Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 583 Harsh conditions and cruisers

On the winding south coastline of La Rochelle, there is an inward sunken mouth like a trumpet, where the Hough River, formed by the confluence of the South Pepehaha River and the Tonghai River, enters the sea.

The calm sea surface of the bell mouth shimmers in the warm spring sun, and the change in width from narrow to wide makes people's sight suddenly open.The soaring seagull skimmed low over the sea level, lowered its head and picked up a fat fish in an instant, then fluttered its wings, flew over the golden sand and the towering lighthouse, and landed on the city wall not far behind the beach. Swallow the fat fish first.

The shoreline of the wharf is built with round stones in a net, and then attached with earth elements. It is still firm and stable under the erosion of tides and tides over the years.The part on the sea surface is gray and white stone slabs, each of which is a one-meter-wide stone slab forming a long road nearly 30 meters wide, allowing sufficient space for goods to be piled up.

There are more than [-] such wharf shorelines, and a large number of merchant ships set sail from here or drop anchor here every day.

At this time, a slender and elegant warship was docked beside the westernmost pier. The three-door triple-mounted third-generation crystal magic power main gun displayed on the deck attracted the attention of all passers-by. .

"The Avenger-class cruiser is considered to be the warship with the most outstanding performance in La Rochelle in the past 20 years. A large number of engraved circles and excellent materials make it have strong protection and excellent maneuverability. The main gun Although the number is not large, but—”

The Rab port official in a white military uniform proudly introduced, pointing his hand towards the side of the ship, but saw a small cannon that was inconspicuous compared to the main cannon on the deck slowly floating on the deck.

"The extremely excellent secondary battery adopts the newly developed magic-piercing cannon technology, which will endow the Avenger-class cruiser with powerful destructive power in close combat; but the most commendable thing is the unique water mist formation of the Avenger-class, which can Create thick smoke to assist warships in attacking or evacuating..."

Cyril heard the official's eloquent boasting, and he had already started to yawn—it would be better for him to open it twice for such a long string, besides, this is a regular La Rochelle navy ship, so it's impossible Are there pirates coming to attack?
Pirates are also deadly. They use small sampans to resist the cruiser's gunfire. According to the official's boast, the secondary guns on the side of the ship may be enough to dismantle them, including the ship.

In [Road to Glory], most of the plots involving the use of military ships for naval battles are large-scale battles. In addition, the ships they can touch are all non-military, and they don’t even have decent main guns. Bulk magic crystal cannon.Although some fanatical military fans even study the ships in the game, Cyril is not one of them.

After knowing that the visit to Port New Orway was so important, Cyril had already made sure that the southern nobles would not trip him up on this kind of matter.

Of course, they even paid attention to directly transferring a cruiser to him, which was completely unexpected by Cyril——

"You go to the New Aowei Port first, and the Foreign Minister will arrive in a few days. After arriving at the New Aowei Port, you must follow the order of the Foreign Minister..."

"Okay, yes, yes..."

Cyril coped with all the officials' words, and didn't realize it until he left:

Wait a minute, guarding the Foreign Secretary?

Foreign Secretary Isn't that... Blake Evans, Ching Evans' father?
However, he wasn't surprised by this. After all, this was an official official mission. According to common sense, the mission would not be handed over to an earl near the border of the kingdom.Accompanying as an escort is a reasonable arrangement.

"Okay, okay." Cyril dismissed the onlookers, turned to Sugel Winkler, and said, "It's almost time to see if the homeless man in New Aowei Harbor is willing to board our boat." .”

"Isn't the southern aristocrats not going to play tricks on us? Then why do we need a new captain?" Su Geer was puzzled.

"Did you forget? The route is covered with fog, not to mention there are ghost ship pirates. We need a reliable guide." Cyril walked in the direction of the agreed "Lighthouse Tavern".

From La Rochelle, Rab Port is the player's first choice, and the Southern Islands exploration mission is also the most convenient to go to sea from Rab Port, so Cyril is also familiar with Rab Port.

