"As I have said many times before, the sea is a great asset to a nation and a nation, and the greatest advantage of a coastal country over a landlocked country is that. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn addition to access to table salt, the benefits that fisheries and maritime trade can bring are staggering. In addition, the sea is unknown and mysterious, but it also fully satisfies some people's curiosity and adventure. - "Quotations of the God of War: Sea Power"

In one year, the average score in the history subject was 2 points lower than in previous years, and the reason for this was that there was a multiple-choice question: "The longest-serving position of the 'God of War' Saugland Luce is: A, Commander of the Third Army, B, Prime Minister, C, Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, and D, Traveling Chancellor." As a result, the person who chose the correct answer D counted it on two hands. The Proposition Director of the Ministry of Education concluded that this was purely a technical accident caused by the development of the textbook. In layman's terms, it is because of the brief description of Sogrede's experience during his fifteen years as a traveling justice, due to the brief description of his experience in the official historical sources, the secondary school textbooks can only simplify the content, so that the students feel that his tenure should be the shortest.

That aside, Saugland's experiences between 349 and 364 in the continental Gregorian calendar are indeed vague in the formal historical material. Even though he often appears in some folk tales, no one can tell which parts of these stories are true and which parts are fictional, let alone determine the exact time. Jamie Yello once said: "One of the distinctive and unique features of the folk tales and fairy tales of Falency is that the fairies and gods who were originally responsible for saving the protagonist from danger have been replaced by Saugland Julius." As long as there is a scene of the god of war in the story, it can at least be judged that this version appeared at least after the middle of the 4th century of the mainland Gregorian calendar. ”

At that time, May 3, 352 in the continental Gregorian calendar, Mastar, Rolbuna.

It's almost a well-known secret that the Iswana pirates were all wired and jointed points in the port. Successive Admirals of Mastar have also tried to find out the exact location of the pirates' various strongholds through this clue, but most of these attempts have failed. After suffering a few initial losses, the pirates switched to a single line of irregular contact, and most of these informants were middlemen, not affiliated with the pirates. If these people sell their employers once, they will soon be unable to gain a foothold on the road, and the government will not be willing to provide adequate protection. As a result, the pirates have a de facto overwhelming advantage on this intelligence front.

Hook had come ashore for that purpose, but he had taken Draco with him, and the child was still very young, only fifteen years old. On the one hand, it is necessary to let him follow his own experience, on the other hand, it is more conducive to hiding people's eyes and ears with a fresh face, and the two people dressed as father and son also complement each other.

The two of them arrive at a bar in the downtown area of the Red Light District, and the name of the bar is "West Wind". Of course, in addition to alcohol, this kind of place also sells some other things, such as intelligence and women.

"Welcome." After pushing the door open, they were greeted by a scantily clad and flamboyantly dressed woman.

"Hehe, is this the first time this little brother has come to such a place?" Draco's embarrassment clearly came from herself, and the woman who found this felt a little proud.

"Yes, yes......" Draco replied with difficulty.

"Alright, this lady, I have asked a 'cloth merchant' to come here to discuss business." As we mentioned before, the code language on the underworld is a word quoted from the mainland official language, just as the "cloth merchant" in this sentence refers to the informant.

"I see, please come with me." The woman turned around as she spoke, leading the two up to the second floor.

Hook dragged a somewhat dazed Draco up, and as he walked up the stairs, he glanced down at the noisy tavern below. The hall was filled with the cacophony of human beings, and boldly dressed waitresses and vulgar customers laughed at each other. However, Hook sensed a hint of inappropriateness in this normal picture of the city, and he hoped that he was just overthinking, and his alertness increased a little.

"Come in, please, your guests will be here in a moment." The woman opened a room door for them.

"I'm sorry for you." Hook closed the door.

This room was clearly not a normal inn room, as the decoration was too glamorous and vulgar, which made Draco feel very embarrassed. The young boy sat nervously at the table, his hands and feet shrunk, not daring to look in the direction of the bed. Of course, it wasn't the first time Hook had come to such a place, he was just a little impatient, and the feeling just now triggered his anxiety at the moment.

"Heh, Draco, what are you nervous about, I thought you were sophisticated when you first cut someone last week." Hook felt that he couldn't be so agitated, so he sat down and joked with the young boy.

"Captain, I think it's ...... here"

"Started thinking about women?"

"No, it's just ......"

