Reborn As a Pirate

Lakes and mountains, purgatory on earth.

Walking out of the sewer, the four of Lorraine came to a remote lakeside on the edge of the fortress.

Lorraine has never paid attention to the fact that the little San Carlos has such a place similar to a private pier, without width or depth, only a small piece cut out by the irregular wall of the commander's mansion, and the daily prosperous lakeside The pier is completely separated.

Moored on the pier are a few small fishing boats with a single vertical sail, no more than five meters long, probably reserved for nobles who can use secret passages to escape.

At this moment, the whole city of San Carlos was in panic. The militia barracks and the smoke column at the head of the Water Gate tower reflected each other in the distance. The drumbeats of the British army's march could not be heard outside the city, and Torresias was still tirelessly lobbying Lorraine. .

Mr. Drake, I wonder if you are satisfied with my sincerity?

Your frankness breaks my heart, Mr. Baron. Lorraine bowed to Torresias sincerely.

In any case, he provided Lorraine with the most perfect passage to leave the bunker, without spending a single bit of thought, and without encountering an enemy. Lorraine was able to walk so comfortably, and all the credit must be credited to him alone.

He accepted Lorraine's thanks with a straight chest, and then said arrogantly: Then the proposal I gave you in the sewer...

I've been thinking about your actions all the way.

Lorraine stood up straight, listening to the bewildered chaos and shouts in the city, and looked at the big lake and the few fishing boats floating quietly on the water with unfocused eyes.

If you say that you already knew that Great Britain was conspiring against San Carlos, this is undoubtedly a high opinion of you, and it is also disrespectful to myself.

Our operations are very secretive. The large army is quietly hiding in the rainforest, and I have sneaked into the fortress without asking for anyone's assistance. In this case, even if you are in San Carlos, there is no source of intelligence to support you in advance. Know my purpose.

Similarly, I guess you don't know that Mala commissioned me to blow up the militia arsenal.

This matter is not visible, Mara will not let too many people know, and even his real plan has been hidden from me.

Do you remember Murray, the commander of the civilian army under your command? He is actually a spy buried by the captain of the fleet. Originally, according to Mara's plan, today's operation should be carried out by him, and it will probably only create a small , A controllable explosion, of course, the purpose is to make you feel ashamed, and my dead body will appear at the explosion site, as the poor scapegoat.

Lorraine waved his hand disdainfully: Come back to business, you probably have no way of knowing that I will appear in the bunker, and you will not wait for me there. The most likely reason is that you entered the bunker because of Blackbeard's attack on the Watergate Tower. She took refuge, but accidentally became my prisoner.

Torresias listened quietly to Lorraine's analysis, and nodded indifferently when he heard the conclusion: Your analysis is well-founded, and the conclusion is completely correct.

Lorraine begins his second phase of analysis.

Accidentally captured, your first thought is of course to protect yourself.

I'm a vicious gangster. I have a huge plan to enter the bunker. Normally, the possibility of you surviving is very small. You have to show your worth to save your life, including driving away the guards and creating a good environment for me to arrange organs. , time and space, and selling this secret passage, so that I can bring you out alive without any risk.

Bringing you out is good for you and me. For me, naturally, I don't have to bear the notoriety of killing a nobleman, and it won't affect the trade between the Chamber of Commerce and Spain. For you, it is safe to leave the explosion range. After all, , is still seeking to survive.”

Until you get out of the secret passage and enter the sewer, and all the factors that threaten your life are gone, then you have the energy to start taking stock of the resources in your hands, trying to seek something higher than living, such as freedom, or even merit.

There's terror in San Carlos. I tell you it's Blackbeard the pirate. You'd prefer to be British.

The British ravaged the fort. They attacked Marat, who panicked and abandoned his duties. They attacked Watergate, and Colonel Oviedo died on the spot.

Only you, the terrorist attack also found you, the rock-solid Gospel of St. Tongue and Grenada's strong deterrence, still successfully drove the enemy away.

You will become the hero of Spain, the savior of San Carlos. The damage to the thousands of guns and the fortress bunker is not worth mentioning before these achievements. Look, is my analysis correct?

Torresias laughed happily: Wonderful analysis, Mr. Drake, you almost guessed all my plans.

But you seem to have overlooked something, Mr. Baron. Lorraine spread his hands to express his gratitude, and reminded softly, I am just a mercenary, if my contract is only until the fall of San Carlos, how can you guarantee your plan? My interests?

This is the part you didn't guess. Torresias was full of confidence, Even if I am free, I still plan to give you the research materials of the Fountain of Youth, and maybe a few hundred octagonal gold coins as a gift , to help you reward the hard work and dedication of the warriors under your command these days.

Lorraine raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: Even if I set you free, you still plan to give me the information on the Fountain of Youth?

Just copies, but you have to advertise that you took them all.

Lorraine suddenly realized: So you planned to let me attract the attention of Blackbeard.

That's the Fountain of Youth! For this rare object, of course you need to take some small risks.

After saying this sentence, Torresias tidied up his clothes calmly, like a general who was about to accept surrender, and asked the oil painter to record his most heroic appearance when he took over the opponent's commanding sword.

He looked at Lorraine, obviously looking up, but his eyes couldn't hide the condescending arrogance.

Everything is ready, Mr. Drake. You already know it all, and I see your wit.

This talent will become the cornerstone of our cooperation. You should know that the British occupation of San Carlos is futile. You cannot stop Grenada's powerful counterattack. In this case, why not let peace do justice for us?

Lorraine nodded in agreement.

You are right, Mr. Baron. Peace is the key to our stability in San Carlos. If the Grenada army appears on the lake, we will have to abandon this fortress. So... Barto, knock him out.

Well?

Torresias still looked at Lorraine like that, the declaration of the winner in his eyes never dissipated, because he didn't understand what Lorraine meant at all.

But Barto understood.

The strong sailor walked up to Torresias with a smirk, his only intact hand pointing to a knife, looking for the best strike position.

Torresias interpreted this gesture as a final blackmail.

Mr. Drake, be sensible. I won't give any more. We are all civilized people. You should know that I don't need to give any more.

Of course I know this. Lorraine smiled, It's just that our thinking in pursuit of peace is a little different. The way you see is the British withdrawal, but I see something else.

The two noblemen from Grenada came here for the change of term. They are only separated by the small Nicaragua Lake. They will definitely not lead the army. As long as we catch them, although it is still impossible for us to capture the heavily fortified Grenada, it is impossible for the leaderless Grenada to be defeated again. Send troops to counterattack the lost ground, at least until the new governor arrives, San Carlos does not need to face the Spanish artillery.

It's peace too.

Torresias' eyes widened in disbelief: You don't have a boat! It's impossible to capture our governor on the lake with those small assault boats, you don't have...

Snapped!

Barto finally found the right position, and a hand knife hit Torresias on the side of the neck.

Torresias fell softly into Barto's arms. Barto held him and asked Lorraine curiously: Captain, what shall we do next?

Grenada has two fifth-tier ships, and the governor and admiral should come on one of them. Only the San Carlos is not safe to capture this ship. Lorraine touched his chin, and his eyes returned to the lake On the small fishing boat moored, Torresias is a high-quality prop for the next step. To be safe, we need more things like this.

txt download address:

phone-reading: