87_87643 Lil quickly got tired of the broken roadside stalls known as the "Secret Treasures of the Deep Sea".

The "Broken Skull" inn is not difficult to find, because the waiters at the door are trying to clap their hands, for fear that others will not know about it, and the contents are all "fine wine", "dancing girls", "ecstasy" and "excitement", attracting sailors who are still wandering the streets to go in and spend a lot of money. When Morriel and Forty-Seven arrived at the door of the inn, Forty-Seven noticed a string of skulls of large fish hanging from the wooden pole in the doorway, which looked hideous in the light shining through the doors and windows.

The waiter didn't recommend anything to the two guests, and God knows if the young woman who looked like a mage was a hell of a feminist, and the tall samurai who looked like a bodyguard...... His face is really strange, is it a legendary spell effect?

As soon as I walked into the hotel, I was greeted by a loud noise.

Despite its name, it was more of a tavern, a casino, and a brothel, and most of the guests were rude sailors, drinking inferior wine, laughing uncontrollably, and occasionally slapping the buttocks of the hostesses who walked by, or simply gambling together, and the smell of powder, tobacco, and sweat in the salty air made Moriel frown in disgust.

Forty-seven pulled aside a drunken drunkard, who seemed to be looking for his seat, and threw him on his stomach, and then turned his gaze to the center of the inn hall, where two shirtless men were fighting in a ring surrounded by barbed wire, and the ring was full of people waving their arms and screaming, even scantily clad prostitutes.

"Don't you have a comfortable table here?" Moryl flicked a gold coin at the innkeeper who was staring warily at the two new faces, and he quickly caught it, and immediately changed his attitude.

"Follow me, pretty lady. The security guard bared a mouthful of yellow teeth. At the same time, he put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and warned the person who saw this qiē with a fierce expression.

The hotel security guard personally sent Morriel and Forty-Seven to the half-suspended second floor, which was made of sturdy wooden planks, but it seemed that he was obviously very unfamiliar with the task of entertaining guests, and he was quite embarrassed that he did not find two adjacent seats for a while.

"You're cheating!" shouted angrily from a table not far away, drawing everyone's attention to it, except for Forty-Seven, where the fight in the ring had just ended, and the victor seized on the flaw in his opponent's wild bombardment. Reversed the situation with a sudden anti-joint technique.

"You win when you play cards, you win when you gamble, bitch, I don't believe you'll be so lucky!" The loser threw a hand of cards flying around, and the long scar on his face twitched with anger: "Don't fucking try to trick me, my scar boss is not easy to mess with!"

"Hah...... It's just because you're stupid. The voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of languidness.

The brown-skinned woman sitting at the same table with three obviously drunken men leaned over her chair and put her feet in high-waisted boots on the railing on the second floor, delicately maintaining her balance. She has an extremely tall and toned figure. It is estimated that even if it is compared to forty-seven, it is not much worse, especially the slender legs wrapped in leather pants, the beautiful face is angular, and the long fiery red hair is casually draped over her shoulders, which perfectly matches her face shape and bright dark green eyes. The pointed ears made her look a little elf-like - but Moriel had never seen an elf this tall.

She raised her glass and drank the remnants of the wine inside: "Thank you for inviting me to drink, although there is still a little unfinished, but it seems that you are almost there." If you don't want to continue playing with me, then please leave, see. There are also customers looking for seats. ”

The sailor, who claimed to be the Scar Boss, was visibly enraged.

"Fuck you, you ......" He jerked to his feet and drew his dagger, but stopped halfway through his hand - a sharp sword against his throat, and he and the other two didn't even see when the red-haired woman drew the sword.

"Gentlemen. The woman still maintained that very unstable posture, but it felt as if she could jump up and attack like the most dexterous cat at any moment: "I don't have a problem if you want to get drunk and take advantage of me...... However, it is not a gentleman's style to be angry and angry. If we're so interested in force, we can go and try it in the ring. How about I bet all my money on myself to win, or do you want to keep playing?"

