"Dead old man, I don't know what you have to cling to, if you can quickly hand over the things to help our family get rid of the curse, there will be nothing. You don't have to huddle in this crowded and smelly place anymore, do you?" the one-eyed woman stretched out her long-gloved hand and took a handkerchief to wipe her black and purple cloak vigorously, the room was actually quite a small space, but she just didn't sit down, and she didn't want to touch any part of the room.

Master Finch looked at the woman's disgusted eyes, leaned back in his seat relaxedly, and said, "You are still so stubborn, I think this place is quite spacious, at least suitable for me to read these ancient books." And it's pretty clean, at least I'm used to living here. ”

"Enough. The woman slammed the floor twice with her staff, seemingly striking a few bolts of electricity on the wall, flashing in front of Master Finch.

"I've been telling you for more than ten years, and you just don't want to give up. I thought you could become the head of the Fortifier family, and you really had some extraordinary skills, but now it seems that ah, but Er'er. Hey······" He shook his head sadly.

"Old thing, don't pretend to be garlic here!" the woman said impatiently: "You and I both know the secret of the curse, and you and I both know how to find a way to end the curse." Your disciple named Polo found the Dead Sea Paperwork, but you destroyed it yourself! You are watching the sea be destroyed by pollution! You are a sinner! The greatest sinner!"

"I'm afraid the biggest sinners will be the Builders family after all. Master Finch said nonchalantly: "You are the leader of Haidu, and the pollution is also caused by your things, do you really let me be a bad old man to take the blame? I haven't gone crazy yet, people won't believe it." ”

"Hehe!" the woman sneered, "but you and I both know that you are the biggest culprit." I don't believe you're going to really destroy the Dead Sea Papers, that's the only way to save Haidu. Do you know why I have been interrogating you tirelessly for more than ten years? Because the Dead Sea Papers are in your hands! Handing over the Dead Sea Papers is good for everyone. She doesn't know how many times she has said good and bad things, and even she can't remember what she once said.

"Not necessarily. Master Finch shook his head and said, "You're thinking too simply. Didn't your predecessors tell you? What did they suffer a thousand years ago to be cursed? If I leave behind the Dead Sea papers, I will let the cause of the calamity happen today! Once done, Haidu will soon perish. ”

"No matter how much I ask you, your answer is the same every time. The woman's arm tightened her staff, closed her eyes, and said fiercely: "You are still that vicious person, your Polo disciple died because of you, and his son also stepped into the abyss because of you! Very good, very good······ The Dead Sea Papers are in your hands, but you say in the East, liar······ Totally a liar. I know what you say, what bullshit emperor ······" She paused suddenly, as if she knew the name and couldn't talk nonsense. Then he stopped and said, "I will never believe it." If you still don't know how to live or die, stay here for the rest of your life!" she snorted and pushed the door open.

"Miledi ······" Master Finch looked at the back of the city builder and quietly opened his mouth, "You'll understand sooner or later." As long as the ring is there, the crisis ······ It never stops. The builder paused two steps, snorted and slammed the door shut, listening to the sound of his heels falling to the ground, and Master Finch seemed to be much older, leaning weakly on his seat, tears in his eyes.

"You······ Is it also a warrior who is going to the East to explore?" Marco Polo had not yet boarded the ship when someone pulled him from behind, and whether he paid attention or not, he came out and asked him.

"You ······" As soon as Marco Polo looked back, his attention was focused on the prosthetic leg of his right hand, which was made of pure iron, and was as fast as a normal human arm, and the mechanical prosthesis was thicker than his surviving left arm, and it was probably more useful than his left hand.

But Marco Polo knew the price, seeing that this person's outfit should be Haidu's lower-level mercenaries, Haidu nobles were not stingy to equip their subordinates with their prosthetic limbs, but the premise of wearing prosthetics was that this person had lost his real arm.

"Why ······" Marco Polo still couldn't ask, this mercenary's ugly face and short stature really surprised him, although the mercenary in front of him was also yellow like himself, but it was dirty and disgusting.

"Ah······ I'm also Matteo's nephew, the son of the former leader of the largest caravan in Haidu, and I'm in the company of this man······" But as soon as he thought of his character, he had to put down his origins, gritted his teeth and said, "What's the matter with your hands?"

"You haven't answered my question yet, friend. The mercenary dragged the weapon in his hand and saluted Marco Polo.

"Not bad. Marco Polo was pleased with the mercenary's attitude, and said, "I must go to the east to find the whereabouts of the Dead Sea Papers." ”

"Really?" said the mercenary, very strangely, "but in my impression, sir, didn't you go to the East more than ten years ago?

Marco Polo's heart was shocked, and he clearly remembered that before he left, Matteo told him with tears in his eyes that he was exactly like his father when he was young.

