Pirate Throne of Salt

Roswad Saint's eyes were shining with excitement that he had never experienced before.

Gently, very carefully, very cautiously, Roswald Saint, a middle-aged Draco, used a fork to gently dig out a small piece of the cake that looked like a work of art, with a pilgrim-like expression on his face. I stuffed this small piece of cake into my mouth with great anticipation.

"meet!!!!!!"

Then, as if he had lost all his strength, Roswader Saint raised his head and leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes blank, his pupils staring blankly at the ceiling, and his mouth had forgotten to chew.

"What is this one?"

At this time, the only thought in his mind was, is this thing in his mouth really a cake? It's so strange, why? Why did he feel like he was flying up in an instant, forgetting everything, whether it was worries or sorrows?very strange!How to describe it?How to describe such a delicious thing? How could it be possible? How could there be such a cake in the world?Rosewald Saint looked a little tearful. What is this? Why does this dessert make me feel nostalgic? If this is dessert, then what did I eat at Mariejoia before? It's shit. ?It must be shit, right?

It's like listening to music, a wonderful concert, chocolate, cake, cream, perfect fusion, wonderful taste, just the right amount of sweetness and the aroma of cream, it's like your mouth is singing!Indescribable feeling.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Roswad Saint sat up suddenly, his bubble helmet shook violently, breathing heavily, and looked at the plate of cakes as if he were looking at some savage beast.

"A small plate of cake can actually make me lose my temper to such an extent. It's not easy!"

"God's majesty was stopped by cake! Damn it!!!"

Roswad Saint picked up the fork again, with a smile that was sure to win: "But I am not a person who gives in easily! How can I be conquered by a mere piece of cake!"

"meet!!!"

"It's so fragrant!"

Roswad Saint stood on his seat with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Haha, my lord, we have prepared better food for you in the house." Barsad said with a smile.

"Cough cough,"

Roswad Saint coughed twice, his expression was very serious, he crossed his hands to support his chin, and his eyes were a little solemn: "Don't get me wrong, I am not a dessert person, I just want to try the chef's craft."

Barsad and the guards around the Celestial Dragons on the side all had expressionless faces. They didn't take Roswad Saint's quibbles seriously at all, and of course they didn't dare to take them seriously.

But at this moment, Roswad Saint did not enter the villa immediately, but returned to his seat again.

Barsad asked doubtfully: "Sir, are these foods not to your taste?"

"Are you not satisfied with the chocolate cake this time? It doesn't matter. Although desserts are not my best at cooking, I can still make a lot of pastries. There will always be one that suits your taste!"

Roswad Saint's pupils shrank, as if he had encountered some extremely difficult problem.

At this time, Roswader Saint felt that he had definitely not come here in vain this time. He had just found a treasure. How could there be a chef who understood him so well and he met him? This was simply not too great. He was happy. After returning to Mariejoia, he must go to those friends to show off again.

"Okay, take me in quickly, I can't wait."

"Crack!"

Bassad opened the door to the villa, and a variety of dishes were placed on the table. The tempting aroma came out the moment the door was opened.

Roswad Saint walked into the villa drooling, and the guards behind him also slowly entered the villa.

At this time, Barsad secretly took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, and then followed.

"Hahahahahahaha, great, this is great, Barsad, you are the best chef in the world!!!!"

Roswad Saint held a chicken leg covered in oil in his hand and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The chicken leg entered Roswad Saint's mouth through the bubble mask, and he immediately showed an expression of happiness and satisfaction. .

"Sir, since you like it, then stay here forever..."

"Hahahahahaha, okay, okay, okay."

Rozwald Saint, who was surrounded by delicious food, could not understand what Barsad said. After he said three words "good" in a row, a pipe outside the villa began to slowly transport unknown food into the villa. gas.

……

The naval force at the port was now sorting out the Tianlong people's exclusive ships, and the navy in the entire port was gathered together to form formations.

"Rear Admiral Forsythe, all sailors have been gathered, please give instructions!!!"

The bearded man with the rank of lieutenant colonel gave a military salute to Major General Vosyce and loudly reported the report.

"Navy G3 branch listens to the order! The mission is currently released, the first team! In groups of six, we will separately investigate dangerous people and possible risky areas on this island, and mark them!"

"Second Team! Immediately catch up with the Celestial Dragons and provide real-time protection."

"Cheer up, everyone. This time, if something happens to the Tianlong people, we! We are all finished!"

"Yes!"

Following Rear Admiral Forsythe's order, pairs of naval soldiers gave a military salute to Forsythe and then headed towards their respective missions.

"I'll go follow the Tianlong people first, and you organize their work."

Vosyce turned to the bearded man and said.

"Go ahead, I'll watch over here."

"it is good."

……

Inside the villa, a pipe along the exhaust fan has been injecting colorless and odorless gas into the house, but no one in the whole house noticed it.

"thump!"

A CP0 member wearing a white suit suddenly fainted and fell to the ground, startling Roswader Saint who was eating.

"Scared me!"

Rozwald Saint stepped forward and stepped directly on the face of the fallen man.

"Mad! Untouchable! Trash!"

"Come on, throw this trash out for me!!!"

The almost follower slowly lifted the fallen man up, and then carried the man out like a dead dog.

But once they left, they never came back.

Barsad looked at the rosy-faced Roswad Saint, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

With his eyes slightly closed, Barsad suddenly held two kitchen knives in his hands: "Father, look at it, God is about to fall."