As a mature and qualified tool person, you must learn to take the initiative to share your worries.

The two brothers Ben Boerba and Ba Boerben are undoubtedly qualified in this regard.

Allen was funny in his heart. He used to be like this. He encountered tasks when playing games, just like his beloved excellent plot and literary worker, he couldn't wait to see them.

The mentality should be the same, probably!

Unfortunately, those dedicated teachers are gone forever.

Feel sorry for your own 20T.(T＿T)

"You two? Can you do it?" Allen looked at them, showing a suspicious look.

He did not agree at will. Judging from his current identity, he was not familiar with these two guys who seemed very enthusiastic.

Allen also knows the peeing nature of the sand sculpture players. The more they do, the more they have to post it.

What you can't get is always in a stir.

Bang!

A muffled sound scared Alan. It turned out that the boss among the Shasha Brothers patted his chest hard.

He grinned for a while, protruding, why is the dog game so real? It hurts so much!

"How can men not do it? Everyone knows that we two brothers are the most reliable and capable.

We remember your previous kindness in our hearts. If you have anything, please give me your instructions. We will be ignorant of it... Look at it, you can tell me too!"

"Oh... the boss is right, so is me!"

Ba Boerben quickly made a statement and agreed with Ben Boerben's words.

Their behavior seemed silly and they both understood it in their hearts.

The NPC in front of me cannot be regarded as a paper-based NPC who simply sends tasks to players, but should be regarded as a real person. Through a series of observations before, both of them felt that they were likely to meet important characters in the game.

With so many people on the ship, why should we hand over the seemingly profitable tasks to them?

This requires them to strive for with their heart.

Although sand sculptures are their usual style, they are just character designs. Whoever treats them as sand sculptures is the real sand sculpture.

They just observed that what the important NPC of the noble family talked to the Navy was obviously a private matter, and they didn't want so many people to know about it.

Then they act a little more silly, and it can also make people feel at ease.

really.

Allen smiled, even though the two brothers were steel, they were in a daze.

Bah, damn beautiful dog!

"Okay, since you are so intentional, then leave this matter to you two. Go back and follow me and be responsible for contacting Lieutenant Colonel Claudier's people."

At the same time, both brothers received a prompt and couldn't help but smile.

Ben Boerba quickly expressed his loyalty: "Thank you, Master Alan, please rest assured. We brothers will do our best to ensure a good work."

Ba Poerben: "I'm the same."

Allen nodded, he looked at Claudiel and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel?"

Claudier is invincible.

This is not a big deal in itself, but Allen's attitude makes him very satisfied and he is more satisfied with the selection of people.

The stupider the person knows, the fewer people!

My heart's evaluation of Allen was even higher, and of course, my vigilance became deeper.

"There is no problem with the person chosen by Mr. Allen, so that's it. If anything happens, I will ask someone to contact you immediately."

Things were finalized like this.

It’s not that they cannot use telephone bugs to contact each other, but that the signal range of small telephone bugs is very poor, and they usually only need to be on the same island.

Big phone bug, Allen needs to go to the Flower Country to get another one.

Moreover, there are some information that cannot be transmitted by telephone bugs, and there is also a risk of leakage. It is not only the Navy who monitors telephone bugs.

After a hustle and bustle, Claudier returned with his warship and took away the bodies of several important figures of the Wind Pirates.

As for what is not important... I have long been thrown into the sea to feed fish. The sea is the most convenient and fastest cleaning man.

Easy to use, and free.

This is because they are merchant ship crew members of the great noble family. If they were replaced by hyenas such as gangs from the underground world, they would not even let go of their bodies.

There are professions like [Concentrator] and [Organ Trafficking] in this world.

The bounty is 15 million, and the lieutenant colonel will find a way to arrange it.

With this wave of credit, Claudier could breathe a sigh of relief, and he didn't have to worry that the superiors would withdraw him and send someone to come.

In the future, you can slowly seek a real step forward and thoroughly master the 233 base.

There was no turmoil on the merchant ship.

The pirate captain was killed by Allen. He had the right to deal with the money, and no one else could say anything.

However, Allen still took out part of it, one was to treat it as a reward, and the other was to hush money.

If anyone is not strict and goes out to talk nonsense, then there will be no need for Allen, and someone will teach him how to abide by the rules.

The guests didn't have to worry. They didn't see anything from beginning to end, and Sward fooled them and passed.

They didn't know the details of the matter. At most, they just went back and brag about how they escaped from the pirates, and they might even add fuel to the fire and say that they were the protagonist who defeated the pirates, without any substantial impact.

...

...

"Miss Flar...Miss Flar?"

Inside the bar in the cabin, holding hands on his chest, the waitress Fraer, who was wandering outside the sky, was interrupted by a man's voice.

She came to her senses and found that outside the bar was an obese middle-aged man, a declining little nobleman, with some talent in business, and he had some wealth. This time he made a fortune with the merchant ship of the Cape family.

That's why he was so polite to a waitress, and of course he might have some other ideas.

Flar narrowed his eyes and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Batulu, I just remembered something. What did you say?"

"It's okay, I don't mind."

Batulu's face was rosy, and she looked a little scared, "Please give me another cup of golden rum. Fortunately, this time I was following the Cape family's ship, otherwise I would have to pay my life.

Even if I don’t pay my life, I will meet the greedy guy "Vulture", a small businessman like me, I’m afraid even the scum will be eaten up.

Master Alan is really amazing. He just sent him away so simply. Since the Bone Pirates invaded the Kingdom two months ago, Master Alan has become like a different person, and I almost can't recognize him."

Batulu looked at Flar inadvertently, and saw that she had turned around to play with the cocktails, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He deliberately raised his relationship with Allen, hoping to get the attention of this waitress, which seemed useless.

In fact, a waitress is not worth his efforts. The main reason is that the other party has an indescribable temperament and a faint fragrance of flowers.

This fascinated him, but he, a person who relies on the Cape family to survive, naturally did not dare to use any means.

Batulu didn't notice it. Flar's eyes were obviously a little dull when he turned around, as if he had lost focus.

She seemed to remember two months ago, when she was being hunted by a group of navy. Not only was she penniless, but she also had a high fever due to injuries and heavy rain.

If it weren't for the thin boy who suddenly appeared and helped her find a doctor, she might not be able to hold on at that time.

Later, the pirates of the White Bone Pirates invaded the Kingdom of Fareland. On the way to escape, she saw a man who was beaten to death by the pirates. Because she remembered the young man who saved her, she helped her.

Unexpectedly, they are both the same as Ellen now!

Fate is sometimes so wonderful.

but……

She is a cursed unfortunate person and the son of the demon.
Chapter completed!