"Hello." The man in the black trench coat climbed onto the side of the boat and jumped easily onto the wide deck, grinning at the people in front of him as he lifted his somewhat crooked top hat on his head.

"The ship is now requisitioned." The man ignored the gaze of a fool thrown around him, and he smiled cruelly, his white teeth standing out in the sunlight.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Arturo Andrelade, and I am about to take over as the third officer of this ship." Arturo smiled at the passengers on the liner with a greedy desire for it as if a drunkard had met his beloved Sunia Blood Wine.

With the sound of a whistle, the man in a black trench coat easily dodged the fire from three positions on the deck and fired back with a burst of high-pressure steam rifles from behind. His body and consciousness were greatly enhanced in Sequence 9, and it was a breeze to deal with a few people who were not yet extraordinary.

But it was clear that the guy was not content to just get rid of them, and while his companions were still subduing the passengers or security guards in all corners of the ship, he carried a steam rifle in one hand and drew a folding knife about fifteen inches long from the boot in his right hand.

There weren't many people on deck, and there weren't any extraordinary, so it became a playground for him to slaughter, but as he licked the blood from the knife as he couldn't finish it, a not-so-comforting news came from his companions.

There is a Sequence 7 Navigator on this ship.

Arturo stopped, there weren't many of them on the ship, there were only three people from the Andreillard family who were from him, all of them were only Sequence 9 except him, and the highest sequence among the others was only a Sequence 8 "barbarian", so in all fairness, the chances of forcibly taking down the small freighter were not very good.

Let the baboons test the water first, he did not arrive at the first time with such an idea, so when he saw the subdued "navigator", there was already a male corpse lying on the ground that was excreting extraordinary characteristics.

Fuck the garbage! Arturo kicked the acquaintance in some exasperation, and he raised his steam rifle with one hand, ready to give the poor Storm Cultist a scoop.

"Wait a minute." The plump, blue-eyed brown-haired woman reached out to stop him, "I have some questions to ask, you have to wait a while." Arturo looked at the people standing behind her and the people who might be standing next to her, but in the end he didn't pull the trigger.

"Whatever, I'm not in a hurry for a while." He smiled and lowered the muzzle of his gun, then shot and broke one of the captive's arms with lightning speed as the other man turned to signal the black-haired man for interrogation.

"Sorry, the gun went off." The brown-haired woman's chest heaved and heaved, and she stared at this seemingly uninhibited but ruthless villain, and finally forced herself to squeeze out a sentence.

"Hopefully you'll be able to control your trigger."

"Thank you for your understanding, but firearms are always the subject of all sorts of accidents for a variety of reasons, aren't they, Miss Fatima." The "winged angel" squinted his eyes and whistled softly, slung his rifle over his shoulder, and turned and walked out of the cramped cabin.

……

Elle Arista, dressed in a nightdress, had long silver hair, and she had just finished bathing, and there were still undried droplets on her hair, and because she didn't have proper shoes, she simply stepped barefoot on the floor covered with scattered clothes and paper.

Although her eyes were still covered with black ribbons, she easily avoided all kinds of obstacles with her superb inspiration, and there was only one salted fish in the house, and Miss "Judgment" was not here.

She looked at the salted fish, who was completely paralyzed and lying on the couch with a newspaper covering his face, and mischievously lifted a little foot without shoes, the white skin that had just been soaked in the warm water was a little pink, and the crystal toes were no longer curled, but stretched out and poked into Folth's neckline.

The salted fish lady sprang up with a sharp start, turned her head again with a red face, and pushed down the leg that was on her shoulder.

"Why don't you wear anything?!"

"Huh? Have it? Elle stroked her long silver hair, kneeling and approaching Foirth from behind, but the other party reached out to block it, and she pouted helplessly.

"Am I not wearing a nightdress?" She smiled and tried to wrap her arms around the writer again, but this time she didn't escape, and was wrapped around her chest by a pair of slender little arms.

"Sister Folth is going to come on, you see, my index finger can still be crossed." Furth tried to break free again, but when she found that the pale arms that seemed to be thin were very advantageous, she simply took advantage of the situation and lay back again.

Well, much more comfortable than the couch.

Elle obviously didn't expect this salted fish to be really lazy to this extent, if you break free again, maybe I won't pester you, she looked at the slightly curly brown-haired big sister lying on her body, speaking of which, this is the first time she has had such an intimate action with others, even between her and Audrey, she is not lying on her lap as casually as now.

Well, and Ms. D, they don't count, but only those I know well.

A certain tea is very unconscionable not to think about those poor insects, and the eyes of the Aurora Society did not say that although many people did not impress her, their appearance was definitely a potential candidate for "secret prayer people".

At that moment, the diminutive lady pushed open the door, and the corners of her eyes throbbed uncontrollably when she saw the messy room and the two people snuggling intimately on the sofa.

Yes, she saw Elle point to her at Furth, who was lying comfortably and leisurely, and make a silent gesture, and she couldn't help but step forward and pull up her lazy roommate.

Firth looked at Hugh's angry face with a bit of a blank look, this was the first time in her memory that the other party had shown such an expression to herself, and she suddenly felt a little worried that if Hugh really wanted to beat her, would Elle come to help?

"Miss Hugh, it's none of my ...... about Sister Furth's business."

"Shut up!" The three of them were stunned at the same time, and Hugh didn't know why he suddenly yelled so loudly at the girl, even though she wasn't actually as weak as she seemed.

Russell the Great famously said that even the most incorruptible official could hardly adjudicate his own family disputes, and this sentence seems to be very appropriate here, and the arbitrator lady calmed down and grabbed the hand of the idle fish writer and said to her.

"You sleep with me tonight."

The silver-haired imp smiled imperceptibly, and she retracted her legs that were pillowed under Furth, watching as Hugh forcibly pulled Forth away, and then rolled happily on the couch.

"Ah~hahaha, this room is finally my Gunara God of Darkness~" The door was once again opened by the short blonde girl, who looked directly at the untidy Elle and asked indifferently.

"What's wrong with you again?!"

Ai Lei was a little embarrassed not to look at the majestic Miss Hugh, although she felt the loosening of the digestion of the "monster" potion before, but if she really met again in the future, would Miss Hugh give her a straight punch directly because of her current prejudice?

Elle scrambled down from the couch and obediently returned to the room that belonged to Firth and closed the door.

Hey? She saw the only neat stack of manuscript paper in the messy room, and finally pulled out a chair and sat down.

At the same time, she unleashed her inspiration and tried her best to eavesdrop on the movements in the other bedroom.

"Well, you can consider opening a new book, it's called "Idle Fish Escape, Domineering Judge Falls in Love with Me", well, just use Owen Kersma's pen name, write an outline first, and update it with the book "Me and My Countess". She skillfully picked up a pen and wrote on the paper, and lit a Forth cigarette along the way.

"It seems that Forthth and Hugh are both short of money, and the taste of tobacco is really not good." She complained about Furth's beloved, pushed her chin and suddenly remembered the man she didn't like but now smoked women's cigarettes.

After the prom was exposed, Beckland's official extraordinaire should be clearing the Aurora Society now, and speaking of which, Tingen's god should be coming soon, if he can use that incident to attract him to leave Beckland, he can leave directly by boat.

As for Ulorius, just kidding, even if he was his own father, he couldn't have stared at it all day. It was no accident that he was suddenly and briefly stopped by "divine iniquity" last time, and if he appeared in Beckland again, the prepared churches might be able to make him suffer greatly.

It's just a pity that Yemenga couldn't keep Ziringos under Azik at the end, so the next words can only follow the development of the plot to contact the more dangerous Jason Beria.