87_87643The Hermit Crab was moving smoothly in the morning sun, and the morning glow radiating from one of the two suns was quite soft, and there was a faint chill in the air - it had indeed come to the north.

Forty-seven really caught a ghost-faced crab, and it was still a larvae. Not happy with the way it was suddenly snatched out of the delicious sea blue-green algae, it desperately attacked the steel fingers that were poking it with its already hard, sharp pincers.

"What are you smiling at?" Forty-Seven suddenly turned his head to look at Twenty-Six, and he shuddered.

"Isn't that funny? Stick your finger out, hurry. Forty-seven held the ghost-faced crab with teeth and claws and threatened, don't look at this palm-sized strange crab can't help Forty-seven, but if an ordinary person's hand is clamped by it, it is possible to break it.

"Mr. Forty-Seven, I'm not laughing at you......" Twenty-Six stammered in explanation, but didn't stretch out his hand as Forty-Seven meant, he now knew that this terrible construct-like guest was sometimes not so literate: "I just thought of Deep Waterfall, because I was born there, so, so ......"

"Deepstreams, so you're revisiting the old place, let's hear about it. Forty-seven seemed interested in the place they were going, and threw the Grimace Crab into the sea, where it fled, flashing its strange back in the waves.

Twenty-six tilted his head and tried to recall: "Hmm...... That's a big city...... I don't remember much now, I was born a slave, and I grew up working on the docks of Deep River to run errands for my master, but I remember that there were always a lot of people there. All sorts of landlings, mages, swordsmen, warriors, rangers, thieves, barbarians, and of course other races such as elves and dwarves, and even half-orcs......"

Speaking of the orcs, Twenty-Six paused, and seemed to remember something: "But I've been out of there for almost ten years, and I've changed many ships and many masters, and I haven't had a chance to go back." I don't know what has become of Deepstream now...... But, dear Mr. Forty-Seven, it's a great place and you'll love it. ”

When the last sentence was spoken, a faint smile appeared on the thin face of Twenty-Six.

"yes, I hope you like Deep Stream and don't create ruins there. "Morriel was wearing a new robe, with no magic attached to it. Its excellent warmth function lies in the lining with fine and soft fluff, not the strange runes on the cuffs that the discerning person can tell at a glance that they are embroidered by liars: "We need to be a little more restrained, Deep Flow City is not a poor country like Rain City." It is the largest port in the north and perhaps the largest port on the entire continent......"

Forty-Seven noticed that both Twenty-Six and Moriel were a little fascinated when they mentioned Deep-Streamed, as if the word "Deep-Streamed" had some kind of magic that could make them unconsciously think, yearn for, or run away from something.

"yes, I've heard a lot of rumors about Deep Streams, too. Excellent port. Enlightened institutions, powerful commercial city-states, important trading centers - overseas curiosities. The ore of the North, the specialty of the South, everything you need......" Chloe walked over, looking ready to stop, her long fiery red hair blowing in the sea breeze. Fluttering but not too messy, she tied a new sword to her belt, and even the hilt of the steel-clad sword was shiny. However, like Moriel's robes, they are all to scare the crops and the big road goods, and both the materials and the workmanship can only be regarded as so-so: "We will be able to go ashore at noon, are we ready to visit the glorious city, friends?"

"What, can you still be a guide?" Forty-Seven moved his arm, his whole body armor rising and falling perfectly with his movements, and there was no obstacle between movements, just like skin, "Didn't we go our separate ways and go our separate ways after we got ashore?"

The female swordsman waved her hand very handsomely: "Don't be so stingy." Since we don't have much to do right now, wouldn't it be a good idea to travel together?"

Morriel rolled his eyes, skeptical. What if we go through the maelstrom together? Chloe is still a stranger of unknown origin and suspicious purpose.

Forty-seven didn't say anything more, and suddenly became a little curious about Deep Flow City in his heart. A big city? Seriously, he hasn't really seen what life is like in a big city. So he gave up fishing and other recreational activities to stand on the bow of the ship, and rode the wind and waves with the hermit crab to the destination.

Soon, he saw the coastline - and the wonders of the Northlands, the many minarets of Deepstream.

The closer you get to Deepstream, the smaller the sea seems to be. That's because of the rapid increase in the number of ships that come and go around Deepstream, from small schooners to multi-masted galleons with several decks, almost every type of ship you can think of is here - including the flat, quirky Hermit Crab, of course.

The hilly slopes of Deepstream City branch out into the sea, forming a calm, deep-water bay that is perfect for a port. The Hermit Crab sailed into this wide and calm water, and it was difficult to see the whole view of the harbor because of the dense cover, as if it were about to be connected to the sails, and only the tall buildings that stood half on top of the sails silently told the visitors about the vastness and prosperity of the Deep River City.

