In the vast ocean, the sails that swell with the sea breeze are like three fierce sea monsters with imposing momentum. The wandering boats try their best to lie quietly to avoid its sight, but all this is futile.

When the long-haired man determined the other party's identity, the three-masted warship was already surging towards the direction where the boat was.

Although he knew it was impossible to get rid of it, the boat still began to turn around and run away.

Not long after Black Heart Herron was burned to death, the Iron Islands were in a civil war, and basically every island was called king, which means that every island and other islands could basically be considered enemies.

"The sea monster is not king, but he is not our friend!"

The long hair drowning man claimed that he had a trace of determination flashed across his face in the face of the huge warship that was approaching. Then he ignored the others and jumped into the sea with a thud.

Unfortunately, this action has no effect.

When the others on the boat were seized on the boat, several enemy sailors wearing thin coarse shorts and bare chest jumped into the sea in depth. Soon, they pulled out the drowning man who had fled early. The other party looked tall and heavy, but the weakness caused by the storm not long ago did not completely dissipate.

"A group of traitors, don't you want to get any message from me. The great God of Fighting will punish you sooner or later!" He declared so when he was captured.

Lan Li looked at all this with difficulty, looking unlucky.

The storm, shipwreck, and was captured again. Since he was killed in, he has not encountered any good things. Should he be beheaded next?

Or was pushed into the sea and drowned again?

He was kneeling on the deck at this time, with an old one-eyed bald sailor and another small brown-haired sailor holding his arm tightly behind him, and the drunkard and the chef next to him were treated the same way.

"Old man, everything has nothing to do with us. We are just an honest fisherman." The old drunkard begged for mercy, but after being slapped by the fat sailor with a pointed chin behind him, he really became honest.

"This road is too long, and I'm worried that I can't find any fun."

A sailor licked his lips while saying that, but at this moment, the onlookers behind him made a commotion, followed by waves of greetings.

"Chief."

"Captain Viken!"

"We've caught a drowning man!"

...

Lan Li looked up at the sight of a tall middle-aged man with a big nose, strong facial features and deep eyes, and was walking over with many sailors.

"Viken Greyjoy." Pastor Holler gritted his teeth when he saw this.

The visitor's lips were pursed and not fully armed, but he was wearing leather trousers and hard cowhide boots. Renli's attention was basically on the embossed emblem on the front of the other party's brown leather armor.

Like the sail of the ship, the heraldry was also a golden sea monster with a black background like a big squid. However, unlike the sail, he was close enough to Renli.

Lan Li is quite familiar with the surname Greyjoy. This comes from a miserable eunuch in his previous life’s memory and a mental illness that “television”. Of course, it is mainly because of some education received after reincarnation.

Regardless of his previous life, as he currently understands, the Greyjoy family is in the Iron Islands, which is equivalent to the Baratheon family in the Stormland, belonging to the ranks of monarchs, dukes, and great nobles.

Of course that was the case in Lanli's era, and he didn't know much about it now.

The only thing he knew was that the ancient Greyjoy family was not easy to share in history or "contemporary", and his family's clan motto prove this - being stronger than hard work.

The words of the person in front of you...

Lan Li, who was staring at the other party's "wrinkle" emblem, narrowed her eyes, and for a moment, she seemed to be listening quietly.

In fact, the conversation between the other party and the Japanese man is indeed related to the fate of their people.

"Are you going to support Shenmu Castle?" The words without a trace of tremolo and unnecessary voice sounded calm and majestic. With the deep blue eyes, just as they spoke, a momentum of the superior emerged.

The Hangren, who had jumped into the sea before in an attempt to avoid the sea monster, tried to lift his chest and his tone was high.

"We are going to fight for the great God of Fighting!"

Before he could finish speaking, the two sailors holding him behind him shouted and cursed and pressed him hard, but this made Han Ren's voice even more angry.

"The gods will punish you, the group of traitors! That's right, let's wait and see!"

"The drowning man does not represent the great drowning God, especially you idiots who support the so-called Son of God." The visitor said expressionlessly, but still gave orders to the sailors.

"Let him go."

So Yanren staggered and stood up.

"This is just a small inconspicuous step in your journey to seek redemption," he claimed.

