it's not as bad as you think!" The man patted Spartacus on the shoulder as he spoke, which made Spartacus's eyes light up again.

"Tell me, Reses, what's wrong with them!"

Little Elkan rushed goat milk tea for the two adults and sat beside him obediently.

"After you were captured by the Celestial Dragons, Ragta contracted the wind and cold because of his thoughts, and the sensible little Monet went to the herb shop to grab the medicine by himself."

"We have a lot of fish here, and little Monet was captured by pirates and sold to slave traders."

"Ragta chased out with your shield, but it was still a step too late, and when the clue was found, the ship was already out to sea. Ragerta and we caught the pirate who kidnapped little Monet and made him a target. ”

"It's been a year since Ragta spent all your savings for so many years, bought a boat, and gathered a few fellow villagers to go to sea together."

The man patted Spartacus on the shoulder, giving him some comfort.

"At least, they weren't caught by the White Mask."

Still, Raghtha found some clues, and Monet grabbed the ship on board, which was the ship of the king of the sea, Umit. However, I have rarely heard of the Giant Shield Pirates formed by Ragta. ”

The man said, turning around and digging through the box to find a bounty order.

Spartacus looked closely.

The once gentle expression had disappeared from the green-haired woman's face, and there was a scar on her emaciated chin, and her temperament was fierce and fierce. The curly green hair had been shaved short on both sides, and the rest was tied back in braids.

Tears finally welled up from his eyes, warm and wet, dripping onto the bounty order.

Shieldmaiden Ragta Bounty: 60,000,000 Bailey