The Hermit Crab waited a long time to secure a dock space and dropped anchor under the guidance of the pilots. The person in charge of registering the ship on the dock looked at it for a while, and finally recognized the shape of the ship

"Isn't this the Hermit Crab? What a rarity -- didn't he have been taught a lesson by the Navy so he ran to Deep Stream City to take refuge, right? What about the captain? Who is the captain?"

Simon cautiously disembarked and walked up to the docks, lowering the brim of his hat a little, and seeing that no one was paying too much attention to him, he raised his hand to greet: "Hey, Kakarot, are you still working at ......the docks? Don't you know an old friend? I'm Simon!"

"Simon?" the ship's registrar, named Kakarot, chunchipped on tobacco and frowned as he looked at Simon and the few men who didn't look like crew members behind him. He spat a long spit into the sea, and then wiped the residue off his beard: "...... Heh, it turned out to be Simon. You've finally tricked the Hermit Crab into your hands, and you haven't seen you for a few years, and you still haven't escaped the situation of a homeless at sea. ”

There was a kind of city-like superiority in Kakarot's tone, and although Simon was an experienced captain and perhaps a skilled warrior, he was still arrogant: "I heard that you can't stay here, so you went to the Pearl Islands to eat? Deepstream isn't a place for pirates to roam...... Well, maybe I should consider quarantining you for half a month to see if there are any infectious diseases......"

"Hahaha, don't be kidding, who said that going to the Pearl Islands is a pirate land, I've always been a serious businessman, besides, aren't you also a southerner?" Simon smiled and held out his hand to take the quill pen. I wrote a few words on the notebook casually, and when I handed the pen back, a gold coin with a beautiful pattern had been stuffed into the palm of Kakarot's hand at the same time: "They are my guests, and they are definitely noble and decent people who have come to Deep Stream City by boat...... I'm looking for you for a drink in the evening, but don't shirk it!"

Kakarot snorted, no longer insisting on quarantine. His gaze lingered on the chest of the bright tall red-haired female swordsman for a moment, and then he was attracted by the full set of heavily armored samurai, the exquisite armor that he knew at a glance was a good thing. It doesn't have the bulky feeling that the usual full-body armor gives people, but it fits like it grows on the body, this kind of rookie. It is estimated that in less than three days, someone will knock off the armor and throw it into the gutter, right?

This malicious speculation of his came to an end when he saw the female mage behind the heavily armored samurai, and the strange magical tattoo on Moriel's face made his expression a little unnatural, yes...... Is it a red-robed mage? There's another red-robed mage in the city?

"Alright, Kakarot, I'll go around the city first. I'll see you later!" Simon patted the registrar on the shoulder, but Kakarot didn't even respond, just looked at Moryl. It seems to be thinking about what to say to her.

"Alright, Kakarot, I'll go to the city too, and say hello to Vegeta on my behalf!" Forty-Seven patted him on the shoulder, as if the registrar had barely screamed from being struck by a hammer, and he looked up in annoyance, only to be surprised to find that Forty-Seven's face was so uniform and dense with a strange metallic sheen that he forgot to ask who this Vegeta was—he was Iron Earth?

Everyone walked into the dock area of Deep Stream, and the bustling noise immediately came to their faces. While it may seem like the same as the docklands of Watan, where the sea breeze, fish, and the unique smell of sailors and dock workers fill all the senses of the newcomers, Morriel can sense that there is a little more freedom and prosperity - and a little more chaotic at the same time. There are about as many taverns and stalls on the streets, offering places for pleasure and small trades, or tall warehouses from which porters carry heavy loads on their backs or unload their goods from ships, and where the bodyguards in charge of the guards are vigilantly armed and ready to deal with the thieves, and the crowds are full of merchants, Sailors and all sorts of mercenaries and adventurers, but the people on the streets of the docks almost all paid more attention to Morrill and his party, not just because of Forty-Seven and his armor, but perhaps more because of the female mage.

"Well, well, though very reluctant," Simon said to Morrill insincerely, "the trip with you will be a fond memory for me in the future, but I will go to the business district now to buy some supplies, and then get out of here, so let's go our separate ways......"

"Smack!" a fat hand with three or four jewel rings slapped Simon on the shoulder with a crisp sound.

Simon shrunk his shoulders and let out a "whoops" in pain: "Who! What are you going to do?"

But when he looked back at the other party, his face suddenly turned a little pale, as if he recalled some embarrassing past experience, and his lips moved twice, but he fell into a very awkward situation because he didn't know how to phrase it.

"Semon! You're Semon! I didn't believe it when Mann came to tell me! You liar is still alive and dare to come back to Deepstreams? Why didn't all the disasters of the Stormy Ocean happen to you, so that your foul-smelling corpse could be torn to pieces by sharks, so that you could still be considered a good thing to fill their stomachs for the rest of their families! No, it won't be so cheap. The shark eats you, your black, stinky, heart, liver, and diarrhea! I'm going to pull out your intestines and put them on the ground to form the word 'compensation'! So that your discredited brain might learn to be a little smarter! A few years ago, you ran away with my goods without a trace, and it was a whole shipload of high-grade spices with no price! You know, you almost ruined my family that time! Capital, profits, plus

If it weren't for you, I would have used the money to invest in a business that I had been optimistic about at the time, and I would have made a lot of money! I would even be able to buy a big store in the business district of Deep Stream! You can't run away. By the way, there is also interest, and the moral compensation that must be paid to me for deceiving me, let me calculate...... Wait, where are you going, stop! Mann, stop him! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll break you up and sell you to the orcs, and there won't be a bone left!"

