our family is gone

Chapter 188 Pirates Attack
At night, the sea is deep and dark, it is darkness that can swallow any light, only the hazy stars and moon in the sky guide the direction.

On a cargo ship heading to Hamlet, except for the sailors on duty at night, most of the people on board were asleep. Even Lance could not help but fall into a peaceful sleep, but for some reason, he was awakened suddenly by the feeling of peeping.

In an instant, he got up from the bed and opened up his spiritual vision. Seeing that nervous expression, he did not dare to relax at all.

The last time he was a fucking collector, this time he didn't pick this time to give it to him, right?

The ship is no better than the land, and it will be more troublesome if you really want to fight.

It's just that he was wary for a while that there were no more visions, and the space in front of him was stable without any spiritual fluctuations.

Could it be something in the sea?
Lance knew that the sea in this world was not in general chaos, and he wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly encountered something strange.

Immediately, he walked out of the room and inspected around. It was still calm, and the sailors on duty did not find anything unusual.

This is strange~
Standing on the deck and perceiving it carefully, there is indeed no problem.

Just when he was hesitating, the familiar feeling of performing a sacrifice came, and the void inexplicably returned him a large amount of spirituality, which was a huge spirituality that he could not obtain by killing hundreds of people along the way. His body is full.

What the hell is this sacrifice?
[Blessing], strengthen!

Not caring so much anymore, Lance didn't hesitate, changed his previous buttoning and swishing, spirituality began to nourish the body.

He doesn't need to worry about spiritual restlessness like ordinary extraordinary people, as long as he has it, he will pile it up.

Power... A powerful force filled the body.

But Lance did not use it without restraint. On the contrary, his strong willpower directly suppressed his thirst for power and interrupted his strengthening.

He really doesn't need to worry about spiritual agitation, but the human body has limits, and strengthening it too much at once will make him lose control of his body.

At the same time, unrestrained use is to some extent a waste of the refresh mechanism it brings, and it is better to give the body time to adapt step by step.

The body is like a bottle, every time it is strengthened, its volume is increasing. When he realizes that he is almost capable, he will naturally stop. Only with full spirituality can he have enough cards.

Instead, he sent the remaining bit of spirituality to the wolf spirit who was always by his side, just like raising a pet, watching it grow up.

Wolf Spirit's illusory body became more solid and refined, as if he could see the hairs in it, and at the same time, his movements and postures were much more agile, not as stiff as before.

But the gift of the void is not over yet, a stitched leather scroll and a pure white crystal appear out of thin air.

These two items fell into his hands, and unlike those extraordinary equipment, he automatically knew what they were when the panel was produced.

The Human Skin Scroll [Abyss Contract], with the help of the contract, Lance can sign a contract with an existence and control it.

More importantly, this thing is not written by humans, but made by abyssal monsters. In the abyss world full of betrayal, only contractual constraints can allow them to control other monsters and fallen humans.

For the people of the church, this thing is full of profane rituals, but for Lance, a lot of it is very interesting knowledge.

It says what kind of rituals are used to communicate with the strange demons, and then sign a contract to control them, as well as the rituals of expelling, sealing and killing the strange demons.

Especially the effectiveness of the contract. With the help of mysterious power to complete the contract, even the abyssal monsters will be restricted, let alone ordinary people.

As for the crystal, it is the [Unyielding Spirit], the soul that even the abyssal monsters can't make it succumb to, so it can only be imprisoned.

Lance took the things back to the showroom. Although he got a big deal out of nowhere, he didn't intend to relax.

From the looks of things, it seems that he sacrificed a certain abyss monster, but when did he do this?
He couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, the weird sense of peeping came again, Lance instinctively looked back, why didn't he understand this time?

It was similar to the feeling Tamara was exploring her talent at that time.

It was someone who was using extraordinary power to check himself, and then he was backlashed!
How could I forget this one?
Lance has a strange expression. There is no surveillance in this world, but there are strange and extraordinary powers. Wouldn't it be easy to find a thief?

It's no wonder that Totnes' official reaction is not big~
But this backlash, I'm afraid it's going to poke a hornet's nest. Fortunately, I run fast.

Lance also came to his senses, he was indeed reckless, and fortunately he had someone above him, otherwise he would be in trouble if he was discovered, even if he was not caught.

but……

Lance found that he was killing all kinds of people. After working hard for a long time, he didn't gain much back. It was both spirituality and props.

Is it just a few more, and I will...

It was a good idea, but Lance never dared to take such a big risk for such a small amount of money.