The three sailors flinched, for they saw a dangerous murderous aura in the eyes of the female swordswoman - they would definitely be killed if they made a fuss, and they were not complete idiots.

Scar Boss put the dagger back into his waist and beckoned his companion to leave, but after taking a few steps, he seemed to feel a little embarrassed, so he turned back and said cruelly as he walked: "Don't be so crazy, bitch, this is not the place to let you go wild......"

Before he finished speaking, he squatted on the ground with his head covered. Because I didn't look at the road. So he walked straight towards Moriel, and Forty-Seven stretched out an arm in front of him, and Scarred Old Nature slammed into the pointed arm. Fortunately, Forty-Seven just put his arm there and didn't use any force, otherwise Boss Scar would have become the boss of the rotten melon.

"Sit down, beautiful lady, oh, and you, wonderful creature. "The troublesome sailors got out of the way. Morrill and Forty-Seven naturally took their place.

"I'm not a creature. Forty-seven looked down, and a new battle began in the ring.

"Huh. It's okay if you don't admit it. The female swordsman sat upright, her gaze resting on Moriel's tattooed face: "I'm not a guy who has never seen the world. I can see in your eyes that my eyesight has always been very accurate -- my name is Chloe, do you want to play cards, or do you want to have a drink?"

"Morriel. The female mage lifted her hood, and this action made the female swordsman raise her eyebrows imperceptibly.

The result is drinking and playing at the same time.

Morrill and Chloe play a game of three cards each, which is very boring to Forty-Seven. Although there are constant substitutions in the ring, the short but fierce battles are almost one after another, the fighters fight each other, boxing, kicks, tripping and throwing are all extreme, even from the perspective of forty-seven, it is enough to be wonderful, of course, the conclusion that the fists and feet are weak cannot run. What's even more surprising is that the female swordsman Chloe can judge the winner by just a casual glance. There is no difference cuò.

There were more and more empty bottles under the table, and the two women still had no intention of stopping—one wondered if their stomachs were connected to the abyss, or if they were simply immune to alcohol.

"For a girl, you've got a lot of alcohol. Chloe flipped the cards over and lit them on the table: a pair of knights, and she had won again.

"You know

I'm also a little suspicious of you. Morriel drank it all, and in the end, their bet was that the loser would drink - most of the empty bottles were Moriel's.

Chloe smiled a little unkindly, "Don't try to detect me with magic, that's rude." ”

Moriel's face was slightly red: "If you don't find out, you can't exist...... I'll find out. Deal the cards. Lady. ”

Chloe gave up after Morrill raised the ante and drank a few drinks, and the third one began to increase each other's stakes again.

The short man in the ring struck his opponent hard, and it seemed that Chloe was right again.

"Emperor, I won. Chloe snapped her fingers.

Morrill rubbed the cards—and finally put them on the table, admitting defeat.

"I'll admit, I don't see it. "If I want to turn things around, I'll have to use spells," she said. ”

Chloe tossed the cards upside down in her hand and said to Morrill with a smile, "Just kidding...... It's just a little trick. ”

Murderous broke into the hotel. After a brief inquiry, the armed soldiers, who rushed up the stairs on both sides to the second floor, interrupted further discussion about the game.

"You've been arrested, mage. No less than twenty crossbows were pointed at Moriel and Forty-Seven, and the leading captain gripped his scimitar as if he would pull it out at any moment.

"Why?" was Chloe who asked first.

"That bastard Simon Havalian assassinated the island's Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Derek, and stole his beloved ship, the Hermit Crab—" The captain said viciously, "all those who have anything to do with him must be arrested!"

Morrill grabbed Forty-Seven's hand and motioned for him to be at ease.

"Do you suspect that we are his accomplices? She thought for a moment and stood up: "No way, I hope your cell can be clean." ”

The underground cell didn't meet Morriel's requirements, so she had to stand on the wet thatched pile that was supposed to put the prisoners to sleep.

