Pirate Kingship

Another corner of the huge island.

A team under the banner of the Remit people was speeding through the forest.

Relying on Sister Teresa's tea divination, they seized a favorable position in advance.

They landed on the island only slightly later than the Barbary pirates. Although the team was large with nearly two hundred people, their progress was faster than the former.

At this time, the bushes and trees blocking their way separated to both sides by themselves, leaving a smooth road, and they would return to their original state when they passed.

The adventure team walked in the jungle, but it seemed like walking on flat ground.

The leader was a third-level knight, Marin Bishop, who held a [Second-level Holy Relic·Universe Travel Notes] in his hand.

As the world's first travel note around the continent, this book has the power to break all obstacles and allow the holder to travel unimpeded.

Opening roads when encountering mountains and building bridges when encountering water is a travel secret treasure that any traveler and adventurer dreams of.

It may be hard to say about the character of the Remit people, but they are indeed not only rich, but also have a long heritage. It is not uncommon for them to take out one or two treasures.

They marched all the way to a river flowing with milk before they stopped to rest for the first time.

A second-level [treasure hunter] in the team who was supposed to be a scout did not go on the mission.

Instead, he held his animal companion, a valuable Cavalier King Charles spaniel, and sat alone at the edge of the camp, feeling sad.

"Woof woof. Awoo ~"

The slender hound huddled in the arms of his owner and whimpered softly, but it was seen that it had only three of its originally intact limbs, and one of its right front legs was broken at the elbow.

Although the wound has been healed under the treatment, the hound's mental state is still very depressed, and it is obvious that the previous experience has left it with a huge psychological shadow.

The treasure hunter felt distressed and wanted to cry, and murmured with regret:

"I didn't know that even a dog had to pay for a ticket to go to the island. I'm sorry for you, little Charlie."

It turned out that he was indeed the vanguard of the exploration at the beginning.

But when he met the gold-eating ants, although he knew that the ticket was two gold coins, he did not realize that any creature with feet on the ground would count.

By the time he reacted, the front legs of the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel had been easily bitten off by the gold-eating ants.

If it were not for the quick response and timely rescue of the nun who accepted the banker's investment and agreed to escort the team, even the dog's bones would have been cold.

At this time, a slender, white, but warm palm fell on the hound's head.

The holy light flashed in the palm, gently stroking its neck, and its emotions gradually stabilized.

The treasure hunter looked up and saw that it was the merciful nun who came to his side.

He could not help but say gratefully:

"Sister, thank you, you are such a good person.

I have no wife and children, little Charlie is my only relative. After returning, please allow me to donate half of my property to the Cathedral of Our Lady of Mercy."

Theresa's face was calm, and she handed a stick wrapped in kraft paper to him.

"You're welcome. The clergyman should protect his lamb on behalf of the Lord.

I have seen too many disabled warriors and know how severe a challenge this is for their future life/dog life, both physically and mentally.

Here, this is the gift I prepared for you. I hope you can cheer up again."

The treasure hunter was moved to tears. He reached out to take the "gift" and asked subconsciously while unpacking it:

"Excuse me, what is this?"

Theresa, who had already taken two steps, waved her hand casually, with a casual and generous manner of doing good deeds without leaving a name:

"It's not a precious thing.

It's just that when I was doing the amputation surgery on it, I made the amputated dog leg into a specimen.

In the future, when you play with it, you can throw this leg out and let the dog take it back.

This way, even if your dog only has three legs left, it can still have fun with its fourth leg. Isn't this a good idea?"

The hunter who was still unpacking the brown paper couldn't help but stiffen: I.

Even the dog in his arms didn't dare to whimper anymore.

A complex emotion that the dog had never experienced in his entire life emerged on his long dog face.

He subconsciously burrowed into his master's arms, trying his best to get farther and farther away from the overly "kind" nun.

At the same time, there was a river of milk flowing at the edge of the temporary camp.

The river water seemed to have sugar added to it, exuding a sweet and tempting smell that was hard to resist.

In particular, there was a beautiful girl bathing in milk in this milk river.

The milk flowed through her smooth skin, which was whiter than milk, and the water droplets flowed down her undulating body.

It seemed to make the milk flowing in the river even sweeter and more tempting.

A pair of charming eyes, like a hook, instantly hooked a heroic man who came to the shore and was about to milk.

Clang!

The bucket in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

The man subconsciously raised his feet and walked towards the Milk River step by step. He covered his pounding heart and recited a poem affectionately:

"Ah, beautiful person, you are the sun in my heart!

In my eyes, the light of your sun will always be embedded, and there will be no darkness in my life from now on.