"Huh. Captain Simon, your ability to incur debts seems to be better than your seamanship, and I wonder if there are all your creditors in the bottomless abyss!" Chloe was in schadenfreude, and Morrill looked at Simon, who had been quite a gentleman a moment ago, with a bitter look on his face, but the chubby merchant was quite surprising, he was dressed in a well-dressed but modest long robe, but with tacky but valuable ornaments hanging around his neck, wrists, and even on his waist, and his two thick lips turned with a cannon-like duty and cursed Simon. Sounds even faster than Chloe's body or Moriel's instantaneous magic.

"Oh, what did I say, I had no choice but to do it at the time. And it's just ordinary spices, and it's not a boatload of ......."

Simon defended himself weakly, but was immediately drowned in the fat merchant's angry gushing: "Don't make excuses and quibbles with me, you cunning fellow. I'm not going to fool you a second time! Don't have any bad ideas, Simon, you're a businessman. To do business is to be ethical, to be honest, to do things according to the rules, to be ashamed of deniing fraud, and your handwritten contract is still in my safe, do you want me to show you?Or are you already a complete pirate in the Pearl Islands?Oh, if that's the case, Simon, I'll send you to the City Guard right now, and tomorrow you'll be hanged on the docks and let the seabirds peck out their eyes and tongues...... Don't look around, even if you add those companions behind you, I Frey won't be afraid, humans are reasonable, and Deep Stream City is ** law!"

"Oh, we have nothing to do with this guy. Chloe spread her hands and cleared up their relationship with Simon, "Goodbye, Mr. Simon, aren't you going to buy some supplies?"

"Hah, you still want to buy something, sue you, before you pay off my debts, every copper plate on your body is my land, how did you get here? You have a boat? I want to apply to the Chamber of Commerce Alliance to confiscate your ship......"

Morriel was about to walk when he found Forty-Seven looking at Frey, the fat merchant who was grabbing Simon without squinting, "Hey, what's there to see? What's wrong with you?"

"Mr. Merchant, you're fatter and more!" Fress looked up for the person he was talking to, and when he saw Forty-Seven staring at him, his eyes narrowed even wider, and Simon looked at Forty-Seven in surprise, it was the first time he had heard this fierce and terrible steel warrior call someone someone sir.

"Forty-seven, do you know him?" Moriel's question reached Ferres' ears, and the fat on his face seemed to tremble slightly, and he immediately left Simon to meet him.

"Mr. Forty-Seven, Mr. Forty-Seven! Whoever the god is, I have to thank him! I miss you so much, Mr. Forty-Seven! Hahahaha, I didn't recognize you just now, you have changed so much, so handsome! Great, I didn't expect to see you here!" Freys's face smiled like a large sunflower, and he even stretched out his fat hands and patted Forty-Seven on the shoulder, this action surprised both Simon and the other two ladies, and it was understandable that a businessman could change from a fierce god to a smiling face so quickly, but the object turned out to be Forty-Seven, and he dared to shoot him so enthusiastically, and there was nothing to do, it was really rare.

"It's only been a long time since I saw ...... Say, did you eat all the elven biscuits you brought back from the Sleeping Forest?" Forty-Seven grabbed Frey's gold necklace encrusted with large rubies, "I see you're heavier than me now!"

"Oh, don't drag it, I'll ......pick it myself," Frey took the necklace off his neck: "A high-quality ruby, it can be used as a decoration on the belt! It must be very magnificent......!

When he saw Moriel, who had a tattoo on his face that was characteristic of a red-robed mage, his gaze narrowed imperceptibly.

"Okay, don't rob people. When Frey heard Morriel's words, and that Forty-Seven had actually returned the necklace to him, his slitted eyes lit up - reading words and expressions was the basic skill of a merchant to survive.

"Oh, come on, Mr. Forty-Seven, two beautiful ladies, if you don't dislike it, please come and sit down at my house, speaking of which I am half of the Deepstreamers...... You haven't eaten yet, have you? Oh, it's afternoon, please let me entertain you, Mann, you go back first, quick, get the best ......"

Since Forty-Seven didn't mean anything against it, Morriel and Chloe certainly didn't mind having a free lunch.

"Hey, and you, don't plan to slip!" Frey didn't let go of Simon, who wanted to find a chance to slip away, facing him, Frey's face immediately changed from sunflower to glacial snow: "Come together, I won't let you go this time!