[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Rosd County has a superior environment and is close to the ocean. The large seaport occupies almost one-tenth of its land. In addition to convenient and prosperous commerce, it also has the country's leading farmland, good terrain and climate, abundant rain and Rich land, everything is just right.

It's a good place for almost everyone, including sailors.

People who depend on the port naturally have their own way of survival. There is an invisible relationship similar to the food chain here. Labor and slaves are the cheapest bottom class, and those with a slightly higher status are probably seafarers.

These people who have been drifting on the ocean all year round have to get used to the precarious life. Among them, there are very few people who can save money. After most seafarers arrive on land, what they must accomplish is squandering.

This is a huge sea ship flying the flag of Niaterbo. The laborers have finished loading the cargo. After nearly a month of rest, the sea ship is about to set sail again.

As the sun set, the sailors who were looking for fun returned to the ship one after another. A group of burly men walked onto the deck shoulder to shoulder. Shouting in a carnival style, but in the end it was the thinnest man who got the right to speak.

"The girls here are really exciting, and they won't lose to the women in Nordnor!" He loudly passed on his experience, "You can touch it with a few coins, don't just look at the face, you have to pick the one that feels good , the older ones are not good, those younger ones are jerky and self-willed..."

As night falls, on the deck illuminated by the setting sun, boos, cheers, and quarrels... one after another, it was very lively.

"What a group of energetic lads..."

The captain stood in front of the bridge, chewing tobacco, and vaguely asked the skinny boy beside him: "Why, Drake, you would rather sleep in the cabin than join them, is it because you look down on people?"

The boy who was questioned was sitting on the side of the boat not far away. This position was several meters away from the water surface. Falling into the water at this height would easily injure him, even for adults.

But the boy had no such worries. He sat steadily, as if balance was something he was born with.

"No such thing, Captain." The boy replied without turning his head, looking at the horizon where the sea meets the sky. Uninteresting games, maybe good food has its merits, but nothing more than the best food a port can offer."

The captain spat, showing his black and yellow teeth, and laughed: "What a hairless little monkey...you think these things are meaningless? I won't go to heaven without them."

The boy turned his head and glanced at the captain. At this time, he finally showed his face under the sunset. It was black eyes and hair without impurities, pale skin, and delicate facial features. At first glance, people would not be able to tell him apart. gender.

It stands to reason that such a boy would easily die miserably and unexplainably on this ship, but this boy has lived well for two years, and he has never suffered at the hands of those adults since he boarded the ship at the age of six. .

It's obviously just a little furry kid, and I don't know how it grew up like this...

The captain looked at the boy's dark eyes and thought, no wonder he has nicknames like "Water Monster".

Women are not allowed on long voyage ships, which makes the sailors try their best to find substitutes. The little water monster is a good target, but all the guys who beat him will die inexplicably in the end, and the standard of death is the same. The culprit knew well, but he just couldn't find evidence.

This time more times, no one would dare to trouble this kid.

The captain looked up at the national flag with the griffin and the coat of arms above his head, and took some more tobacco from his pocket.

It is indeed one of the good seedlings that "Junying" values...

"Hey, Captain." The little water ghost suddenly asked, "Is the country's 'glorious start' because of 'challenging maritime supremacy'?"

The captain's hand holding the tobacco trembled slightly: "...huh?"

Little Water Ghost: "So, what is 'Dawn of Industry'?"

captain:"……"

The captain cursed: "What disgusting things are you talking about, how the hell do I know."

The boy tilted his head: "But you are the most literate person on this ship."

The captain planned to try rolling cigarettes this time, so he took out a newspaper, changed a pack of tobacco, and said perfunctorily while rolling: "So what, what I have learned are all serious things, not the sour and smelly things that nobles like. , You read this from which bitch's asshole, forget about them quickly."

The boy stopped asking. He was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the sea to himself.

The setting sun dyed it with magnificent and dazzling golden lines, rippling slightly under the blowing of the sea breeze.

The captain took a puff of his cigarette and smacked his mouth a few times. He glanced at the back of the boy's head, and said kindly, "Hey, Drake, the black pearl you caught last time is I bought it for a good price, and I heard that it was taken away by an incredible nobleman, how do you spend the money you got?"