The Lighthouse Tavern is a well-known building in Rab Harbor—of course not because the salt-baked shark fins and tomahawk fins it produces are too delicious, but because it is built under the "Watch Cliff" lighthouse in Rab Harbor.

The accompanying people are all arranged in the guild hall, and they will have to rest for at least a few days before buying enough supplies before going on the road.

Cyril and Sugar Winkler went straight to the Lighthouse Tavern. After walking through the bustling downtown area, they entered the east gate of Raab Port City and walked out of the west gate, and they came to the lighthouse of Watching Cliff.

The taverns are bustling, and the taverns in the port are never short of business. No matter what time of day there will be ships arriving at the port, and sailors will flock into the pubs.It can be said that they squeezed into the tavern with difficulty, shuttled through the crowd, and finally squeezed into the empty space at the edge of the room.

"Have you made an appointment with him?" Sugel shouted loudly into Cyril's ear, otherwise the sound would not be transmitted to the other party's ear - even if he is a professional-level mage, he is not weak , but it is still choking to squeeze in the hands of a batch of five big and three thick water.

"No, but I guess he will always be here waiting for us." Cyril's eyes lit up as soon as he finished speaking, and he pointed to the corner, "Isn't that the one?"

The tall and strong middle-aged man was sitting alone in the corner, drinking the cheapest ale by himself. The facial features of the New Orway portman were quite conspicuous in the tavern, so that Cyril found him at a glance.

"Hey, Captain Drake—" Cyril had already sat across from him, "Since you're here, I think you should have made a decision, right?"

Connor Drake, the wanderer from Port New Orway who was met by Cyril in Angels, raised his head and glanced at Cyril with melancholy eyes: "Ha, you are here. Yes, I Think I'm ready, but I'm not so sure..."

"why?"

"Because I calculated the modification fee I planned." Connor Drake spread his hands, "Then I found that almost none of the civilian ships currently available on the market meet my needs. If you want to go 100% safely That route, I think it should be at least 170 Gentry..."

He looked at Cyril's face that didn't change much, but felt in his heart that the other party's eyes had become cold and stern, like the sea breeze of a knife was even sharper, and his voice couldn't help trembling.

But Su Geer Winkler on one side was even bigger than his reaction. He stood up immediately after his butt touched the chair, and said in surprise: "Hey, isn't one hundred Gentry enough? You What's the matter with doubling again?"

"So... I don't think I'm sure, so I'll ask you in advance. If you don't agree, I'll just go back to Angels." Connor Drake said helplessly, but his tone was extremely firm: " But there is absolutely no loophole in my calculations, the monster riots caused by the fog are far more terrifying than you might imagine, this is the ocean, not land."

Su Geer wanted to say something more, but he heard Cyril say lightly: "Tell me, what is your modification idea?"

"The first is survivability, taking into account protection and performance. The strength of the materials available on the market is not enough to resist the impact of the Sea Demon Shark, and it is also impossible for the ship to escape the pursuit of the fish. You must go to the black market and hire a special Designer, we also need a rune engraver..."

Connor Drake's voice was getting softer, and finally the tough guy was almost embarrassed to speak.But when he looked up at the young man in front of him, he found that the latter was looking at him with great interest, without any resistance:

"and then?"

"Um, then." He settled down and continued, "Then you need powerful firepower, which is the most expensive expense. The civilian magic crystal cannons on the market are too inferior, so you have to buy them from the black market. It will cost at least seven or eight Ten Gentry..."

He looked at Cyril again, but found that the latter was still not angry.

"Go on."

"In the end, in the end, I think the ship should have a life-saving measure, so I reserved a quota of about [-] Gentry, and I don't know if it's enough..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man in front of him standing up, clapping his hands with a relaxed face, and said relaxedly: "Okay, Su Geer, we have saved a lot of money—"

Connor Drake calmly looked at the teenager who turned to leave, a little disappointed, but he had a premonition of such a result.Seeing the two figures who were about to leave and squeeze into the crowd, he suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Mr. Iger, although I know that the amount I want is high, it is a necessity for a smooth trip to Port New Orway. I can swear on my right hand that if you can find someone who is willing to go to Port New Orville and ask for less than Two hundred Gentry designers, I chopped off my hand!"