Greed is not terrible, what is terrible is being controlled by greed.

Glancing at the panel, I spent so many spiritual blessings to strengthen just now, and sure enough, one of the levels has changed

[Brave] → [Elite].

"It's level three~" Lance looked at the situation above with emotion.

He stepped into the elite for more than a month. He didn't know whether it was fast or slow, but it was all his own hard work.

After waiting for a long time, there was no gift coming. Lance didn't know what happened to Totnes, but at this time he was full of energy and couldn't sleep, so he just leaned against the light of the lantern and took out a book to read. look.

Learning is something that never fails.

…………

“Interesting~”

Lance studied the [White Wolf Scroll] in his hand, and found some interesting things in it.

For example, the means of making extraordinary equipment, and the processing of some spiritual materials.

He finally knew how to make the small skulls that were the ornaments produced by those barbarian tribes.

It turns out that it is necessary to prepare a potion, remove the head completely and immerse it in it. With the help of the ritual, the soul or spirit will be imprisoned. At the same time, the flesh and blood will melt and impurities will be removed to retain the pure spirit, and the skull will shrink.

It's amazing and interesting. Lance somewhat wants to study it in depth, but most of the extraordinary equipment made by these means have negative effects.

There are also various effects on the body, the most common being spiritual restlessness, and it is easy to bear greater pressure.

Lance researched this to find out the actual function and usage of [Wolf Head Pendant] and that [Wolf Head Statue].

During the research and translation, he still found the problem. The white wolf equipment was made with the power of the wolf god, and if he wanted to use it, he had to rely on the power of the wolf god.

It's just that he's not a barbarian, and he doesn't believe in that stuff. Where did the wolf god come from?
So what he hates the most are these nagging gods, what the hell is there to just say it and it's over?

For example, the concise and clear book "Spiritual Vision" could be read in one night, but it took him two days of research to find any clues.

There are differences in the languages ​​and characters between the tribes. Many of them don’t know what it means when they change tribes, let alone him, an archaeologist who has only learned the basics, and can only guess based on the context.

You need to translate it into a common language first, then eliminate those nonsense, purify useful information, and study...

Ordinary people really don't understand these, or don't have the mind to sit down and study them.

But being in a dead end now means that he has wasted two days of time, and he can't help but feel irritable.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Boudica, who was lying on the bed, noticed Lance's strangeness and couldn't help asking curiously.

After this period of adaptation, she didn't feel so dizzy, and basically recovered, but the boat was so big, and after a few laps, she had nowhere to go, so she could only stay in a daze in the room.

"It's okay." Lance glanced at her and ignored her. At first, he also thought that Boudica was also a barbarian. Maybe he could help translate, but this guy is illiterate.

In other words, only wizards and shamans in the tribe will learn characters and continue the inheritance of the tribe.

"Shhh..." Boudica was so bored that he was almost moldy, and he was even whistling there.

Lance looked speechless like that, just like a child.

People are also barbarians, and you are also barbarians, why do you...

"Hey! That's right, they have a wolf god, and I seem to have a wolf god too~"

Lance suddenly realized something, and raised his hand to summon the wolf spirit.

It's all about spirituality, so there shouldn't be much difference.

Lance became excited for a while, and directly took out the [Wolf Pendant], just about to try it.

"What are you doing, Boss? What's good for you?"

When Boudica's dull voice came, Lance immediately realized something.

Damn, this is on a boat, and if something goes wrong, it will be troublesome!

How could I make such a low-level mistake?
Lance suppressed his restless heart and fell into thinking.

When did I become so impatient?
Is it the person whose corrupting influence has never been eliminated and who is always subtly influencing the world?
As long as you live, you will be corrupted...

What a fart!
Lance pouted, that was someone else, he couldn't be influenced.

The real reason is that he has been going so smoothly during this period of time. He has done all kinds of murder, arson, theft and robbery, but nothing has happened.

Not to mention getting a large number of talents and property, this period of time is too easy, without the pressure at the beginning, it directly wears down his vigilance.

Lance couldn't help calming down. Fortunately, he didn't pay too much to react now. Otherwise, if the ancestor really wanted to give him something, it would be an unbearable burden for his life.

"Huh~" Lance took a few deep breaths, and slowly adjusted, his eyes showed vigilance again.

Looking at Boudica solemnly said:

"Fighting against corruption is fighting against yourself. You can never relax. You reminded me very well. I will reward you with a glass of wine when I go back."

"Great!"

Boudica couldn't figure out why the boss was acting so weird, it seemed that he was also stupid for taking a boat.

