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Chapter 43 "Clues and Celebration Banquet"

"Clap."

As Qiao Yang took the last step, his mental energy was consumed rapidly, and the treasure hunter in the talent column was shining brightly. How to use the talent is not limited to a few words of description, but also depends on how its owner uses it skillfully.

The next moment, the temple was filled with brilliance, and a piece of parchment gradually emerged in Qiao Yang's hand. The writing on it was blurred by the sea water, and it was so blurry that the content on it could only be barely legible.

There are six lines of handwriting in total, but currently only the first two lines can be seen. The following prompts are completely blurred into ink balls, and only sixteen words can be seen now.

"An old temple on an isolated island, with leisurely lines, winding paths and icy cold water."

This treasure hint map was condensed by Qiao Yang through his own talent, and the corresponding hint is like the Riddler. If you don't understand some ancient poetry, you may not be able to find the treasure hiding place in your life.

But it is not a problem for Qiao Yang. At this moment, your friend Captain Qiao Yang has been offline. Joe Holmes, the master of ancient poetry, is officially online!

"The old temple on the isolated island, there's nothing much to say, it's just the temple on Fish-Man Island."

"Xianjing Youran, I think this pit looks like a well. Alas, we need to find someone to clean up the rotten corpses. These Kuo Tao murlocs are really good at people. Well, it seems that we can let the shoal murlocs on the boat do the hard work. ah."

Qiao Yang suddenly thought of the murlocs of the shallows who had been idle all this time. After all, they were also laborers. They were not used in vain. At least they were in charge of the food, right?

Just do what you think of, call Marquis over and let him call for people. There are at least thirty murlocs who can work, which is just enough for the sailors to take a rest.

However, the strength of this group of murlocs in the shoal is still a bit weak. In the next two days, a few good-performing ones will have to be selected to evolve their bloodlines. It is really a waste to simply let them do hard work.

"Gu Li is afraid!"

"uproar!"

After a while, under the leadership of the leader of the shoal murlocs, a large group of shoal murlocs came over, saying gibberish words, which sounded a little funny, but after seeing Qiao Yang, they did not dare to He continued to speak out, with three parts gratitude and seven parts awe in his eyes, and he entered the temple with his neck hunched.

They also don't quite understand why they don't dare to look up at their master after not seeing him for a long time.

"Marquis...Sir, we...can start. Let's get started."

"Well, go ahead and do your best. The captain will not treat you badly."

Perhaps in Marquez's view, now that he is on the ship, no matter whether he is powerful or not, as long as he can help Qiao Yang, he is a good partner.

"Many, thank you, Lord Marquis."

This thank you was filled with sincerity. Ever since he boarded the ship, the leader, who was much smarter than the ordinary tribesmen, had been feeling uneasy. After all, compared with those sailors who looked very powerful, their only role might be to serve as a guide. Coolie.

That's why it can't sleep well every day. It's afraid that when it wakes up, it will find that everything in front of it is a dream, and its tribe is still threatened with genocide. If possible, it is willing to be a captain in the fleet for the rest of its life. coolie.

The thought in his mind lasted only a moment. The leader of the murlocs in the shallows spoke a few more words to Marquis in the common language of the human race, and then directed the tribesmen to take over the sailors who had just finished their work, and meticulously collected the materials dropped by the Kuo Tao murlocs. and equipment back to the ship, then jumped into the pit used for sacrifices, and started cleaning up the carrion with wooden buckets and shovels. The smell was overwhelming.

Fortunately, the food Qiao Yang feeds them every day is not bad, otherwise these guys with low intelligence might become scavengers.

On the other side, the sailors took a breather and began to cook and set up camp on the spot. Yasir and other crew members who were left behind also came down to help prepare the celebration banquet. The fleet has Khorne lurking in the sea to watch over it, so there will be no problems. . Isdak asked the sailors to bring a few boxes of fruit, took out his own tools, chopped the fruits, spread them on the bottom of the barrel, then added water, and finally took out a small cloth bag and carefully added some powdery content into it.

Oh, Isdak is the only winemaker in the fleet, and tonight’s drinks depend entirely on him. Although it is a career, his importance at sea is self-evident.

The wine used for drinking is one thing. Some minor injuries that do not require Nasreen's help require good things like alcohol. A talented winemaker is a valuable invisible asset.

At this time, Hans was watching from the side. A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the dead branches brought by it inadvertently crossed his face. He couldn't help but sneeze, which startled Isdak, and he fell over half of the time. Bag of powder goes in.

He was stunned for a moment, and then Hong Wen, visible to the naked eye, yelled at Hans:

"Get out of here as far as you want. Do you know how long it took me to prepare such a little spice?"

Hans, who knew he had made a mistake, blushed and ran away. Triller's laughter came from behind, and he was also scolded by Isdak.

"You too, do you still want to drink!?"

Seeing the two people escaping in a panic, Isdak sighed, helplessly added water to the barrel, closed the lid directly, and activated his professional ability.

“Quick brew!”

Along with a burst of energy fluctuations, the extremely attractive aroma of wine floated out of half of the Fishman Island. The thick fishy smell in the air was directly suppressed, causing the sailors who were camping to stop their movements involuntarily.

"Smell of wine? Where did you get the wine?"

"Are you stupid? You don't even know we have a winemaker on board?"

"Damn it, aren't there drinks tonight?!"

The sailors discussed it for a while, then cheered, and they were all energetic in their work. The camp was taking shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, just to drink in advance.

Almost all the guys who take risks on the sea are addicted to alcohol, because in the moody waves, you never know which tomorrow or accident will come first. Drinking fine wine at sea and playing with wandering birds on the shore is probably what every sailor will do. thing.

"Isdaq, isn't this little wine enough?"

Charles arranged his drinking utensils, looked at the wine in only three barrels, and couldn't help but asked doubtfully.

He is a bartender and can make drinks with buffs, but he doesn't need to go to such trouble today, he is just a guest bartender.

"You don't understand this. This is pure puree, which needs to be mixed with water, otherwise it will be too easy to get intoxicated. Even if it is a celebration banquet, we will not get drunk. The captain has told us that we can only taste it briefly. But don’t get drunk.”

Isdak looked at the rising campfire and started mixing drinks leisurely. Tonight's celebration banquet must be unforgettable. Their captain is a man full of miracles. Even if he enters the endless sea in the future, he will definitely make a breakthrough. Great achievements!

In this regard, it is not just Isdak who thinks so, everyone thinks so!

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(End of this chapter)