These words made the leader who was called Viken laugh.

"I wouldn't be stupid enough to take you to the island to deal with it. This would be seen by many idiots as a provocation to God of Drowning." He said: "I don't have the patience to listen to your lies. So, if you don't surrender now, this sea will be your final destination."

Yanren laughed when he heard this: "We come from the sea and will eventually return to the sea. Come on! I am ready to enter the palace of the great Yan God!"

"Then satisfy you." Viken Greyjoy waved his hand when he heard this, then turned around and left - for him, it was obviously just a small episode.

The three prisoners were pulled up and prepared to throw them into the sea.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "According to custom, prisoners can be redeemed."

King Viken of the Greyjoy family turned around and glanced at the speaker, looking as if he had discovered that there was another person for the first time, but then the other party's words made him unconsciously feel a little interested.

"The drowning man is named Lucas, and he is highly valued by the king. If you leave him behind, you can exchange for something more valuable than a dead body."

"The custom of the green land does not apply to us." Looking at the brown-haired and blue-eyed boy not far away, Greyjoy said: "Besides, the flood is not the lord, keeping him will only cause trouble."

"Then ask him." The boy said, "You look like you are going to Oak Island? By chance, we were the same, but we just encountered a storm, and you are not curious about our original purpose?"

"Whatever your purpose."

Greyjoy pointed out: "It has sunk into the sea with the storm."

"If this is true, why did Hangren run away just now?" The brown-haired boy, Lan Li, reminded the other party:

"He knew that no boat would just drown in the sea, but he just jumped. He also knew that as long as he was tough, you wouldn't keep him, and that's the case. Look, you are now preparing to throw him into the sea. Wouldn't that be as good as his wish?"

"Do you know the inside story?"

"I'm just a soldier." The boy seemed dissatisfied: "Apart from knowing that we were going to Oak Island to fight for the king, we didn't know anything else, and we didn't even know who the enemy was. Do you think this is normal? I don't tell who the enemy is. Is there any confidentiality value?"

These words made Yanren's expression slightly change, and he immediately cursed, traitor, chameleon, etc., but Lan Li just glanced at the other party and ignored it.

"A living drowning man may not be useful, but dead man must be worthless," he insisted.

When Viken Greyjoy heard this, he unconsciously touched the handle of a silver axe tied to his waist. After pondering for a while, he ordered the sailor to temporarily imprison the scolding Yanren, and then looked at the brown-haired boy again with interest.

"I may keep the drowning people, but there is no reason to keep you insiders."

"We just betrayed Old Wake Island." Lanley admitted: "If you betray you again, there is really no way out."

He said, glanced at the old drunkard and the chef beside him.

The former nodded quickly about this, while the latter hesitated a little, but when the sailors next to him stared at him, they finally nodded their heads.

"But what value do you have?" the other party asked lightly.

"The chef Ryan's soup stew is great," Lan Li said, trembling while kneeling, "and he is from Lonely Island, not Old Wake Island, where the fishing skills are great."

"The sailors on this boat can say this." A bald sailor next to him laughed: "What's the use of a fisherman? There's no shortage of cooks."

"The fisherman is useless, but you will always use it to die when you fight."

Renli said: "No matter who you hit, put him in the front, the price is nothing more than some insignificant food."

"Save you, we have to send someone to monitor you. Chameleons are not trustworthy." The laughing sailor curled his smile and shook his head.

"You can't have only us prisoners. Now there is no, there will always be them in the future." After Lan Li said that, she ignored this person's expression and looked at the only existence here who could make decisions.

"Whoever has a black haired one, as long as you give him a pot of wine before the war, he will be more heroic than anyone else."

"That's right!" The old drunkard beside him nodded in a hurry.

He didn't have the backbone of Yanren. Along the way, Lan Li had already discovered that this person was actually not very pious to Yanshen. He came to join the army just to make some money in war.

"What about you? You also want to be a death-seeking person?" King Viken did not look at the other two more. He kept staring at the clever boy with brown hair and blue eyes in front of him, with interest in his eyes getting stronger.

Isn’t this the last sentence that said so much? Lan Li took a deep breath after hearing this, then straightened her chest.

"I can read and write!"
Chapter completed!