The empty flask slipped from his hand and rolled to the other end of the yard, Bam Chris smiled wryly and got up to pick up the flask, but caught a glimpse of a few mushrooms growing in a cracked floor tile, there were many spots on the pale white umbrella, and under the umbrella were blood-red meridians, Bam Chris picked one and sniffed it, delicacies, he thought, or deadly poison, he noticed that there were seven mushrooms in total, maybe the gods were trying to deliver some news to him, he pulled these mushrooms, dragged a hanging glove and wrapped them carefully, and then stuffed them into his pocket, The toss made him dizzy, so he had to go back to the stone chair, roll up and close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the bedroom, sunk in the soft feather mattress, and a blonde girl was shaking his shoulders.

"My lord," she said, "you should take a bath, and the steward will wait for you to have dinner in an hour." ”

Bam Chris leaned back on his pillow and held his head in his hands, "Am I dreaming, or are you really speaking the lingua franca?" ”

"Yes, my lord, I was sold here to please the Pirate King Hisso." She was young and beautiful, with a slender figure and blue eyes.

"You're definitely doing a good job, I need a drink." Bamkris secretly thought in his heart, it turned out that this was the territory of the pirate king Hisso, and among those pirate kings, the pirate king Hisso's name was one of the best.

The girl poured him a cup, "The Pirate King Hissot asked me to carry your back and warm your bed, my name"

"It has nothing to do with me. Do you know where prostitutes go? ”

She blushed, "Prostitutes sell themselves for money. ”

"Or for the jewelry, for the pretty clothes, if not the castle. But where will they go? ”

The girl was puzzled by the question. "Is this a riddle, my lord? I'm not good at guessing. Can you tell me the answer? ”

No, he thought, I hate riddles myself, "I'm not going to tell you anything, and better you too." "The only thing that interests me is between your legs, he almost blurted out, and the words came to his lips, but somehow they didn't come out, and to tell the truth, I must have been very sick, or I was already dead to think of it.

"Did you just say take a bath? Take me with you, we can't keep the great steward waiting. ”

In the shower, the girl rubbed his feet, wiped his back, combed his hair, applied some sweet-smelling ointment to his calves to ease the pain, and then dressed him in a pair of dark purple pants with a musty smell and a blue goose down blouse trimmed with gold trim.

"Do you need me after dinner?" She asked as she tied his shoes.

"No, I'm not interested in women right now." Bamkris replied that he didn't seem to be able to lift the spirit.

To his dismay, the girl completely misunderstood his disappointment, "If adults like boys, I'll arrange one for you." ”

"I think I've changed my mind." He told her. "Wait for me in bed. Don't wear clothes if you will. I think I'm going to be so drunk that I can't take off your clothes, close my mouth, open my legs, and we'll have a great time. He deliberately glanced at her in a daze, hoping to see a look of fear, but all he got was a look of extreme disgust.

"Do you moan when you're fucked?" He asked the bed partner.

"If it can make adults happy."

The steward was leaning back in a soft chair, munching on the peppers and pearl onions in the wooden bowl, his eyebrows were covered with beads of sweat, and a pair of pig's eyes flashed on his fat face, and when he waved his hands, he saw a pile of jewels beating, including agate, jade, black jade, jasper, opal, ruby, sapphire, amethyst, and a black pearl and a green pearl, and his ring was enough for the nobleman to live for several years, Bamkris thought to himself, but it was only necessary to obtain the pig-killing knife.

"Come and sit down, sir." The steward beckoned him over.

Bam Chris sat down in a chair.

"You're still satisfied with the girl I sent you, aren't you?" The steward asked.

"If I need a woman, I'll bring it up."

"If she doesn't satisfy you..."

"She did what she had to do."

"Hopefully, she's been trained, and there's an art of love they've created, and Hirso is very happy with her."

"I'm a noble knight, haven't you heard of it?" Bam Criss smirked and took a sip of his drink. "I don't want any leftovers from the Pirate King."

"As you wish, let's have dinner." The steward clapped his hands, and the attendants immediately got busy.

First up is a soup of crab and monkfish, and a cold soup of eggs and lime nuts. Then came quail with honey, lamb loin, foie gras soaked in wine, carrots with cream, and a suckling pig, all of which made Bamcris so hungry that out of politeness he forced himself to taste a spoonful of cold soup, and he couldn't control his appetite after taking a bite, and the cooks were probably old and fat, but they did a great job, and he had never eaten so much at a court banquet or a family banquet.

As he nibbled on a quail, he asked the steward what was happening, and the fat man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Lord Bamkrist, when you are defeated, you will no longer be a nobleman, but a wanted criminal, but in the world of the Pirate King, you are not a wanted criminal, maybe you can be our partner?" "The suckling pig was cut, and the steward took a piece, dipped it in some plum sauce, and ate it with his hands.

"Partner? Or is it a tool? Bamkris said as he picked up a piece of foie gras with his knife and said that no proud nobleman would be willing to become a pirate, he thought to himself, unless he was completely at the end of his rope.

"That's right." The steward also agreed, "But this world is a big net, and it affects the whole situation, and no one dares to act rashly, and then have some wine?" The steward shoved a chili pepper into his mouth. No, eat some more. He clapped his hands.

With applause, a servant with a covered plate walked in. He placed the plate in front of Bamkris, and the steward leaned over from the table and lifted the lid.