The boy's walking steps stopped.

Then Connor Drake saw that the boy in front of him who claimed to be Marinette Iger turned his head, with a strange expression on his face: "Captain Drake, what are you doing standing up? Are you going to give them your seat?"

"Huh?" Connor Drake's eyes widened, unable to understand what Cyril said.

"Don't you see that we haven't eaten? Besides, this is the Lighthouse Bar. Salt-baked shark's fin and tomahawk fin are must-eats. Do you think it's over with a glass of cold ale here?" Siri Er said loudly: "Sit there for me!"

"This, ah, what..." Before Connor Drake could react, the two had disappeared into the crowd.

He could only sit back anxiously, thinking about what the young Mr. Iger meant. He called himself Captain Drake under such an exorbitant condition, and said that he saved a lot of money—— Rilla, is his ear broken, or his brain broken?
But he didn't know that Cyril and Su Geer, who were holding a huge plate in front of the counter, were already grinning from ear to ear.

"This Xinaowei Hongkonger is too honest, but we can meet his conditions perfectly. This is really luck among luck, haha, hahaha!"

When the roasted, fragrant and crispy shark fins were served, the two returned to the table holding the plate high, only to see a handsome young man sitting opposite Drake, with a dark smile on his face, Whispered something with Drake.

"Hey, please make way, this is our seat." Cyril said unceremoniously, the young man looked up at Cyril, snorted softly, then got up and gave up his seat.

Before leaving, he did not forget to reach out and knock twice in front of Drake, as if warning or threatening.

"Who is he? What's the matter?" Cyril put down the plate and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, just a friend." Drake lowered his head and shook his head, and his eyes widened again when he saw the four or five dinner plates that Cyril had brought back, "Urella, Your Excellency Iger, why did you buy so much?" That's a lot! This one shark fin is as big as two palms!"

"You have a portion of this, eat whatever you want, just take it." Cyril glanced at the direction where the young man disappeared, "If you want to hire sailors, you shouldn't be looking for that kind of guy, right?"

"No, of course not..." Drake shook his head quickly, "Wait a minute, Mr. Iger, what do you mean by your words? My conditions are so harsh, could it be..."

"Don't worry, just come with us after eating." Cyril laughed, bowed his head and began to eat bitterly. After eating, he packed two or three servings and put them into the space bracelet.

Uneasy, Drake followed the two out of the Lighthouse Tavern, through the west gate, and out of the east gate.He recognized that the two were leading him towards the pier. Did they have the boat ready?
But still the same sentence, the performance of the civilian ships on the market is far from enough, and the spot goods on the black market are expensive to death, and the quality is not good enough, and they have to be refitted...

He was thinking in his heart, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the pier.

"Captain Drake, Captain Drake?"

The voice of the young man woke up the pensive New Orway porter. He was still thinking about how much money Marinet Iger had spent on a boat that was enough to go to New Orleigh port. When he looked up, he saw But it is a beautiful and slender warship!

"Urella is on top!!!"

He almost screamed, rolled his eyes, and almost fainted, but fortunately, his excellent concentration allowed him to stand firmly.He took a few deep breaths, and looked at the young people around him with disbelief:

"This, isn't this a navy cruiser? Are you kidding me? How could you get such a thing! Am I crazy or are you crazy, or are you lying to me?"

He babbled for a long time, walked frantically on the pier, jumped onto the boat after receiving encouraging eyes from Cyril, ran wildly on the deck, and rubbed his face against the gun barrel...

After nearly an hour of madness, Connor Drake returned to normal, sweating profusely and wearily stepped off the boat and sat down on the dock.

And a bottle of clear ale from Angels was handed to him in good time.

"Would you like a bottle?"

He reached out to take it without hesitation, bit open the bottle cap and took a few sips, then asked "gritting his teeth":
"This ship, what's its name?"

"Avenger class."

Behind him, the handsome half-elf boy faced the sea breeze, and his tone was full of confidence: "Its name is the Napoleon."

(End of this chapter)