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"You want me to help you get that Orange League trophy?" Xiao Mao stroked his chin and was silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice, "To be honest, things might be a little tricky."

Gui Si and Ghost Stone, who were just looking at him silly and happy, instantly changed their expressions of crying or not, and looked at him pitifully and with infinite sincerity: "Uh oh~"

Xiaomao was embarrassed for a while, and could only explain his words to them: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but it's really difficult to handle—to tell you the truth, Mr. Kimura, who was sent by the alliance to escort the trophy this time, is in the organization. ..."

He pondered for a moment, thinking that elves might not be able to understand human-specific names like directors, so he temporarily changed his words: "A very powerful person, sending him to do escort work, it is obvious that the alliance attaches great importance to this trophy. "

In fact, Kimura came here mainly for the so-called secret mission in his mouth, but Xiaomao couldn't say that, if he really wanted to help him find a way to get the trophy, it would be thankless.

Chaomeng clearly sneered, Xiaomao raised his eyelids and glanced at it, not paying attention to its yin and yang strange tone, but said: "If you are willing to help, everything will be much easier."

"Why should I help? The Rockets created me to compete with the rarest pixie dream in the legend, to subdue all kinds of pixies, not to be a pixie goodwill ambassador, wandering around doing good things." Chaomeng ignored the eager gazes of Ghost Stone and Ghost Si, and spoke expressionlessly.

Xiaomao blinked and muttered: "Is this really the case? Why do I think they created you to let you run behind my ass?"

As soon as this sentence was said, he was hit on the head. Chaomeng stared at him sideways, and said coldly: "Don't waste your time, this kind of stupid aggressive method is useless to me."

If it's really useless, why do you aim at my head.Xiao Mao gave a wry smile, and shrugged his shoulders at the two ghost-type elves opposite him: "I'm sorry, I really can't do anything..."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly froze for a moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he hooked his fingers at them: "Actually, there is no way, you control the ship to attack the iron ship where Mucun is, and if you continue with your thinking, you may miss it." You can still succeed if you hit by mistake—come here with your ears, and I will tell you how to do it..."

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"Damn it, you bastards!" Kimura yelled angrily at the full crew, "I said to steer the ship out of the thick fog, why didn't it work after two hours?!"

Although it was said that the ship was full of crew, there were actually not many people left. Seeing that something was wrong, more than half of the crew had already jumped into the sea to escape and left the deck.

Those who remained were scolded a little bit aggrieved, the first officer explained: "Sir, it's not that we don't work hard, but the wooden boat next to it is really weird, it seems that the thick fog spreads from it, and it follows closely Looking at us, how can we escape from the dense fog?"

"Are you still ashamed to say that a serious iron ship with modern driving facilities is not worth a dilapidated wooden ship?" Kimura refused to accept such an answer and roared angrily.

The first mate hesitated for a moment before saying: "This is exactly what we want to tell you. How could it be so wicked to collide with such a wooden boat that is obviously not able to sail, but still has such a powerful driving force? The ship looks as dilapidated as it was hundreds of years ago..."

Those who live at sea are the most taboo of such evil things. The first officer took a peek at Kimura's extremely ugly face, swallowed his saliva and said, "Is there something unclean on board?"

Thinking of the secret mission he accepted from the alliance, Kimura howled like a cat that stepped on its tail, "What nonsense are you talking about! There is only the championship trophy of the Orange Alliance 300 years ago on board! There is nothing else!"

Liar, at four or five o'clock, before dawn, you led a group of people to sneak around and stuffed something into the cabin, when so many of us are deaf or blind?The first officer lowered his head to be scolded obediently.

He could bear it, but others couldn't. For a while, there was a lot of scolding on the deck, and several crew members jumped into the sea angrily, planning to swim and leave here, not to give their lives to Kimura.

Kimura opened his mouth and closed it again, watching them leave with cold eyes, without saying anything to stop them.

The first mate walked to the railing, watched his companion jump down like a dumpling, and hesitated whether he should give up as well.At this moment, a big hole suddenly appeared on the top of the ghost ship next to it.

