brother wolf

I looked at the golden retriever, he was lying on the bed eating and drinking, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, and he didn't see the explosive news just suddenly thrown over him at all.

I don't know if being able to transform back into a lion is still very important to a golden retriever who has gradually become accustomed to the human appearance.

I didn't see the slightest bit of depression or sadness in his golden eyes, his eyes were clear and devoid of any emotion, even in the seemingly happy eating and drinking.

I think the Golden Retriever may realize that from now on, he will be out of the category of beast forever, and from now on, he can only live as a human being.

This was a huge shock to him.

His life was faced with a tornado that swept past. There were no tiles left on the ground, and everything was destroyed. He needed to rebuild a new cornerstone and goal, instead of being able to leave at any time after completing his mission. status.

Just as I was trying to digest the explosive news that Golden Retriever suddenly threw over, two people came in from the door, Leonard and Storm.

Feng Feng is a handsome man in his 30s, with dark complexion, strong limbs, eyes as deep and bright as the sea, a black belt tied on his head, and a cross-shaped old wound on his left face. He was born to eat the sea. The kind of person who eats a bowl of rice.

This man is one of the allies we are looking for on this expedition, the uncrowned king of pirates.

This is a serious three-way meeting, discussing perhaps the future fate of the entire Rus Empire.

Golden Retriever is looking for allies from land to sea. He and his boss are determined to destroy the Ross Empire, and they will spare no effort for this goal.

They started a secret conversation, nothing more than all kinds of bargaining.

Storm is obviously not the type of pirate with a simple mind and well-developed limbs. He is very calm, even to the point of ruthlessness, and he is very concerned about whether there is an equal sign or a less than sign between giving and receiving.

For him, the civil strife in the Ross Empire is already great news. He can take this opportunity to run across the entire inland sea. No force will be his opponent, not even the remaining Ross fleet or the Tyrian Merchant Alliance.

However, since he was sitting on the opposite side of the negotiating table, it meant that there was something he wanted in the conditions put forward by Golden Retriever.

For this ambitious storm, he wanted a sphere of influence that belonged exclusively to him and established his own pirate empire.

For the Golden Retriever, it's like lions dividing their respective spheres of influence on the grassland. He won't give an inch to the territory he needs, but for other places, you can do whatever you like, so in the end, it is Leonard, representing Tire, and Storm were at each other's throats—these two were the real tit-for-tat.

The final agreement can be said to be a compromise between the two parties. Perhaps Leonard of Tyre made a slightly larger step. The Tyre Merchant Alliance he represented must provide protection fees to the storm in exchange for free passage on the inner sea. Of course, the protection fee he paid also means that he will be protected by the pirates under the storm. The storm promised to cleanse the small group of pirates in the inner sea and escort their merchant ships.

Negotiations did not last long.

The Golden Retriever put the conditions there, it depends on whether you accept it or not, and the storm has already made a plan, just waiting for them to nod and agree, only Leonard, who is not a businessman, raises objections over and over again on those details and discusses , perfected the terms, and finally, they signed their names on that thin piece of paper.

We returned to Mitras Island.

The island is still busy, a busy scene, and the chaos of the Ross Empire has not affected it at all—maybe it makes this place more full of vigor and vitality.

The golden retriever took a piece of paper to the doctor and asked him to complete all the medicines on it. I gave him this list. I need the medicine for transformation. The bottle of medicine Ignatius left for me has been lost in the on the ocean.

These herbs are very rare, and some are even unheard of. They may be herbs that only existed in the age of magic. Under the vicissitudes of life, they have long been extinct. However, we still cannot give up our only little hope.

My luck is good, the merchants in Tyre can really deliver anything in this world to you—as long as you pay enough money.

The golden retriever and I walked on the pier, watching those who used to be pirates turn into sailors, boatmen, and porters. They looked quite well-behaved, and they didn't have the ferocity of pirates at all.

But when you turn to the streets, the pirates who got drunk in taverns and whorehouses are the real picture of their life.

Like all people who live on the tip of a knife, pirates are used to living one day at a time, and seeking pleasure at all costs. They can squander the money they bought back with their lives without any care.

It's as if their purpose in life is to eat and drink up the loot as quickly as possible before jumping on board to find new prey.

They are often dressed in fine clothes, with precious gem rings on their hands, visiting taverns and brothels in groups, and this is their destination on land.

I watched the golden retriever hang out among them, watching him go from tavern to tavern and any other place that could serve alcohol. His drinking capacity made the pirates look sideways.

He hung shoulder to shoulder with the pirates, strolled along the road like good brothers, and lay down on the ground casually when he passed out drunk.

I followed him, watched him closely, and when I tried to rob him, I showed my fangs and threatened those pirates who were not afraid of death. In most cases, these robbers would give up angrily, and sometimes , I need to use some violent means to make them sober.

This day I finally got the bottle of potion, after drinking it, and enduring the inevitable burst of pain, I finally changed back to the appearance of a human being.

Putting on the clothes next to me, putting on the black cloak, and putting my hands in the sleeves, I found the golden retriever along the familiar street.

He was drunk and was yelling in the tavern, banging the table with the pirates and yelling for another dance from the flamboyant dancer standing on the table with jingle-dangs on her white ankles Every step has a unique rhythm.

Probably because my attire was incompatible with this tavern, my appearance caused the whole tavern to fall into a brief silence, and the pirates looked at me maliciously.

One of them jumped up and pointed a small dagger at me. "Wrong place? Young man."

I am a little disgusted, the whole room is filled with a dark and damp atmosphere, mixed with the smell of alcohol, urine, powder, and sweat, which is enough to make a person who is used to a normal environment dizzy for an instant.

I looked at the reckless pirate in front of me calmly, looked at his provocative look, and then looked at the golden retriever who was holding a wine glass and pouring a sip of wine into his mouth.

He threw the cup to the ground, walked over, grabbed the pirate by the back collar, pointed at me and said, "He—is my man, you—get lost!"

The tone was very aggressive, these pirates who wanted to find trouble for nothing were ready to move, and a scuffle inevitably began.

I watched the bottles of wine flying in the air, the dancers screaming and hiding behind the pillars, and the drunks quickly turned the whole pub into a dump.

I reached out and grabbed the golden retriever who was still beating a pirate desperately. This pirate was no longer the one who provoked me just now.

He looked up, and he called in a tone of surprise, "Seles."

I looked at him helplessly, "Go back, have you had enough trouble?"

The golden retriever shook, "Okay, let's go back, hey, Seles, I think it's pretty good to be a person now, why the hell do I keep thinking about those days on the grassland, what's so good about being a beast You can’t even control your own destiny.” He followed me out while muttering.

And I kept echoing his words.

Walking to the street, the surrounding taverns are noisy, but there are few pedestrians on the street.

The golden retriever became quiet, and when we were about to reach the residence, the golden retriever took my arm and looked at the sky, "Hey, Seles, can I not see the sky in the grassland anymore?"

I thought for a moment, "I think so."

He laughed, "Then, will you stay here?"

I don't think I can answer this question, so I have to keep silent.

He smiled again, and finally said, "Actually, it's pretty much the same everywhere."

Obviously smiling, but for some reason, I feel a little sad.