"Mushrooms." He announced, and the fragrance permeated. "Garlic is added, soaked in butter. I'm telling you, it's delicious, eat one, my friend, and you'll want two. ”

Bam Chris had already brought a piece of fat mushroom to his mouth, but something in his tone made him stop suddenly. "Taste it first, sir." He sells plates to his hosts.

"No, no." The steward pushed the mushroom back. For a moment, the fat man seemed to have turned into a naughty child. "You please, I insist. It's made by the chef just for you. ”

"Was that her idea?" He remembered the cook, with flour on her hands and a dark blue texture on her heavy breasts. "She's so kind, but... No. Bam Criss easily tossed the mushroom into the buttery soup.

"You're amazing." The steward smiled through his forked yellow beard. The oil applied to it every morning makes it look golden. "Are you afraid? I've heard you're not that kind of person. ”

"In the kingdom, it is considered a heinous crime to poison a guest at a dinner party."

"It's the same in the mean." The steward stretched out his hand and took his glass. This is true even when a guest is about to end his or her own life. Why so, the host should satisfy his guests, shouldn't he? He swallowed a large gulp.

Bam Criss stared at the plate in front of him, the smell of butter and garlic making his mouth water, even if he knew what they were, he still kind of wanted to eat them, he didn't have the courage to stick a cold steel sword into his belly, but it didn't seem difficult to take a bite of mushrooms. The thought frightened him even more. "You're mistaken about me," he heard himself.

"Really? If you want to drown in wine, just say it, and you can do it right away, and pouring yourself to death cup by cup is a waste of wine and time. ”

"You misread me." Bam Criss said it again, a little louder. Under the light, those mushrooms look black and alluring. "I wasn't going to die, I assure you, I still have" His voice became hesitant, what else could I have? A life to live? Things to do? To raise children, to govern fiefdoms, to love women? Unfinished business?

"You have nothing." The steward helped him finish, "But we can change it." He picked up a mushroom from the butter and chewed it vigorously. It's delicious. ”

"These mushrooms are not poisonous." Bam Criss was annoyed.

"No, why should I harm you?" The steward chewed on the other. "We have to give a little bit of trust to each other. Come on, eat. He clapped his hands again. We still have things to do, our good adults, and we must keep him strong. ”

The servants ate pigeons, herring, and almond milk steaded veal patties, cream-cooked herring, sugar-mixed onions, stinky cheese, plates of snails and offal, and he ate some pigeons, herring, and a few sweet onions, and every time he finished drinking, he was filled with a waiter, and he did not expect that the pirate king Hisso's food here was no less than that of the nobles.

"Good sir, you've got a lot of wine."

"Running away is a boring thing, it makes people thirsty."

The fat man's eyes sparkled like jewels in his hands. "Some say that the defeat of the Chris family is a good start."

"They'd better not let my brother hear it, or they'll find out that they've had one less tongue amputated," Bamkris said, breaking a loaf of bread in half. "And when it comes to my family, you'd better be careful, take care of things, whether you're a loser or not, I'm still a noble knight."

This seemed to give the steward pleasure to the poor, and he patted his fat thigh and said, "You noble knights are like that, embroidering a beast on a piece of silk, and in a moment you are all lions, dragons, or eagles, and I can take you to a real dragon, and will you share a cage with them?" ”

Bamkris also had to admit that no one dared to be in the same cage as the dragon.

"Good." He gave in, "Even the king of Dubrovnik has been slain by dragons. ”

"It's strange that you should mention the king of Dubrovnik." The steward ate a snail and said. "The Queen Mother has promised that as long as someone can bring the head of the Chris family, no matter how humble his background is, he can be named a small lord."

That's all Bam Criss could have thought. "If you're going to ask her to make good on her promise, let her spread her legs for you, and my best in exchange for her best is a fair deal."

"I'd rather have the same weight of gold as me." He laughed out loud, and Bam Criss was worried that he would burst into laughter.

"I'll give you gold," said Bamkris, relieved to see that he wouldn't drown in a pile of undigested eel meat and haggis.

"Exactly." The steward covered his mouth and burped widely, "But do you think the royal family will let you go?" Of course, if it weren't for any of them trying to save you, you'd probably be in a prison in Dubrovnik by now. ”

"That means I'm still valuable." "But who is this man?" Can you tell me? ”

"Do you have any other reason to know about this person? Maybe you'd better not know. ”

"Just curious." Bamkris rubbed his nose and said, "It seems that the Dubrovnik royal family is not monolithic. ”

The attendant filled each of them bowls of black strawberries soaked in sweet cream, and the steward smiled and said, "What one king does will be completely overturned by another, my good lord." The steward leaned over with his hands on the table. It all depends on who the king will be in the end. ”

"But the king won't be any pirate." Bamkris said bluntly.

"Does that make a difference? If the king can't bring peace, justice, faith... Soon there will also be no food, and when people are hungry and tired of fear, they will look for a savior. ”

"Maybe they will, but they won't go to any pirates!"

"But being a pirate king isn't necessarily as comfortable as being a king." The grin full of yellow teeth widened. "There may be someone stronger than King Ronnih, milder than King Rollssheehn, and more qualified to be king than others, but who could that person be?"

"Great wording." Bam Criss said unmoved, "But the words are like air, who is this bastard savior?" ”

"It could also be a dragon." The steward saw the reaction on his face and laughed. "A dragon with a mouth of flames, wielding its minions, attacks the city unstoppable, making it its lair, and if the people recognize or submit to it, it can also be the new king! So, in the end, whether or not you can be a king is just a matter of whether you have enough power and be recognized by the people, and it doesn't even matter if you are a person or not, am I right? My good lord. ”

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