Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 588 Mr. Wei, I Fly

Goodwin has never sweated while eating because of nervousness like today.

His hand couldn't help lifting the spoon in mid-air. If he touched the spoon to the edge of the bowl at this time, he would hear a rapid, slight serial collision sound-it was caused by his violently shaking hands.

Opposite him, District Governor Bennett O'Neill and the young man named "Saxon" were talking happily.The consul of the district kept flattering Saxon, while Saxon spoke with eloquence, a confidence and sunshine that were completely different from the fierceness of his face revealed from his words and body movements.

As natural and elegant as a speech at a banquet for the upper class.

However, in the eyes of Goodwin at this moment, he is like a wolf in human skin, his eyes are emitting a fierce light at any time, his sharp fangs are touching his throat, and his rosy skin is already licking his skin. This sense of danger was more dangerous than the most vicious pirates he had come into contact with when he was a pirate.

And he finally remembered where he had heard the name "Saxon".

"The Bloody Hand of Taranto", Saxony.

A few years ago, when he was still disconnected from the pirates, he often went in and out of the Taranto area, the largest port in the port of New Orway, and he had heard of this name at that time.I heard that he is a 20-year-old young man. He is fast and ruthless. If he can kill with one blow, he will never use a second blow. He doesn't even need a weapon. He can pierce through a person's chest and crush the opponent's heart with just one hand. , the whole hand was blood red when it was pulled out, so it was called "the bloody hand of Taranto".

And as he shifted his focus to the Trento division, his relationship with the Taranto division was severed, and naturally he was out of touch with the affairs of the port.

In just a few years, that young man who was still a gangster has turned into a young man who can make even the consuls humiliate and flatter him?
He kept muttering in his heart, but Saxon called his name:
"Mr. Goodwin, you have been developing in the Trento Division for so many years, so you should be familiar with everything here?"

Goodwin immediately came back to his senses, and said with a smile on his face, "Lord Saxony, I'm only familiar with a few of the roads I often walk, and I haven't even been to the largest vineyard in the Trento region."

"That shouldn't be it." Saxon held a dinner fork in his hand and picked up a piece of beef, but he didn't put it in his mouth immediately, but looked down at Goodwin, "As a businessman, you have to see the place where the goods are produced with your own eyes. Just look at it."

"Otherwise, when negotiating business with foreign businessmen, how can we explain the business clearly and clearly?"

The last few words were bitten by him very hard, and the accent with a strong seaside flavor slapped on Goodwin's body like waves.And after he finished speaking, his eyes showed a fierce light again, and he stared at Goodwin for a few seconds before he retreated, put the skewered beef into his mouth, and chewed and swallowed slowly.

Goodwin uncontrollably intensified his panting, and his fat body was heaving up and down—at first he thought that Saxon was just trying to use his network to solicit votes, but at this moment he realized that the other party was looking at him. !

See you in the picture!

But he obviously hid it so well and so deeply, why did the other party find him, and why did the other party want to attack him...

Big drops of sweat slid from his forehead and dripped into the soup in his bowl.After Saxon finished eating the piece of beef, he stared at Goodwin again with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but in Goodwin's eyes, it was clearly a wolf licking its teeth...

He was struggling crazily in his heart - this is a restaurant, no matter what the identity of the other party is, he should not dare to do anything here, but is he really alone?On the way back, at my own home, no matter from what point of view, this seems to be a dead end...

"Goodwin, has your taste changed recently?"

There was a sudden click of tongue in his ear, and he woke up suddenly - in fact, only two or three seconds passed, but it was so long for Goodwin at that moment.

He searched for the source of the familiar voice. Bennet O'Neill, the consul of the Trento Division, was frowning and putting down the soup bowl, spitting in his mouth, dissatisfied: "This soup is hot and spicy. , are you sure you ordered it according to the usual taste?"

Goodwin finally came back to his senses, and quickly said: "It should be, wait, I said why the taste is so wrong, I'm sweating because it's so spicy, it must be that they sent it to the wrong table!"