The boy said succinctly: "Save it."

The captain finally understood the meaning of these words, and was so frightened that he forgot to smoke, so he choked himself half to death: "... grass?!"

"That's the money you worked so hard to get—your flesh and blood almost soaked that black pearl!"

The boy's voice still maintained that calmness: "Yes, so I saved it."

captain:"……"

Captain: "Stupid donkey, if I were you I'd trade myself to a good place with a future instead of staying on this ship."

This time the boy didn't say anything anymore, he was still looking at the distant sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The captain muttered to himself, staring at the boy's back with envy and envy, even he would be jealous of the money, if he got that extraordinary black pearl...

He had already changed to the Junying's ship, to be the real overlord of the sea, instead of playing the down-and-out pirate from time to time on this old broken ship.

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After night fell, Miao Xuan finally followed the queen to the royal family's estate in Rosedshire.

As in memory, this manor covers a very large area, and the main building has a scale similar to that of a fortress. In addition to the garden, the manor also includes a horse farm, a farm, a winery, and a lake where you can go boating and swimming. 7K 妏敩

Perhaps in order to abide by the tradition, there are almost no "modern" layouts in the manor. There are few equipment products or the shadow of steam engines, and all labor is done by servants and maids.

Miao Xuan has always maintained the maid mimicry of the puppet. Apart from strangers, he does not want to scare the Queen. Although his puppet was reported to the Queen, so far even the Queen has not seen its real appearance.

Before the puppet can't control itself, Miao Xuan will not let ordinary people see it... This is probably the last self-knowledge of a stubborn old father.

This world is a brand new experience for Miao Xuan. In addition to the technological society rooted in the steam engine, there is also a wonderful combination of various skills and talents. Most importantly, the modeling of the assassin hero Pang Tong is brand new. .

This is a modeling that Miao Xuan has never been in contact with. Even the weapons used are quite eclectic. Things like silk threads are difficult to use alone. It requires the cooperation of the environment and a premeditated layout.

Coupled with more complicated puppets - manipulating puppets to fight is completely different from participating in battles by oneself. The experience accumulated on the body in the past is all useless in this world, and only the combat literacy can still take effect as usual.

Miao Xuan looked at his legs under the thick blanket.

In this world, it's better for him not to participate in the battle. His weaknesses are too obvious, and he will be killed or captured easily.

Do you want to set up a nest like a spider... Hey, this sounds too useless.

And he is an assassin, how could an assassin be restrained?

Miao Xuan moved his eyes to his puppet, and this big fake maid was squatting obediently by the table, looking at him with her head tilted, her eyes were like a mirror.

The material used to make the eyes is a huge black pearl. When Miao Xuan received it, he felt that it was quite fierce, as if there was a bloody smell that could not go away.

However, Miao Xuan really had no better substitutes, and the puppet was indeed a weapon, so he split the pearl to make eyes.

At this moment, the doorbell of Miao Xuan's room rang, and he quickly took over the control of the puppet, and asked the maid-like puppet to open the door.

The person who came was Caitlin, the maid next to the queen. She used to be the queen's most trusted lady, but since Miao Xuan suffered unexpected disasters, the queen began to subconsciously distance herself from her.

—— Caitlin Parcival is the biological mother of Miao Xuan's little friend.

"Mrs. Parcival." The puppet maid whispered, "His Highness is resting, what's the matter?"

The noble lady bowed slightly to the maid, without showing any arrogance because of the maid's face, she said softly, "These are private letters to His Royal Highness—the Queen asked me to deliver them."

"Thank you." The maid took the copper plate, thanked her and closed the door.

Outside the closed gate, the noble lady bowed again, then lifted her skirt and left gracefully.

The copper tray containing the letters was sent to Miao Xuan, and he simply flipped through the stack of envelopes. Except for the letters from the teacher related to schoolwork, the rest basically came from noble children who were similar to his age. Xuan simply tore apart a few letters, and found that the contents were all the same, all oblique flattery and condolences...

Miao Xuan unwrapped them with little interest, and quickly turned to the end—the last letter was so thick that it could almost be regarded as a booklet, and the signature on the envelope... Ian Parcival.