"Miss Morel, why don't you ......" Rohr, the sea elf next door, screamed in surprise when he saw Morriel and Forty-Seven also being locked in, and it wasn't just him. All of Simon's crew were captured, some of them naked, apparently dragged out of the bed. However, the twenty-sixth and other sailors with slave status were not among them, and it seemed that slaves were slaves, and they were not even qualified to be arrested.

"Damn! I knew I shouldn't have done it with Simon!" already the sailors were already complaining: "He's a notoriously selfish devil and a bad embryo!"

The sailor who spoke spat fiercely: "He owes Mr. Derek so much money, I knew that Mr. Derek would not let him go! If we can't get out of it, we will definitely be hanged as accomplices......!

"Shut up! you useless 'know' too much!" Rohr snarled viciously, and Morrill noticed that although his skin was dry due to lack of water, he looked much better than when he first got off the ship: "It won't be so strict at all!

"Oh, Rohr. Looks like the prison has cheered you up a lot. Morriel asked through the bar, "I didn't expect to meet here, but did you hear anything that interests me?"

"The attack of the shark-man is not an accident. Rohr licked his lips: "Except for us and the Fantasy, many ships have been raided by sharks and fishmen these days, and almost no one dares to leave the port rashly......"

He paused: "Although it is too much to say...... But I heard that I wasn't the only sea elf who didn't notice the traces of the shark-like fish-man, which did reassure me in a way. Now, I have to find out what blinded my senses...... If the shark fishman has mastered what new way to hide his whereabouts. Then it will be an extremely serious threat to us sea elves. ”

"Whatever you do, wait until you get out. The second mate of the Fantasy said gloomily - he was the third mate of the Queen of Red Wine, and the previous second mate was unfortunate not to survive the encounter with the Shark Man: "But now we have to spend the night in this stinking dungeon." Damn, I bought that for a night!"

By the way, he was one of the few who were naked.

"Hmm...... What would that do with us?" Morrill continued, "I mean, we're really going to be hanged as Simon's accomplices?"

Rohr was quite surprised, and did not expect Morrill to ask: "Of course not, how is it possible? Even if it was really the captain who killed Mr. Derek and stole his ship, it had nothing to do with us, and the fool knew that he had another accomplice." We're all here. Who helped him get the boat away? You don't have to worry at all, Miss Morrier. It's normal to arrest people indiscriminately when something happens. But who is to be put to death is a completely different matter. I reckon that they will have to release us in less than two days, we are free sailors, not slaves...... You're likely to be faster, and the island bosses won't fail to consider that you're a powerful mage. ”

"Thanks, Rohr. Morriel stopped talking.

A cockroach crawled down Forty-Seven's arm to his shoulder - and was shot away. Forty-seven watched it hit the wall with a crisp "pop" sound, and after falling, it struggled a few times and turned over, and crawled away as if nothing happened.

Can't you just stop this boring game?

Morriel didn't speak, but her voice was clearly heard through Forty-Seven's sensory system, as if it was ringing directly in her head.

How did you do that? Forty-seven didn't speak, but tried to respond with the same thoughts.

Psychic connection, just a small spell. Morrill told him: I will find a way to keep this spell on you, so that when you use it, you don't know where it goes.

There's no need for that, if I find a target that needs to be eliminated, I'll kill it.

yes, that's what I'm worried about. You almost got into a fight with the man who came to capture us while you were at the hotel.

Oh, so do you think it's a good idea to stay here now?

Of course. I think there are people who want to mess things up - and you know by now, arresting us doesn't mean it's too harsh, so it probably won't be that simple if we fight back. In that case, we'll either leave or turn the whole island upside down, and we're unlikely to get any clues either way.

All right. Listen to you. Let's spend the night here...... I haven't stayed in a serious inn yet.

Just wait. Those people won't be happy to see us so honest