"Change the pot quickly, how can you drink this taste?" Bennett said impatiently, "You have to listen carefully to what Mr. Saxon says. I think what Mr. Saxon just said is right. If you don't understand your products, you can't drink them. How can we talk about the price we like?"

"Ahaha, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, the Lord Consul and Mr. Saxon are right, but I have been managing finances recently, and it has been a long time since I have done business..." Goodwin laughed, terrified in his heart At the same time, the hanging boulder also fell down.

Whether it was deliberate or not, it was thanks to the District Governor for saving the scene, otherwise, with my own ability, I am afraid that I will completely fall into the trap of that Saxony.

Saxon finally put away his fierce gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly and changed the subject, chatting about other things casually.

Goodwin didn't know at this time that in the south of La Rochelle, thousands of miles away, Angels of Meterbury, Duke Marcellus was sitting at the table with a stern face, and his fingers were constantly tapping. The desktop, once and for all, is like a clock ringing on the wall.

His eyeliner, only one left.

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April [-], sunny.

Maybe so.

The weather at sea has always been changeable. One second it was sunny, and the next second a storm might hit the face, cruelly tearing the ships drifting on the sea to pieces.

According to the fishermen, this is the sea god Urella's means to show his power and keep destruction and nothingness away from the sea.They were not bored by the weather, and were even grateful for the gift Urella had given them.

Fishermen depend on the sea for their survival.

Of course, in fact, the changing weather will not affect fishermen's going to sea. They have been with the sea for many years, and they already know when they should go to sea, what sea area to fish, and how long each time lasts.And the temple of Yurila in the port will inform the public of the weather conditions in the sea area today before the first fishing boat goes out to sea every morning.

Of course, this is limited to the "inland sea" that is classified as a safe area.

But if the fishermen insist on going to the dangerous sea area of ​​the non-fishing area, that is, the open sea to fish, then the Harbor Sanctuary cannot save them who encounter extreme weather in the open sea.

The dangers in the open sea area are recognized, the weather and the monsters in the sea are obstacles on the route, and only the most experienced ships can survive the many crises.Of course, the outer sea area can give people rich rewards. The price of a big fish in the outer sea may be ten times that of the inner sea area.

At this moment, the Avenger-class cruiser Napoleon is sailing in the absolute open sea, the "Tranquil Sea".

The route from La Rochelle to the Port of New Orville is on the boundary line between the open sea and the inland sea, and a small part of the voyage is in the open sea. This section in the quiet sea is the longest section of the open sea route.

It is also the most dangerous section.

Not only because of the exacerbated and changing weather conditions in the open sea, but more because of the "ghost ships" that have appeared here in the past few months.

"The Tranquil Sea Territory really lives up to its name."

Mia stood on the side of the boat, brushed her wind-blown hair behind her ears, and showed her side face in front of Cyril.

The bow of the ship parted from the calm sea, and the white marks were surging with foam, and they closed again after the slender hull of the Napoleon passed by.If you stare carefully at the sea below, you can also see fish swimming back and forth in the shallow water.

"The Tranquil Sea is not named because the sea is calm." Cyril shook his head, "It has this name because the storm here is so violent that it can almost tear everything on the sea and set off dozens of The huge waves of meters, engulfed the debris - after everything is over, there is only a piece of quiet sea, so it is called the quiet sea."

Mia looked at Cyril in surprise, and after a while she puffed her cheeks and shook her head back and forth, like a bubble fish, which made people want to reach out and poke it.

"Your Earl is right." Captain Drake raised his cap, letting the sun fall on his face, "The silence of silence is the silence of the cemetery."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he found that the Mage Mage, who had a very high status in the team, had her eyes wide open and was staring at him.

Realizing what a fool he had done, he hurried away in a hurry.

"Have you adapted to the abundant water element environment in the ocean?" Cyril asked instead, not paying attention to Drake's interruption behind him.