"Ha, there's nothing to be shy about, are you that age? If things go well, it's not impossible for me to take you to see it in the evening. ”

Just as Draco was a little embarrassed, there was a knock at the door. Hook listened carefully, and there was nothing wrong with the rhythm, it was the one he was waiting for.

"Who!" Hook opened his throat and asked in the Continental Mandarin.

"I'm a salt merchant."

"But I'm waiting for the cloth merchant."

"The cloth is soaked in seawater, and it happens to be a salt trade."

"Then it has to be dried to sell."

"I'm waiting for a nice day."

There was silence for a moment before Hook said in Mastar, "Please come in." ”

Pushing the door in, was a thin old man, whose hair and beard were already a little gray.

"Hello, Captain."

"Hello, Mochi."

"What's the matter with asking me over this time?"

"I'll ask you about some deals. Draco. Draco nodded knowingly and stepped out to pick up the wind.

The boy hadn't been standing outside the door for long, but the style of the shop made him feel a little uncomfortable. To pass the time, he softly hummed the old, eerie songs that pirates often sang. Just as he was humming the phrase "Gentle Township will send you back to the West", a man staggered up to the second floor with a prostitute in his arms and walked in his direction. The man seemed a little drunk, and the woman seemed to be enthusiastic about him.

Draco shifted backwards in disgust to avoid being bumped into by them. But the man seemed to be deliberately unable to get along with him, and the more he hid back, the more the other party fell towards him.

"Boy, you're not alert enough." Draco suddenly heard something like this.

With a "bang", Draco felt himself be slammed, his back hitting the doorknob and then hitting the ground hard.

The two men in the room immediately stood up, and Hook reached for his waist. However, when he looked at the intruder for a second, he immediately became surprised.

"How did you get here?" The pirate captain asked.

"Since I can find you, doesn't that mean something?" The man said with a smile.

"Oh, damn it, Mochi! You've broken the rules! Hook's expression immediately became hideous, and he stared at the skinny man.

"No, not what you think, Captain!" Mochi hurriedly argued, and he unconsciously stepped back.

"Wait, Captain, get out of trouble." The man let go of the prostitute in his arms and reached out and grabbed Mochi's shoulder. At this time, the sound of military boots was already heard from downstairs, even if it was mixed with the screams of women and the sound of broken pottery.

The sheriff in Rholbuna received a piece of information yesterday that the big boss of the Tiger Shark would be meeting his informant at the Zephyr bar today, and the time was scheduled for the morning. The sheriff immediately sent the information to the Naval Command. However, the source of this news is really impossible to verify, it appeared too suddenly. This makes it impossible for the Naval High Command to judge its reliability, and therefore cannot rule out the possibility that it is just a trick or a decoy. Even so, the Navy sent a regular army centurion to cooperate with the sheriff in raiding the bar.

The sheriff rushed into the fireworks land with heavily armed soldiers, like a herd of wild horses rushing into a chicken shed, and the place was blown to the ground.

"Are all the people here?" The sheriff asked.

"There are some guests upstairs." A bartender-looking man came out and replied.

"You take people to watch this place and all the exits, and we'll go up." The sheriff commanded the centurion.

After that, the sheriff led some people up to the 2nd floor. There were only five rooms on the entire second floor, and the soldiers quickly searched the other four. Then only the last room remained, and the sheriff motioned for the group to approach the room in silence.

"If the people inside don't open the door, you know what to do, right?" The sheriff whispered.

"We get it!" One of the chiefs nodded in response.

So, the sheriff straightened up and knocked on the door. At this time, there was a sudden high-pitched moaning of a woman inside, which made the people outside the door startled at first, and then they all covered their mouths and laughed a little hurriedly. About ten seconds after the sound stopped, the door was opened from the inside. The door was opened by a purple-eyed young man, his shirt freshly draped and unbuttoned, revealing his solid chest.

Seeing this, the sheriff straightened up again, and he felt that this man was probably a noble child.

"What's the matter, sir?" The other party asked lazily.

"That's right, we've received information that one of the key criminals is afraid to be hiding here." The sheriff said humbly.

"Criminals?" The man sneered, "Do you think I look like the criminal you're looking for?" ”

"No, no, of course you can't."

"So, is that criminal a woman?"

"No, of course it's a man."

