Let's take a little step back from time, Malperi was on a dip, and he suddenly realized that his wine was no different from what everyone else was selling.

But he was so successful that he suddenly sat up and struggled to compare his own wine with that of others.

In the end, he came to a conclusion that the trademark thing is very important!

It's a notion, but in Bretonnia, you can just transport things there, and few people care that it's made there, unless it's a wine from Polrod or a Pegasus from Paraon.

Malperi quickly took advantage of the strength of the wine and put pen to paper on a blank sheet of paper, writing a crude but plausible document of trademark importance and an application for a ship in the name of the Duke of Bayer.

Soon after, he received a reply in the afternoon, asking him to come at any time the next day for an interview.

The next day, Malperi used his eloquence, his trademark stance, and the Duke of Bayer's ship to "buy" the port's most powerful warship, citing the great success of the investment, which was a great investment, to carve into the hull of the lighthouse, sponsored by the brothers.

When he rushes to claim his reward from Bair, he finds that there are only sailors in the camp.

After a brief communication, Malperi got two messages, Dragon's Throat, Danger.

The merchant's sensitivities led him to arrange for the sailors to come aboard at once, and at the moment everyone was rejecting him.

"Out to sea?" The sailors opened the curtain of the camp as if to show the unearned merchant what the weather was like.

"No kidding!"

To tell the truth, he was already a sailor's politeness if he wasn't beaten, but the merchant still didn't give up.

Under Malperry's constant persuasion, an older man stepped forward.

He had a pipe in his mouth, and his one eye was the same captain as Bayer.

"I confess that the Duke is a fool at sea, and I believe that he will give everything for us."

"Enough, sailors, get on board! We can't afford to lose the good duke, even if it's just speculation! ”

The sailors thought for a moment and cursed to the captain.

"Old man, stop kidding."

"Really, you have to give us wine when you come back, don't fool people with ale!"

They, walking towards the harbor, let the storm and raindrops fall on their faces.

Malperi also kept bowing to the captain, after all, it was just his own stupid guess.

But as it turned out, he was right, maybe there was some mysterious power in it, but in this world, anything is possible.

At this moment at sea, the crew fired cannons and smashed them on the flank of the Norsca raider, and the Norskas were caught off guard, and they had not had time to turn the guns and divert the personnel.

The artillery fire stopped, and the Poisonblade Soldier's crossbow arrows became more accurate, taking the life of a Norscan brute from the coast with each shot.

Bair didn't know who was driving the ship, and he thought that the merchants of the port had seen his situation and came to his aid.

Bair used his blessed vision at this moment to accurately report the position of the soldier.

"At 3 o'clock, he is going to open fire, at 4 o'clock and at 9 o'clock..."

Whenever a raider approached the muzzle, they were killed by crossbow arrows, causing the entire Norsca to be beaten continuously.

Soon it would fall apart under the fire, but the strange creatures that Nabayr had seen once again walked up to Class A, dancing hand in hand.

Countless pitch-black tentacles suddenly stretched out from the sea, all of them huge, a total of eight, protecting the entire Noscar battleship!

No amount of artillery bombardment could shake the hull itself.

They pulled up the anchor and were about to leave.

Bayer knew that there were not many opportunities for this, and the pirate in front of him was probably the Norscan barbarian that Yinying said!

He must go and kill the caster right away!

Otherwise, the inhabitants of Leangulang will still die, and they will not be able to save the city themselves, how can they save the world...

He spoke to Sir Flender. "Sir, if I lose, I'll go find someone to take care of Ellie."

"She can remarry, I'm not so pedantic."

After making sure that his flag was firmly planted, Bayer dared to take up arms and charge.

Jazz was stunned for a moment, and Bair charged towards the battleship with the dwarven axe in hand, his body glowing green.

Sir Flender shouted in hindsight. "Your Excellency!"

Then hurriedly looked at the Poison Blade troops.

"Hurry up, the Duke is dead, and you all want to turn back into peasants!"

Then he took the lead and ran to Beyer's side...

But without Lakcha's faith, he was not only old at the moment, but also not even as fast as an ordinary poison-bladed soldier.

After running a few steps, I started to pant ...

He can rely on technology to make up for his usual enemies, but at this moment he really feels so powerless...

Since the Greenskin attack, he has been able to do less and less, and now he can't keep up with the young master at all...

Flender watched a soldier run past him, his pace getting slower and slower, and he suddenly couldn't hold back tears from the corners of his eyes.

He thought that as a soldier, he had been hired for food and clothing, had ridden horses to the vast empire in search of meaning, and had served Bair's mother and Bair himself.

But it was only in these short years that Flender felt that his meaning was not chivalry, or that it was not the rotten chivalry.

During the time he was with the young master, he fought a large number of battles for half his life, killing countless heretics of his own.

But he's tired and really can't keep up...

Sir Flender gradually stopped, wheezing like an old dog, his tired body half-kneeling on the sand, and the view began to blur before him.

When he came back to his senses, he was not next to the ocean, but a freshwater puddle on the reef, which had been flooded with liquid by the storm and looked like a small lake.

A beautiful suffocating girl, or... Goddess?

With the golden cup in her hand, she walked towards Flender...