"It's almost there, Mr. Wei, look—" Mia said, drawing an arc from bottom to top with her finger, and following her finger, a dolphin transformed into water jumped out of the water, and suddenly turned into a dolphin in the air. An owl, with distinct feathers, fluttered to Cyril's head, and exploded into splashes with a "click".

The two stood extremely close, and the spray from the top of their heads inevitably wet them a little.Cyril's hair immediately fell limp and hung on his forehead, looking quite embarrassed.

Although Mia's hair was also wet, she couldn't help covering her mouth and supporting her waist at this moment, leaning back and forth with a smile, and apologized after a long time: "Oh, oh, I can't control it, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, but Mia's magic control ability is really strong." Cyril waved his hand, and then praised, "Such a fine creation of water elements, I think even if Zimmerman is buried in the soil and asked him to make one If they are similar, they probably won’t be able to pinpoint them.”

"This depends on talent, not by training."

Refined operation, absolute control over magic power, this talent can be said to be a gift from the gods for a mage, no matter how delicate a spell model is, there will always be redundant parts, and useless magic power will be wasted in the process of construction middle.

But refined magic power control can minimize the loss of magic power. In terms of the game, it means "reducing mana consumption" and "increasing spell power".

The corner of Mia's mouth couldn't help but curl up, but then she sighed and said, "It's a pity I haven't broken through to the professional level, otherwise..."

"Don't think about it too much, why don't you just condemn it, why is Sugeer so useless? Wouldn't the air system also have a water system? It rained in Rhaegar, and people were forced to go home to collect the clothes before the fight. It's so perfect. I don’t even know how to…”

Miss Mage laughed again under Cyril's strange thoughts.

There were no idlers on the deck at the bow. After the training in the morning, the knights were hurrying to replenish their strength, and the sailors were also concentrating on sailing, leaving space for the current owner of the ship.

Mia looked at the sea, and suddenly put her hands on the armrest of the bow, propped up her upper body, and dangled her legs back and forth on the deck.

The sea breeze blew her hair away, and the open blouse looked like open wings. She let out a soft cry, and after a while, she fell back on the deck, turned her head and said to Cyril: "Mr. Wei, how do you feel?" It’s like flying on the sea by yourself.”

Cyril suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He stepped behind Mia, and before she could react, his hand was already on her waist.Mia let out a soft cry, and the boy's hands easily wrapped around her waist, and then she felt her legs lifted by the wind, her body suspended in the air, and then suddenly rushed forward——

Cyril swiftly jumped out of the deck and walked to the bow decoration, the statue of the silver Pegasus with wings spread.Mia looked down, there was no deck blocking her body, the sea water was split right under her nose, and small fish kept jumping out of the water, and she had a panoramic view of the nimble appearance of flicking their tails.

She couldn't help opening her arms, and shouted heartily: "Ah, I'm flying, I'm flying! Mr. Wei, you see, I'm flying!"

This lasted for more than a minute before Cyril retreated to the deck along the original path.He let the girl land on the ground smoothly, and stretched out his hand to comb her long hair neatly. When he lifted the hair, he could still see the girl's flushed face and excited eyes.

"It's so enjoyable, this is really amazing!"

Mia was still immersed in that short "flight", repeatedly emphasizing it with Cyril.But she suddenly realized how all this was achieved just now - the boy's hands were only attached to her waist through a layer of clothes, she didn't wear much, and the feeling of warmth and even scalding was still very clear here ...

Her face turned red all of a sudden, she couldn't help stamping her feet, and was about to turn her head to avoid the embarrassment of this moment, but an untimely voice sounded on the deck at this moment.

"My lord, I'm sorry to bother you again, but—"

Connor Drake walked onto the bow deck with a serious face, "There are two very bad news."

"One, the storm is coming, and it is about to catch up with us."

"Another, I think we're being targeted by a ghost ship."

(End of this chapter)