Swords Coast.

Gulf of Aden.

Tonight's dock area, or the tavern area, is brightly lit, and a sea storm brewing basically drives all nearby ships to the Gulf of Aden, thus getting off the boat, and piles of hiding from the storm, and sailors who get off the boat and rest like sea moles, swim ashore from the rolling waves.

The only difference is that sea moles go ashore to carry out the most primitive movements for reproduction, and the strong mate.

The latter sailors are indulging in love with each other, drinking and eating meat, and are so happy.

However, in other words, it is actually true. After all, the one who hugs the most beautiful girl in every tavern is definitely the strongest, not the richest one.

There are disputes in places where there are people, especially when everyone is drunk and others are unable to pack the drunk and bring the drunk back to the ship, a battle without reason or based on the root cause of "what are you looking at" is constantly breaking out.

Often at this time, the tavern owner who came forward to maintain order would disappear just in time, and then he would wait until the battle ended to see the visitor with a considerable compensation slip.

As for the debt, Oh my God, those who dare to open a tavern on a mixed territory, the background behind them either connects to the dock sheriff or catches the line from an adult in the inner city. With their words, most of the captains could only curse their subordinates while paying the money with heartache.

"You want to work for me for three years for free, no! At least five years."

It was the most common statement from the captain who came to the Gulf of Aden when it was a mess in a tavern.

But it still cannot stop the hormones from rising after being drunk, and the emotional outflow makes these drunks always want to do something.

for example.

"Hey! What are you talking about! What are you laughing at?"

A burly man with a tiger shark tattooed with a very tall head, with a light head that was also printed with a tattoo, full of alcohol, his eyes wide open than a copper bell, and he asked aggressively.

And his eyes were staring at the group of people in the corner of the tavern. If Karan Hill was here, he would naturally recognize that he was a member of the Immortal Princess.

These sailors were having fun chatting and drinking. They were shocked by the sudden shout of this man, interrupting the atmosphere, and their faces suddenly became a little ugly.

However, after seeing that it was a drunk, the man in the lead still whispered a few words. After all, there was no need to make trouble at this time. They understood that they had a task now, and this was not the Am Empire. As sailors on the Immortal Princess, their identities were not much better than ordinary merchant ship sailors.

Of course, this is not timid and afraid of things, but Jessever, as the captain of the Immortal Princess, always reminds these sailors whenever they get off the ship, and never tire of giving them a certain degree of self-control and not to angrily do it when they see a provocation.

If something really happens, even if he understands it, and the princess does not understand it, it will not be able to control it.

If you win the fight, you will not cause any trouble, so you will naturally be happy. But if you lose, you will still cause trouble, such as delaying your schedule, it will not be a simple problem that can be solved by just a few days of cultivation.

Instead, he was fired and removed from the fleet list.

This is something that most sailors on the Immortal Princess are unwilling to accept. After all, these days, I want to find a safer income with drought and floods, and the treatment and accommodation conditions are all first-class sailors.

"No, this brother, we really didn't laugh. Maybe you've read it wrong."

The leader of the sailor naturally stood up and stepped forward to resolve the war.

But the drunk man was not as foolish as he thought.

"You're talking nonsense. I just saw you laughing, and I was laughing at me!"

"Am I ugly?"

The big man stepped forward. Even though the strong smell of alcohol was two meters away, it was still insufficient to cover it. It can be seen that the big man drank so much.

"No, they can all prove that we didn't laugh at all just now."

He stressed again.

But the drunk man was no longer fundamental. As he listened, his face was already scary, his face became even more terrifying, his anger surged, and his face was red. He suffused the air with his palm-sized hand.

He was furious.

"You are so stinky. I just saw you laughing at me just now, but now I question you but dare not admit it, you coward!"

As he said that, the drunk man fisted over, and the rest of the tavern had already left the seat with familiarity and prepared to run outside the door.

This is not a single order, because after the battle, the tavern owner will share all the losses onto the two groups of people.

This is why sometimes, in the dock area, someone can drink a glass of rum from morning to night.

After all, if you want to have a free drink, you basically have to wait for a battle to get what you want.

"Hurry, go and notify the captain."

Seeing that the situation could no longer be controlled, the man withstood the pressure brought by the shark tattooed man, while taking time to yell with other sailor companions who were standing stupidly.