In the center of my heart, the light of your sun will always be embedded, sharing the same cold and heat, and you are unique in the world."

This third-level [Doppler Swordsman] Hermann Schwartz has never spoken human language, but this time he used poetry in a courtship scene, and there was no sense of violation.

The beauty bathing in the river seemed to be particularly generous. With a smile on her face, she warmly took his hand and asked him to step into the river.

Her soft, boneless hands gently caressed his chest, which was as strong as an iron tower.

Her sweet lips connected with him passionately, and her hands moved flexibly, taking off his clothes one by one.

However, for every fairy tale told to children, there is a high probability that there is an original dark version.

This story of the kingdom of Siralafoya is obviously no exception.

This place is full of food, wine, treasures, and of course beauties.

It’s just that this beauty needs to be marked with a big quotation mark.

At the bottom of the Milk River with zero visibility, the lower body of the "Beauty" was elongated like a pillar of flesh, stretching for five or six meters until it reached the mouth of a giant clam at the bottom of the river.

The pale clam shell looks like bone, and the pitted surface looks like it was made of many human bones.

And the so-called beauty is just a bait on the tip of its tongue, which is no different from the lantern fish's glowing lantern.

This weird and special racial characteristic allows it to easily block the spiritual observation of a third-level transcendent.

Mr. Hermann, who came from the Empire, was obviously an experienced flower gardener. He kissed the beauty passionately on the mouth, and his hands naturally slipped into the water.

Want to get closer.

Just by reaching out and touching it, I immediately noticed something was wrong.

'No! Nothing! ’

Shocked, when he wanted to let go, he found that his tongue had been sucked by the other party.

The skin in contact with each other is also stuck by a layer of viscous liquid.

A powerful force suddenly came from the bottom of the river, and it was about to drag his whole body into the water.

Under the shock, what came out of his throat was still vague poetry:

"We long for our precious freedom and are determined to fight for it!"

His hands shook.

Snap!

His muscles rose and his clothes exploded on the spot, and all the clothes on his body were instantly blown to pieces.

The dense tattoos on his body were revealed, and upon closer inspection, they seemed to contain hundreds of poems.

And this is the reason why he never speaks human words.

[Second-class holy relic: Sword St. John the Great and the original manuscript of the poems of Liechtenstein Nava]:

"Johannes Liechtenstein was a two-handed sword master in the Holy Silver Empire, and he was a sword master who created a huge swordsmanship school.

‘Johannes Swordsmanship’ is an invincible swordsman in the world.

The sword master wrote what he had learned throughout his life into hundreds of obscure poems, which is the "Original Manuscript of the Poems of Johannes Liechtenstein".

It’s just that the poem manuscript is not a physical object but a tattoo.

After being recognized as a holy relic, it covered the whole body of the Doppler swordsman on its own, known as: a walking poem.

Effect:

Learning swordsmanship every day will get twice the result with half the effort while carrying it.

During the duel, you must reveal the poem on your body completely and shout out the poem for using the sword move. This skill will increase the critical hit by 100%!

The price is that when carrying this object, any communication statements can only be expressed in the form of poetry or riddles.

If you tell the story directly, your mouth will disappear for a week. "

At the same time, the 185 cm long two-handed sword [Horse Leg Collector] on his waist had fallen into Herman's hands.

Shouted the cut inscription of the two-handed sword:

"The horses mourn together!"

Amidst the high-pitched neighing of the horses, a wave of air exploded on the sword blade, sending the "beauty" flying suddenly.

He continued to recite poetry:

"Be able to fight well and use your spear to cut. You can use your skills with moderation to defeat the enemy and achieve great results!"

The corresponding tattoos on his body quietly lit up.

He was like a ferocious dragon entering the river. He dived naked into the milk river. The milk pillars exploded and sprayed everywhere, mixed with the plaintive screams of the river oyster.

A parrot flew by the river and landed on a branch:

"Fresh bread grows on the birch and willow trees in this country, and milk flows in the river. When the bread falls into the river, it becomes milk bread, which is the favorite food of children and women."

The macaw's mouth described another scene of the Kingdom of Siralafoya.

However, the "women" here seem to like to eat not only milk bread that fell into the river, but also people who fell into the river!

After reading the fairy tale, it used its two broad wings to cover its eyes, but then quietly glanced at the "fierce battle" scene in the river:

"Macho men, beauties, milk, shrill wails, my creator, is this something that Mr. Thomas can watch without paying?

I thought I finally met a like-minded and artistic elegant poet this time, but I didn’t expect

It was awful, worse than Mr. Andrew's moldy captain's hat next door.

I'd better find the next one. "