"It's okay with me, you seem to know the core of the Dream?"

Ammelis asked generously about her curiosity.

"Well, to be honest, I didn't expect to see it here, mine, in my hometown, there is also such a thing, it looks very similar, it scared me."

The stakes are high, and Roland can only try to pick what he can say.

Ammelis is not surprised, she has long believed that Roland is from some ancient family, which also explains the unusualness of Roland.

"Huh, where are we talking? Pirate King Conference? ”

Roland took a sip of the wine in his toast and picked up the topic.

"Hmm," Amylis nodded.

"Because of the call of the Oath of the Seven Ships, other pirate kings may not come, but a few of our pirate kings, who still have legendary ships as their flagships, have to go over.

The Pirate King's meeting was held on Skull Island, and according to my reasoning, the cause was probably the aftermath of the "False Queen" incident. ”

Roland nodded at Ammelis, he understood that behind this outrageous naval battle, it was actually the Goddess of the Night who wanted to regain the Grim Reaper's uniqueness, but he definitely couldn't say it.

Amylis added wine to Roland and continued to explain.

"In the case of Beckland, Empress Winnie fled from Beckland to the Raging Sea before dying. She changed her identity and boarded a pirate ship.

According to the information I know, she should have wanted to get rid of her pursuers through the Berserk Sea, and then go around the Northern Continent to Intis, but she didn't expect to die in the Berserk Sea.

The announcement issued by Cowington IV seems to be intended to blame the death of Empress Winnie on the persecution of pirates, so he took the opportunity to consolidate the fleet, unite Intis and the major churches, and want to exterminate all pirates and pirate kings and avenge Empress Winnie.

This is the reason for the convening of the Pirate King Conference this time, and if the Pirate Kings who are fighting separately do not unite, they may indeed be exterminated one by one. ”

Roland took a sip of wine and pondered for a while, Ammelis was very logical, but he didn't know how to reveal the truth to her.

Amylis on the first floor thought that she was an infatuated emperor who took revenge on her beloved queen.

The second-level religious forces will feel that behind this crackdown on banditry, it is actually a disguised religious war.

Over there are Cowington IV, controlled by the Goddess of the Night, and the royal family of Intis, controlled by the Church of the Earth.

Behind the combined fleet of the two countries is the Church of the Night and the Church of the Earth.

The Pirate King's side should be other churches, and there are some chaos forces.

The so-called for the persecuted queen, for the merchant ships mutilated by pirates, are obvious excuses that could not be more obvious.

Roland sighed, the real cause of this war was in his body, and the goddess of the night would definitely not stop until he regained the uniqueness of the god of death.

According to Amerys, even if the Church would intervene, the Pirate Kings would not be without the power to fight.

His only concern was whether Ammelis was going to be involved in this war and whether she would be in danger.

Roland looked at the beautiful captain, and the love that lingered in his heart and the sense of responsibility that carried the burden made him a little breathless.

"Don't worry, if there are more than three pirate kings to make a move, our side will be qualified to compete with the combined fleets of those two kingdoms."

Ammelis saw the boy's concern, winked at the boy confidently, and touched the glass.

Roland has no reason to dissuade Amerys, she is the captain of the ship, and her understanding of the war at sea is the same as that of herself.

But Roland was vaguely uneasy in his heart!

Excluding the Church of Fools with few people and sleeping with God, the Church of the God of War has basically been controlled by the Night Church, on the bright side, the night, the earth, and the storm, the three churches will send people to help, in fact, in addition to the Church of Knowledge, Roland estimates that other church forces will stand on the side of the coalition.

After all, the other churches, although they don't know what the Night Goddess is seeking, but the other churches will definitely not mind a piece of what the Night Goddess is seeking.

In fact, there is still time, if the development of the situation changes more seriously, and nothing can be done, Roland would rather choose to expose the news and hide in the New World alone.

Anyway, listening to Klein, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to expose himself, it is difficult for the prophecy and divination abilities of this world to be effective for him.

Forget it, let's take one step at a time, Roland, who is soft-spoken, can only hug Amylis's long legs, and he has no ability.

Thinking of her long legs, Roland couldn't help but look to the side, Amerys, who had drunk a lot of wine, had a red face and was really charming.

After chatting about business, the two people who were full of mutual affection talked about other happy things, and the atmosphere finally brewed in the direction of beauty, maybe this spiritual wine was too delicious, and tonight's night was extraordinarily long.

Outside the captain's room, the sneaky people waited until late at night, confirming that Roland had not come out, and these people left satisfied.

And in the captain's room, the drunk and groggy Roland finally sent Ammelis, who had been drunk to death, to bed.

Ammelis actually drank a good amount of alcohol, but unfortunately in front of Roland, the first time was because she smelled Roland's pure soul reshaped by the fool, and was made drowsy by the breath of origin, and the second time was because she was transformed into a witch.

For well-known reasons, the witch's resistance to alcohol must be negative, and the wine of more than three hundred years is so delicious, Ammelis still lying down.

Roland wandered around the bed for a moment, glanced at the sleeping beauty-like captain, and didn't think much in his heart except admiration.

Helping Ammelis pick up her boots, Roland lifted the quilt and covered Amylis.

The night at sea was actually very cool, and after drinking again, Roland was worried that Amylis would catch a cold.

But because of the wine, Ammelis, who felt the stuffiness, casually lifted the quilt aside.

Roland was stunned for a moment, and was about to pick up the quilt for Amylis, but just saw Amylis in a daze, reached behind her back, pulled out a long string, and lifted away the stuffy and breath-holding little leather coat.

Big really big, white really white!

Roland, whose consciousness also began to blur, did not notice that in his body, the characteristics of the triple lucky person inexplicably began to consume spirituality.

I finally picked up the quilt and was about to cover Ammelis when a cool evening breeze suddenly blew in from the window.

Amerys, who felt chills on her body, hugged her hand and hugged something hot, familiar and reassuring in her arms.

Roland, who was devoured by the soft and comfortable, still couldn't hold back, and he was also drunk to death.

The moonlight outside the window was about to shine into the captain's room, and the two people were sleeping in each other's arms, but the porthole closed automatically, blocking the moonlight from the outside.

In the early morning, the sun has not yet risen.

Ammelis was awakened by a tingling sensation in her heart, she looked at Roland in her arms a little blankly, her consciousness gradually regained consciousness, and her body temperature gradually increased.

Gradually remembering what had happened last night, Ammelis remembered the reason for the current situation, and was ashamed of her shameless self.

"Hmm."

couldn't suppress the numbness, and the sound in her throat made Amylis even more shy, how could she make such a shameless sound.

Also, what are you dreaming about, little brother? Why is it ...... You can't miss your mother, right?

Roland dreamed that he was eating bagged cheese, or his favorite milk-flavored, but he didn't know why, it was sweet at first, and he couldn't suck it out later.

Roland had to suck harder and harder, harder and harder, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch, trying to squeeze it out.

Breathing more and more rapidly, Ammelis, who was gradually crying, bit her lip and reluctantly pushed some Roland away, and the boy quickly stuck to it again, and used his hand.

What the hell are you dreaming about! Juvenile! Ammelis didn't dare to wake up Roland, for fear that such an embarrassing situation would be discovered by him, but her body became more and more paralyzed, which made it difficult for her to control!

Damn, I really can't help it!