At the same time, among the lights of the dock area under the storm, the hustle and bustle of this tavern is not an isolated case. At almost all moments, a large or small battle appears in the tavern.

Jessif was closing his eyes and shaking the red wine he brought from the imperial capital Ratvia. His two slender and powerful legs overlapped and raised, leisurely savoring the wine with the flavor of Gazi in front of him.

The whistling sound of lightning and the wind and waves kept coming from outside the window, like listening to a grand symphony.

“What a wonderful night.”

At the age of forty, he had already passed the stage of going to the tavern to have fun. What he prefers now is his leisure time alone. If he could pour a glass of treasured red wine, it would be wonderful.

And that's what it is now, Jessever was in a good mood at this moment.

However, this mood was quickly broken by the knock on the door outside the door, accompanied by the thunderstorm.

"who?"

He asked alertly.

At this time, the brass scimitar hanging on the handle of the chair was touched by his hand.

"It's my captain!"

The person who came was panting.

"Cillion and the others were beaten up by the drunkard!"

He quickly told Jessive the cause and effect in extremely brief words.

Jessever said half annoyed.

"Didn't I tell them not to cause trouble? Damn, these little bastards, I should hang them on the mast and let them experience what the Wrath of the Storm is."

Suddenly, the red wine that was almost awake in his hand was no longer fragrant, and he was not in the mood to drink it, so he could only put it down, and then stood up and said.

"Wait for me! I'll get off the boat with you right away."

The captain needs a lot of preparations to get off the boat. In addition to clothes and the keys on his body cannot be brought to land. It is said that this will bring bad luck to the ship.

Therefore, every time Jessever gets off the boat, he must hide the keys.

As for the fight between his crew members in the dock area, he would not worry that his crew members would suffer, but that Karan Hill, the owner of the Immortal Princess, would take his anger on him because of this.

When you go to the scene and deal with the problem, you will be a blessing of peace.

In this way, even if Karan Hill wants to pick on his faults, he can only talk about it from his subordinates, not the captain.

This is also the reason why he was able to sail for the Royal Fleet of the Am Empire for more than ten years - be cautious and not be cautious!

"Huh~"

The boat was covered with a raincoat and the hood was worn on the boat. The sailor standing next to him whispered.

"Take me over!"

"I want to see how little do you care about what I say!"

Jessive was angry at this moment, and cursed the slightest matter about the sailors along the way. If His Royal Highness's trip was delayed, they would all have to kick into the sea to feed the fishman!

However, just after Jessive left in the wind and rain and wind, his glass of wine that was still standing on the desk was now held by a pale hand exposed in the shadow, picked it up, and took a sip.

The man made a terrifying sound. The sound was a bit strange, just like a strange change caused by a worn bellows plus metal.

"It's really good, so you can start!"

"Embraise Chaos!"

He whispered softly.

Just now, he had already secretly seen the place where Jessever had hidden the keys, including the arrangement of magical objects, so he kept it in mind. Soon, according to the speed of the visitor, it was just a matter of time.

And tonight, there is plenty of time, so he doesn't have to worry about the captain coming back halfway. After all, the mess he left him one by one...

He covered his hood with half of it, revealing only the mouth and chin under his nose, and he sneered.

"It's really simple. Just pour this into it and everything should be over!"

The person came to see the bulging egg-mounted creatures in the dimensional bag that gathered together and trembled from time to time, thinking.

But just as he was planning to get the water tank key on the ship and pour the prepared Slatoon eggs into it.

A mysterious word rang in my ears.

This made him, who was already quite alert, react immediately, rolled away and left the place without even rushing to get the key.

But just as he was about to escape into the shadow, in the dark, a burst of strong light directly made him sneak into the shadow and failed, and his originally translucent figure suddenly returned to its original state.

"It's you!"

He looked up at the girl who suddenly broke in front of the door, and shouted angrily. When he met the owner of the ship, the princess of the Ammon Empire, he saw the girl beside her when he met the shadow of his previous follower servant.

However, the visitor did not show any anger, but instead muttered with something he couldn't understand.

Compared to this, he cared more about the gaze in front. What was she disappointed?

He stared at the girl in a wide robe in front of him, and stopped talking, but suddenly accelerated and rushed up.
To be continued...