A fire-breathing dragon crashed out of the hole, flew far away, and flapped its wings desperately to stabilize its figure. It didn't stop at all, and hurried to catch the thrown object that followed its buttocks.

Kimura squinted his eyes for a while, only to realize that the object was the researcher Oki who he had sent out, and he beckoned him down: "Xiao Mao, what did you do, it took two or three hours to search the cabin ?”

There were fine beads of sweat on Xiaomao's forehead, and he leaned over and whispered: "It seems that there is a special power in it, which makes me go back and forth between several cabins, or the little elf I carried later found out that something was wrong. , gave me a hint."

Kimura's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked: "Why, have you found the reason why the boat is so evil?"

"I found it, they must be playing tricks—" Xiaomao nodded firmly, and cleared his throat under Kimura's eager gaze, "It's Ghost and Ghost Stone, these two elves of the ghost system."

After hearing this, Kimura breathed a sigh of relief: "Since it's an elf, not some kind of ghost, then things should be much simpler—you just fought with them?"

Xiao Mao smiled wryly, bowed his head and remained silent.

It seems that the loss may be miserable, and Kimura knew it at a glance. Now that he is close to people who have betrayed relatives and have no use at hand, only Xiaomao can still come in handy, so he didn't stop talking, nodded and said: " If it is true that the ship is hundreds of years old as the crew said, then those ghost-type elves should also be hundreds of years old, so they are naturally strong and powerful, so it’s okay if you can’t beat them.”

Although the stuff stuffed in the cabin needs to be kept extremely confidential, it is not something that hurts the heavens and reason. My own fleet will actually have something to do with a ghost ship. It is not that Kimura has his own ideas: "Is that the champion The disaster caused by the trophy?"

He has a stinky mouth, speaks coldly and hard, and doesn't know how to adapt, but he is also one of the best figures in the league. Naturally, he is not stupid, so he can easily think of the connection: "I heard people say that this trophy was originally from the bottom of the sea. It was taken from a shipwreck—maybe it was owned by the owner of those two ghost-type elves?"

Xiaomao obviously hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in agreement: "Yes! Yes, what you said is absolutely right—to tell you the truth, when I was on the ghost ship just now, the two little elves didn't immediately get up Fighting with me, on the contrary, they made gestures and kept making noises, as if they wanted to communicate with me."

After a slight pause, he did not forget to add: "It's a pity that I and all the elves I carried couldn't understand what they meant. This may have annoyed them, and then they fought—I was still wondering Why, it turns out that there is such a possibility, once you say it, everything will be explained."

"Then my guess is likely to be true." Kimura's face was slightly smug, but he restrained himself immediately, and said seriously, "Xiao Mao, do you think we should return the league trophy to them?"

The alliance trophy is really not that important, but it is related to the face of the alliance, and it is also related to his face. If there is a way, Kimura really doesn't want to give it to him. If he doesn't let it go, he won't be able to complete the mission without handing over the trophy, and he has nothing to do. Of course, an alliance trophy is not as important as his secret mission.

Of course Xiaomao would not pay attention to such things, and lowered his head slightly: "I just obeyed your dispatch and came here to help. I don't have a deep understanding of the importance of trophies, and it's hard to make a decision. It's just that the situation is very serious now. Obviously, if the trophy is not handed over, the opponent will hit this side a few more times, and the ship will sink."

Kimura sighed deeply, walked inside and left for three or four minutes, and then came out holding a glittering golden trophy: "Xiao Mao, I have no use for the elf, I may trouble you to go to the ghost again." Take a walk on the boat and give this trophy to the two elves, tell them that we humans have no intention of offending, please don't attack this boat again."

When Kimura spoke, his expression was a little cold, and the strange light in his eyes was flickering. Xiaomao glanced at it, and took the trophy pretending not to know: "Okay, I understand, I will complete the task immediately."

He rode on the crystal rock snake to the ghost ship, handed the trophy to the two elves who had been waiting there, and solemnly warned: "After taking the trophy, steer the boat and leave here quickly, it is best to sail out of the Orange Islands I feel that Kimura is very unwilling to sink and continue your deep sleep, and it seems likely that he will leave and order someone to come back to salvage it."