But it's fine if you have alcohol, so let him alone~
Lance looked at Boudica, who could be entertained for a long time with a glass of wine, a little envious of this kind of purity, and decided to give her some "care" for her growth.

"Let me ask you, how much do you remember of the words I taught you yesterday?"

"Ah!" The expression on Boudica's face collapsed instantly, it was uglier than crying.

The smile didn't disappear, it just moved to Lance's face.

You must study hard, at least let this guy know Hamlet's rules, and some simple words.

At the same time, Lance also learned the spoken language of the barbarians from Boudica, and the two parties basically seemed to be learning from each other.

In the room, Lance was forcing Boudica to learn a foreign language. For Boudica, this was worse than punching her.

Until a sudden knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"My lord! Pirates!"

Are you so unlucky?

Lance also didn't care about learning foreign languages, so he rushed out of the room.

And Nabudica felt that she was finally saved. Compared with studying, she liked fighting more, and it would be best if there was chopping music.

Not to mention that the past few days have been too busy to be moldy, so he immediately picked up the halberd and rushed out.

As soon as Lance stepped out of the deck, he saw the gathered sailors and heard their discussions.

"We shouldn't be able to escape, right?"

"Their boats are much faster than ours, and it will be a matter of time before they are caught up."

"..."

Seeing that their faces were a bit ugly, only the old captain looked normal. It seemed that he was not bragging, and indeed he had hacked many pirates.

Lance didn't blame them, because they had never encountered pirates when they ran the river, so this kind of reaction was normal.

Stepping up to the bow quickly, he took the binoculars from the old captain.

Eyes stretched and he saw that there was indeed a ship in the distance, but there was no skull flag on it, so why can it be confirmed that it was a pirate?
Lance asked this question, and the old captain on the side raised his finger to explain.

"It's a fast ship that is dedicated to speed. Generally, fleets that ship by sea don't use this kind of ship, and warships have special markings, but this one doesn't.

And my lord, I don't know if you have noticed, their canvas style is a bit strange, I dare say that there must be a lot of pirates standing behind them, ready to jump gang battles.

And after they found out, they didn't follow up immediately, and they hung up for a long time before they got up, and they kept speeding up when they started,
Looking at their routes, their purpose is clear. Whether we speed up to escape or turn around, they have enough space to intercept us. It must be a pirate ship. "

Listening to the old captain's explanation, Lance understood a lot.

"They treat us like fat sheep~" Lance looked at the approaching ships in the mirror tube, and couldn't help but curl up his mouth in a mocking manner.

"Get ready to fight, we can't escape this one." Lance handed the binoculars to the old captain, just looking at him without any worries.

Lance was still a little worried at first. He was not afraid of fighting at all. What he was afraid of was that the ship would be damaged. With so many people on board falling into the water, it is estimated that few of them would survive.

But after confirming that the opponent's ship has no artillery, it is just a very ordinary sailing warship, and he is relieved.

Lance's arrogant words directly made the sailors speechless, and they were stunned.

How could any merchant ship take the initiative to wait for the pirate ship to approach?
However, his order was supported by two people.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Boudica raised his halberd and roared wildly, saying the words he had learned and remembered most in the past few days.

She has been suffocating these past few days, and she needs a fight to vent.

The old captain is old but his heart is not weak. Faced with this situation, he directly drew the scimitar from his waist.

"I think there are at most fifty or sixty pirates on that ship. There are so many of us, and we can chop them into mud with one knife. What's more, my lord is here, I'm afraid of being hanged!"

That's right, those sailors suddenly realized that their trip was not an ordinary cargo shipment. There were hundreds of guards on board, not to mention a powerful barbarian warrior.

They also heard about her exaggerated achievements from those refugees, and with Lord Lance in front of her, the original fear of pirates was dispelled and replaced by bravery!

"Brothers copy guys, don't be underestimated by those people!" The old captain yelled, playing with the machete in his hand, as if he had found the feeling he had back then.

Those sailors were also eager to try, and they were not afraid of fighting at all, because they were paid for doing things for the adults, and the casualties were not counted, so they had no worries at all, and they might even win the appreciation of the adults with the pirate's head.

Sometimes the influence of personal prestige is so exaggerated, of course, what is more practical is the generous rewards and guarantees.

"Go send a semaphore to tell the ships behind us that we are going to do something, let them be vigilant about their surroundings, and at the same time observe the situation and prepare to respond.

Except for the sailors who control the ship, everyone goes down, moves out the sundries and piles them up as a shelter, and asks the guards to set up long guns to block the entrance and exit, so that no pirate can be let down, and at the same time..."