"More than ten years ago?" Marco Polo looked at the mercenary's age, and he was only in his early twenties, even younger than himself, and said with some doubts: "Are you sure that I got on the ship more than ten years ago?"

"Absolutely!" said the mercenary in an unquestioning tone, "You told me at the time that you were going to the East to find a solution to pollution. ”

"Yes. Marco Polo became more and more sure that his father had indeed disappeared more than ten years ago, and he said to the mercenary: "Very good, thank you for reminding me this time, I have confidence this time······ About one-tenth of faith. He smiled self-deprecatingly, what kind of world is the East? He didn't know, but it was always dangerous, and if such a powerful father was gone, what would be the result if he went? One tenth? Not one percent at all, I'm afraid? The only thing he was sure of was that his father had indeed embarked on such a path more than ten years ago.

"So······ Mr. Polo. The mercenary seemed hesitant at first, but became firm, and he stretched out his right hand and turned his hammer-like weapon violently, as if trying to show that he was very strong and effortless.

"You ······" Marco Polo had to admire: "Your strength is indeed great, but I am also sorry······"

"That's not what I meant. The mercenary smiled bitterly and said, "At first, I hated this prosthetic leg too, but now I think it has some use. Mr. Polo, allow me to join you on board the ship and go to the East to find the secrets of pollution control. ”

The light in Marco Polo's eyes changed and changed, he paused, and said, "Are you planning to leave Haidu? This may be a road of no return······ Not only that, but it is very likely to be the point of no return. ”

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Mr. Polo. The mercenary said, "Crazy Iron will do his best to help you find a way to control pollution." ”

"Crazy Iron?" Marco Polo wondered, "I don't think this should be your real name." ”

"yes. "But there's no way, since I lost my right arm and lived on this prosthesis, no one remembers my real name." Don't worry, Mr. Polo, I don't have much to do, but I'm not going to help. If you continue to stay idle in Haidu, it is far better to fight once to be able to do more for Haidu. Maybe the pollution won't destroy Haidu now, but it will be destroyed in the future. ”

Marco Polo didn't have time to think about it, he smiled, slapped the weapon held by the prosthetic leg of Crazy Iron's right hand, and said, "Very good, one more person will have more strength, Crazy Iron you······ Got on board. He gestured to him and took the lead in boarding the big ship led by Mouska. Crazy Iron grinned stupidly, and immediately dragged his weapon after him.

"It's you. Musca looked at Crazy Iron and said with disdain: "Aren't you the mercenary who was cut off by the city builder a long time ago?" I don't know why Young Master Polo is willing to take you on the ship, but I don't care about this, this time you'd better figure out the superiority and humility, and give me some peace, otherwise your left arm won't be asked." And ······" He smiled, stretched out a finger and said, "But this time, I don't want to install another robotic arm on your left arm, which is very expensive." ”

"Enough. Marco Polo was disgusted that he had been poking at the sore spot of the Crazy Iron so much, and pulled the Crazy Iron out of the cabin, Mousca looked at the backs of the two from behind, and shook his head: "Fellows who have embarked on the point of no return, let you continue to be arrogant and arrogant now." The price of youth ······"

"I'm afraid you'll only have one chance to pay. His smile suddenly became quite fierce and terrifying, which made people shudder to see it.

"Crazy Iron, do you want to find a way to control pollution?" Marco Polo sat in the bow of the boat, as if he felt that the sea breeze in the setting sun was not cool enough, so he took off his hat and fanned the wind again. Crazy Iron stood behind him and said, "Yes, Mr. Polo, I have seen with my own eyes everything that the sea capital is polluted, and everything produced by the city builder family will be polluted and will eventually destroy the sea capital. I have to stop it!"

"My right arm······ It's also the ······ that was lost because of this." As he spoke, he gently stroked the broken part of his right arm with his left hand, and his expression was very lonely, although there was already a prosthetic arm attached there.

"No matter how powerful the robotic arm is, it is fake after all. Marco Polo said, "I understand you, you went to challenge the city builders. ”

"Not bad!" Madness was thrilled at the mention of the so-called city builder, and Marco Polo could see that the emotion was not just anger, but more fear. Yes, the builder of the city, the ruler of Haidu, how can ordinary people not feel fear after being hurt by her?

"Everything the city builders do is the source of Haidu's pollution, and if the city builder family can be eliminated, then the pollution of Haidu will definitely disappear. Crazy Iron sighed, and continued, "But that's impossible, that's why I did what challenged her when I was young and frivolous." In Haidu, no one can beat the city builders. With that, he sat down beside Marco Polo in despair.

"If I want to defeat the Builders, I have an idea. Marco Polo said to himself, "The builders are obviously afraid of Master Vinci, otherwise they would not have locked him in front of them." Master Vinci also explained to me that it was the family of the city builders who established the sea capital, and the sea capital could not be without the city builders. So, our only way ······ Only the East······ Go find the Dead Sea Papers. ”