"It's a treasure chest, and there must be countless gold, silver and jewelry in the treasure chest. With these gold, silver and jewelry, we can buy giant warships."

Mallorca suddenly appeared aside and expressed her opinions and looked forward to the future.

Tang Ning raised the corner of his mouth, took out a dagger from his arms, and used the dagger to peel off the rust rust on the ring bit by bit, so that the ring could move.

Pass the thick rope through the ring, drag the rope back to the Black Goat and tie it.

Walking to the rudder, Tangning turned gently, and the Black Goat slowly floated up.

The ropes passing through the ring were stretched straight and clanging.

Some cracks appeared on the reef, and the cracks gradually extended to different directions around them. After a moment, the giant reef shattered, and the square and four straight iron boxes were dragged up by the Black Goat.

Half an hour later, the Black Goat returned to the sea.

The sea was blue, and huge waves slapped on the bow deck of the Black Goat, and the hull was shaking violently.

Fixed the rudder, Tangning opened the cabin door before returning to the cabin.

"Go out to work, guys."

Five minutes later, the deck was covered with crew sailors, all from the Barracuda.

Howard and his friends returned to their posts, and Tangning stood at the stern of the boat, looking at the ropes dragged in the sea.

Benson saw the sea scenery again, breathing in fresh air with his big mouthfuls, frowned and asked.

"What are we doing?"

Tangning pointed at the drag rope.

"Captain Benson, tell your crew to pull the ropes onto the ship."

Under Benson's command, the crew worked together to pull the fine iron casting body dragged on the rope to the Black Goat and looked around the fine iron casting body.

Except for the side where the iron ring is installed, there is some rust due to long-term corrosion of seawater, the other five sides of the cast body are brighter and smoother than the mirror.

Tang Ning circled around, took out the old world navigation map, which was considered a treasure map, and used a pen to draw a fork at the location where he had just been searched for under the sea, and put away the under sea navigation map.

"Benson, tell your people to drag things into the cabin. No one is allowed to open it without my order."

He gave orders to Captain Barracuda, who was also observing the iron box.

"Come with me, we have to discuss something."

Benson withdrew his gaze, looked at the blue sea for a moment and followed the young man to the stern, watching the young man open the Imperial Navy Naval Navy Navy chart he got from the Barracuda and frowned. Seeing that thing was a huge shame to him.

"If you plan to let me sell the secrets of the rest of the Imperial Fleet, then you might as well kill me and don't waste your verbal words."

Tang Ning exclaimed and stared at the former Captain Barracuda with a gentle expression.

"Wow, the Imperial Navy will be proud of having you, don't worry, I will not ask you about these things, unless you are impressed by my charm and talk about them."

Benson's huge nose made a cold hum and sneered.

Tangning pointed to the navigation chart.

“Who is the area on which this route passes now?”

Benson walked forward and focused on the map route pointed at by the young man's finger, frowned.

"This is the waters of the Red Bearded Pirate Kavala. This guy has always been known for his cruelty. All ships passing through that area will be attacked, all crew members on the ship will be killed, and the cargo will be sent to the Imperial Port for sale through their white gloves."

White gloves!

It is an agent's identity. Pirates rob merchant ships and need to exchange goods for money. Their own identities obviously cannot be docked and sold at the Imperial Port, which gave birth to a gray profession, a merchant who specializes in dumping goods for pirates, commonly known as white gloves.

Moreover, goods from pirates are usually one-third lower than the market price, so they are deeply loved by people who need such goods but cannot afford high costs.

Of course, the Oren Empire also organized special law enforcement agencies to crack down on this behavior, but because of the difficulty of identifying identity, the results were minimal. Then, it turned a blind eye to the point of not doing too much. Sometimes, some local officials would even cooperate with these white gloves in private to make a fortune together.

Tang Ning was obviously not interested in selling goods and interrupted.