Lance quickly set up tactics, very simple, wait for the pirates to come, he and Boudica kill the pirates, and the others hide and wait for the end.

"My lord, they are all great boys, and they won't let you down." The old captain didn't understand when he heard this arrangement, and at the same time, the excitement aroused by the sailors couldn't be calmed down so easily, and they called for a fight one after another.

"grown ups!"

"I come."

"Count me in!"

"..."

"You can't have casualties, otherwise who will sail?" Lance didn't mean to let go, but suppressed the sailor's call for a fight.

The reason why he didn't want them to come into contact with pirates was simple. He needed someone to drive the boat and maintain a high-speed operation. Once a casualty occurred, his speed would be slowed down.

The old captain understands this truth, but is it necessary to kill dozens of pirates with two people?I couldn't help reminding, "And the pirates are different from those refugees. These guys are very cruel and have blood on their hands."

"So I let the guards line up and guard the corridor passage with spears. They can only fight with me on this deck."

Lance looked calm, how could he not have thought of this?

"But pirates are too dangerous. What if I hurt my lord? I'll lead the guards to fight, and my lord will command from the rear."

The old captain didn't know Lance's strength, so he naturally showed embarrassment. He didn't want the commander to take risks, and he couldn't bear the responsibility.

"If I'm not fighting on the front line, then I'm not qualified to lead them!" Lance waved his hand, "Never mind, I'm right here."

This scene directly shocked those people. The passion that had been extinguished by the sailors exploded, and an inexplicable force filled their bodies.

Not for rewards and military exploits, but simply wanting to fight by that person's side.

"My lord, we are not afraid of pirates!"

"That's right, my knife is not vegetarian."

"..."

Even the calm heart of the old captain, who is used to the wind and rain, can't help being agitated. If those bureaucratic nobles could be like adults, why would Hamlet be here!
Lance put on an unquestionable attitude, "Execute my order immediately, notify the guards, and appease the people. There will be opportunities for you in the future."

"Listen to my lord, I'll cut those guys later, work now!" the old captain greeted.

Although the sailors really wanted to kill the pirates, they couldn't disobey Lord Lance's order, so they had to move, and the whole ship became lively at once, and the scene just now was passed on.

If ordinary cargo ships heard pirates attacking, they would probably be in chaos long ago.

But this one showed unprecedented composure.

The people prayed for Lord Lance in the cabin on the bottom floor, and they all stayed in their positions obediently without any confusion.

The guards walked out with their guns in hand, forming a gun formation to guard the passages. No fear was visible on everyone's faces. On the contrary, they revealed an unusual firmness, even fanaticism.

Everyone believed it unconditionally—the figure standing on the bow with the sword in hand.

Paracelsus was in the upper cabin, so he naturally heard the movement outside, and saw this scene after he came out.

In the past two days, apart from studying the books in her hand, she was also changing the dressings of the wounded, and she also heard the story of the camp and the behavior of this man.

Coupled with this posture, it really makes people...

She didn't know what that person was thinking, but he was already dazzling enough when he made it.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but walk over.

"Why are you here? I can't take care of you." Lance noticed that the doctor in the strange costume and beak mask came up.

"Don't underestimate women, I can help you." Paracelsus drew out a strange dagger, and took out a potion bottle with one hand. The viscous potion shaking inside was daunting.

Lance couldn't help having a headache when he saw this. He shouldn't have chatted with her about weaponizing corrosive potions before, and he just hoped not to damage his boat.

But it's okay, let's see how strong she is. Anyway, as long as she doesn't die, she can pull people up, and at most she will spend some attention on taking care of her.

"Lord Lance!" The old captain came up with a scimitar and a musket pinned to his waist.

"What are you doing up here? If I get hurt, my boat won't have a captain."

"My lord, you are all here. If I shrink back, no brother will obey me." The old captain moved his scimitar in his hand, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he had returned to the passionate years back then, and couldn't help but want to prove it.

"Don't look at my old bones, my lord, but my knife is still sharp. I have long wanted to chop those guys, but unfortunately I never had the chance."

Even so, he was ready to protect Lance, even if he risked his life, whether it was to give Walt an explanation, or for the hope in his heart.

Thinking of this, the old captain couldn't help but become fierce, and looked up at the pirate ship that was getting closer.

Lance has nothing to say about this. Pirates are dangerous to ordinary people, but they are just rotten fish and shrimps to him. It is just a chance to try the power of his advanced elite.

(End of this chapter)