"Harpoons are bodyguards, skeletons are assassinations, and wine barrels are knowledgeable guides..."

Belan ate nuts and handed a clamp that could be closed from under the table.

【Shape Component】

[From a bay maintenance worker, it is used to block the part that represents identity without affecting the power of the sword blade.]

"I have seen a lot of things with the captain. Your silver sword must have a clan emblem engraved. These rich men may have characters from the same family.

Don't make friends easily, and don't offend them."

She smiled a few times, leaned on the chair and pretended to be mature and steady.

The female repairman was just worried that the sword was snatched from which family he had snatched the sword, but he didn't know that there was a wanted criminal in the Kingdom sitting in front of him.

Adam nodded and thanked.

He covered it with his coat and pulled out the [Heim Silver Sword]. The ancient turret seal was extremely clear, which was his name.

If seen, it may cause a lot of trouble.

Not long after, the ladies wearing court skirts and lace folding fans stopped in front of the compartment.

Adam's special temperament is obvious to all in Tygonda.

Belan is an accessory, only responsible for opening the way and solving some procedures, explaining interesting stories from the Bay, and cracking the easily deceived scam traps.

The other party paid the short-term deposit and several people walked towards the casino together.

Adam had already guessed that Belan's identity might not be that simple - sheltered by Captain Leslie, she could contact the first mate, have a wide connection and have no worries about food and clothing.

...

Mocking Skull Bay, the entrance channel.

The sound of bells passed through the entire slaughter shed, and all the idle hooks were sent to the fish-unloading area.

The giant beast-catching ship of eighty slurry was slightly tilted, and it tilted into a fixed channel from the cliff wall, flying black flags, and taking the most spacious and noble route.

The exhausted sailors fell asleep on the deck.

"Get rich, brothers."

Someone shouted on the water.

The butcher of the Leslie gang, who had rowed over the shallow water float line, began to wave from a distance.

"Where is the captain?"

The laborer asked loudly.

The tired sailors were on the side of the ship and pointed to the rear sea.

I saw a broken medium-sized ship sailing by under the blue sea and cliff walls.

The sails are ragged, the body is bumpy, and groups of seagulls hover above, indicating a school of fish or corpse.

It did not enter the port, but sailed around the Burgundy Bay until it could see a certain mudflat from afar, and then it completely turned its direction and raised all the useful broken sails.

The man at the bow pulled off his leather gloves and put the round handle in. The coat with blood and knife marks was also taken off, revealing his well-proportioned figure.

At the doorstep, this thick windproof outfit seems complicated.

Those objects adorn the rudder, and if you look over the shore, they look like mocking dummies.

She smiled with satisfaction.

The blond hair was lifted up and the blond hair was woven into vertical lines, tied and tied behind the head. The complexion of the sunlight was very attractive, and the contour of the face and the corners of the mouth showed a certain noble temperament.

This is Captain Leslie, who is famous for the skull bay.

"The main ship has entered the port, and the sea beasts should start slaughtering."

The burly sailor with thick eyebrows and square face retracted his gaze from the distance.

He wanted to say something but stopped: he could have chased more valuable strange fish, but the captain insisted on returning to the port early, as if he was inspired by some mysterious inspiration.

Other parts of the coastline are also being rebuilt, and this trip has encountered many new faces.

The original owner of this broken boat was a young man with no eyes. He had an undesirable delusion about the catch, and the two sides had an extremely short dispute.

The sailor sighed in his heart, and this thing was worth a little money.

But judging from the captain's posture, the current speed and distance of the mudflats - it will be completely scrapped.

"There is Um's territory ahead, have I remembered it wrong?"

Rilis turned around.

The sailors on the deck stood silently, turning their weapons downwards without any offense.

"Have you heard the news? Someone poured dirty water on our heads, and then he was optimistic that we would calm down.

hehe.

You are all pure Bayer people, drinking waves and teaching them what the bottom line of doing things is.”

No reply.

The sailor held the rope net solemnly, and this thing could alleviate most of the impact.

...

The sun has set in the west, and the golden sunset cannot dilute the stench.

The scumbags of the Um Gang drove away the poor who worked hard and were busy packing the goods and selling them for a high price.

At the beginning, no one paid attention to the sea.

In the golden sunset, the black spot looks like an inconspicuous spot of light.

The lazy smoker narrowed his eyes, put away his whip, and went up to look straight up.

Finally, it was confirmed that it was a medium-sized broken ship that deviated from the channel.

Several strong men around him cursed and kicked the guy who was dazed to the sea view.

But it was strange that he did not resist or talk back. He just sat on the ground, then slid off the cigarette and ran away.

The dark shadows touched the mudflats, and everyone was surprised to find something wrong.

They placed defense and vigilance on the shore, and never thought that dangers other than death tides would come from the sea.

The panic was connected into pieces, and the sound of the terror and the sound of the gun crossbow turned around were mixed.

The medium-sized ship had about forty stones, and entered the wreckage ruins, and slammed into the muddy debris with great inertia.

This gold-making field, which had not been cleaned up, was completely destroyed and even two narrow wooden paths collapsed.

The crossbows and explosives poured out like fireworks, all the transported cargo horses were frightened, and the fortifications were stirred up in a mess.

After the hustle and bustle, sailors suddenly appeared like night gambling members, catching them off guard.

"Bitch, you've played it too much!"

The tying supervisor was taken up and he never stopped talking.

"How does Um usually treat losers?"

Leslie walked over, and there was no turbulence in her eyebrows and eyes, but instead asked in a calm tone.

The man gritted his teeth, but could not hide his panic.

The sailors piled the barrels near the cargo and handed the torch to the captain.

The remaining unlucky people in the Um Gang were pinned there in rows, watching the goods used to transfer turn into ashes.

The red flames illuminate the streets, and the heat waves turn into coldness in my heart.

"Frame, trap."

The woman with long boots stepped on the stone slab and the woman with a light back lifted the man's chin with a sharp knife.

"The captain is the bay manager, so he made Um forget the garbage methods of usury. If you have time, teach your subordinates how to speak."

A tremor came from the blade.

Leslie's slightly pursed lips curled up and completely relaxed his fingertips.

The weapon fell down and just plunged into the middle of the man's knees.

Bang!

Fortunately, it just pierced into the wooden floor.

"Thank you, thank you Captain..."

A faint sound floated out, and a turbid cold sweat fell.
Chapter completed!