"If I want to hear that it is not, let me introduce the warship of Red Beard Kavala."

Benson thought for a moment and his eyes were deep.

"I fought with them when I was the second mate on other ships. He had two ships, one of which was the Tree God. There was always a kind of vine man attached to the hull. This vine man could grow and recover quickly and provide the ship with strong defense. Therefore, even if it was attacked, it was difficult to defeat it quickly. The church members accompanying him at that time could find any good way to solve this magic."

Tang Ning smiled grimly.

"Magic?"

He paused, his eyes were burning.

"Benson, can your crew beat Kavala's sailors?"

Upon hearing this question, Benson swears and straightens his chest.

"Of course, as long as you get close, the trained crew of the Barracuda will defeat the scum of the ocean, and those guys are just third-rate goods."

The former captain of the Pirates suddenly became a little unnatural. Looking around the three-masted sailboat, the expression on his face gradually became a little surprised.

"You mean... are you planning to use this rag to confront the Red Bearded Kavala's Tree God? Unless you are crazy, the Tree God is not a wooden warship like Barracuda. ​​Just one cannon is enough to bury us in the sea."

Faced with Benson's doubts, Tang Ning comforted him.

"Don't be excited, I didn't say that, go to the cabin."

Benson's face turned red and he muttered, "I hope you haven't completely lost your mind yet."

Tang Ning turned around and looked at the blue sea, the sea breeze was salty and wet.

"Uncle Majorca, what do you think?"

Mallorca, sitting on the side of the boat, shook his feet, looking playful.

"He was right. It was not a wise decision to use this three-masted sailboat to compete with the Tree God. As for the Tree God he mentioned, according to his description, it can be judged that the ship should have the power belonging to the Mother of the Earth Sect."

Tang Ning touched his chin and said in a curious tone.

"The Mother of Earth Sect?"

Majorca's eyes are deep.

"That's right, the Mother Earth Sect, the coward's lair, the members of the sect are gentle and spread in a small way. They think they have cracked the mystery of life and shouldered the responsibility of saving the future. Even so, it is undeniable that these Mother Earth Sect have indeed achieved some success in ancient magic. It is not easy to rely on the crew of the Barracuda to defeat the crew of the Tree God who is protected by the power of the Mother Earth Sect. Moreover, it is uncertain whether the crew of the Barracuda is trustworthy. To be on the safe side, Solomon Reef must have collected a lot of good things, and it is enough to get it on the shore for a powerful new warship, and recruit more reliable crew members to be sure."

Downing walked to Mallorca and lay on the side of the boat.

"What if my father joked with us that there were pickled sea fish, which is usually delicious after pickling."

Mallorca, who was shaking his feet, had a stagnant expression and frowned.

"I always think you are a little strange. This is what you have been since childhood. Unlike other children, you always say things that I can't understand. Now you are in a more serious condition than before."

Tangning buckled a attached barnacle outside the ship's side and put it in his hand to play with it.

"By your gift, I am indeed different from ordinary children. I do some behaviors and actions that ordinary people cannot understand, and say some inexplicable words. What's so strange about this?"

Majorcalio thought for a moment and nodded.

"You are right. It seems that I am thinking too much. It should be a sequelae after heart metastasis."

Tangning threw the barnacle in his hand into the sea, turned around and walked to the first mate who controlled the Black Goat on the bow, handed the navigation chart to Howard, and pointed to the sea ruled by Red Beard Kavala.

"I am tired and I have to go and rest for a while. Don't disturb me unless I see another ship."

Howard has now completely entered the role, took the navigation chart and opened it and saluted.

Most of the Barracuda crew stayed on the deck to blow the sea breeze, bask in the sun, and played the Gent card while Captain Benson sat on the side of the ship and looked at the direction of the Port of Feiron.

Entering the cabin, Tangning walked into the cabin, stood in front of the treasure chest placed in the corner, and muttered to himself.
Chapter completed!