"Well, I'm afraid I don't have the person you're looking for here, but you can come in and search, I won't mind someone like you who enforces the law impartially on official duty." The man said the last sentence in a deliberately emphatic tone. This made the sheriff feel a little pressure.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, come in." The man said and pulled the sheriff into the room.

The sheriff was caught off guard, and he stumbled into the room, and when he looked up, he saw a half-naked woman lying on the bed.

"How's it going, did you find anything?"

"No, there's nothing suspicious, I'm really sorry." The sheriff actually only glanced at it slightly, and he was now more worried about what kind of adverse impact he would have on his career in the future if he offended a powerful nobleman.

"In that case, I can't help you more."

"Where, where." The sheriff just wants to get out of this awkward situation as soon as possible.

"By the way," the man called out to the departing sheriff, "if your Excellency can forget to see me here, I think I will also forget some of the unpleasant experiences that befell me in Rölbner." Man, many things will be thrown out of the sky as soon as you turn around, you say? ”

"That's what you say, that's what you say." The sheriff was even more convinced that he had inadvertently stumbled into the affair of a gentleman looking for flowers and asking willows.

It seems that this is just a baseless rumor, and I tossed around for a long time, almost bringing trouble to myself. Cursing in his heart, the sheriff ordered the soldiers to clean up and evacuate the bar in a hurry.

Lifting the curtains from the window and watching the soldiers all leave, the man breathed softly. He smiled and said to the woman on the bed, "You did a good job. The woman leaned over to him flatteringly, holding her pillow, but he gently refused.

"Alright, you can come out." As soon as the words fell, the three people rolled out from under the bed and in the closet.

"You pretend to be a nobleman." The woman said.

"Because he was originally a nobleman among nobles." Hook said with a smile. Everyone must have guessed that the man was Thorgrande.

"Alright, you guys interrogate this Mr. Mochi as soon as possible, and then we'll change places." Thorgrande smiled and turned his head away, "As for you, miss, thank you for your help, I won't forget your good." ”

"As long as you remember to come to me later."

"How do you say that, oh, by the way, 'sister loves pretty, bustard loves money', it makes so sense." Hook said, waking up Mochi, who had been tied up and knocked unconscious.

As soon as he woke up, Mo Qi saw that he was still in their hands, and hurriedly said, "Captain, things are not like that!" ”

"So what the hell is going on?" Hook's smiling face is not kind no matter how you look at it.

"I, I can't say." Mochi hung his head.

"Oh, now that you think about your work ethic, I thought it was eaten by a dog."

"We don't have time to waste on him." The man reminded.

"Alright then, follow our old rules at sea." Hook said, lifting Mochi and pressing his right hand to the table. He then drew the dagger he had carried with him and slammed it between Mochi's fingers.

"I ask you a question, and you give me a truthful answer, and if you don't answer or lie once, I'll cut off one of your fingers. Well, so you have 10 chances, oh no, 20 chances, and your toes, which is pretty generous. ”

"He's a pirate, this kind of thing has always been done when he says it, you are on the way, you should understand." Thorgrande found a chair and sat down, helping him aside. The woman on the bed took the opportunity to wrap herself up like a water snake.

"First question, who told you to leak the news?"

"I can't say...... Ahh

"Moqi, you're doubting my resolve, next time it's official." Hook pulled the dagger out of the back of his hand.

"First Question ......"

"It's Stitane!" Mo Qi hurriedly replied.

"Ha, a strong contender, captain, it's not a small trouble." Sogrend commented.

"The second question, what exactly is their plan?"

"I can't...... Ahh

"Don't test my patience, Mochi!"

"All I know is that they want you to be caught and hanged by the Navy, or they have arranged for a killer to kill you, and I know so much. Really, let me go. ”

"Okay, last question, where is their stronghold in Rolbuna?"

"I don't know, I really don't know...... Ahh "37 Harbor Avenue, what I said is true......"

Hook knocked the guy unconscious and put away his dagger.

"Don't you have to kill him?" Draco asked, a little eager to try.

"He can't gain a foothold on the road anymore, I'm afraid this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing, the enemy will find him soon, don't work for us." Hook turned to Sogrend and said, "What are your plans next, I don't think you're going to come here to save me once out of righteousness, tell me what you can do." ”

"Well, I'll talk when I've settled the matter on the shore for you."

"In that case, you'll have to be big enough." Hook laughed.

"You don't have to worry about it." Sogrend replied.