In Marseille, France, Zhao Qian was squatting quietly in the prison in Marseille Port.
He seemed to have little desire to speak.
The Marseille Port Prison is located near the Marseille Port where dragons and snakes are mixed.
It is a prison built entirely to house pirates.
It occasionally also imprisons some troublemakers in the tavern who are "protected" by the city guard.
Judging from the time he killed Woods August, a month had passed.
The protagonist of this major case that shocked the whole city of Paris and even the whole of France was not sentenced to hanging as some people were so angry.
He was exiled, stripped of the noble title that civilians could only look up to, and then transferred to the Marseilles Harbor Prison, where the division of power was still in the hands of the Chelsea family but bordered on the power of the August family.
Waiting for the final treatment.
The young Duke of Chelsea is waiting for August's old family owner to increase his bargaining chip so that he can sell the family benefactor in his hands at a reasonable price.
However, the second week after the talent was sent, the old guy who had been fighting with the old Duke of Chelsea for decades fell ill because he could not bear the bad news of the death of his only son.
Therefore, Zhao Qian is still half-dead in prison.
He is actually in a good state of mind now and his eyes are still bright, especially after realizing Qi Jin.
There seems to be something pulsing in the blood of the body.
It can be felt obviously, but only a trace.
Outside the prison windows was the annoying cry of seagulls and the chorus of crashing waves.
"It's your turn."
"Put down your bets" In the prison, several of his so-called inmates were forming a circle and shouting softly.
Using a few cracked dice and broken bowls that he found from nowhere, he made passionate fun in the dimly lit prison.
The jailer on the side looked at the several stained dice spinning in the broken bowl, but had no intention of taking care of them.
Because someone here had stopped him with delicious rum and shining gold francs.
Zhao Qian sat under the window of this prison and had no intention of joining the gambling game.
Many prisoners in nearby prisons looked here with envy, looking at the guy in the corner who looked a little out of place, and wished they could take his place.
But when many discerning people saw the two obviously different shackles on the wrists and ankles of this mixed-race prisoner, they looked at this guy with a look of fear.
This is a chain that is specially used for certain powerful first mate-level captains.
Those who can be cuffed with this kind of chain are all strong criminals.
Therefore, even the criminals in the same prison as Zhao Qian had no intention of bullying the newcomers.
The only two people who didn't have eyesight became more honest after a few teeth were knocked out that day.
He sat on the wooden board in the corner, looking thoughtfully at the prompt that just appeared last night, because after he was caught and shackled, the main task three was gray, which meant that it could not be completed.
"Tip: For some reason, the main mission three has been forcibly changed, and 100 travel points have been deducted from you.
The difficulty of the current mission has increased to c."
"According to the permissions, information can be obtained.
The next time you change the main mission, 1,000 travel points will be deducted."
"You get the third main mission: The Prison Breaker's Choice."
"Mission introduction: The name of Madman Fusuosi has made you famous in the ears of many criminals, and they began to respect or envy you because of your name.
This also prevented you from making mistakes due to momentary excitement.
Then you feel guilty.
Instead, you long to escape from the prison and get back the things that are rightfully yours, like your boat and your reputation.”
"Mission description: Tonight there will be a feast of sinners and the conclusion of the Avengers.
The combined influence of their two forces makes tonight more confusing and makes the prison's defenses more lax."
"Mission goal: escape from this prison alive.
You can follow the escape planners, or go it alone.
But the prerequisite is that you become the first mate or captain of the Endeavor."
"Mission deadline: None."
"Task tip: Be careful, you have many more enemies than you think."
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"Task tip: I'm not trying to save you tonight, but another guy.
But his crime is much more vulgar than yours.
He smashed things in the pub while drunk and didn't pay."
Since you have done something recklessly, you must be mentally prepared to be reckless.
Sitting in the corner, Zhao Qian watched coldly as the guys played here with some simple bets, francs, eight rials, marks, and shillings and pennies.
Some people even put on some worthless necklace pendants.
He had already checked himself.
The gunshot wound from that night had long since healed, and the weapon had been put back into the ticket space after he killed the person.
The wolf tooth necklace around my neck probably didn't look good on the market, so it wasn't noticed by the escort soldier who was famous for his prowess in making money.
Just missing some of the money from this world given by the station.
But what can he do?
The shackles on his hands and feet are obviously specially made for him.
The chains alone are half as thick as an adult's arm, and they are also densely tattooed with incomprehensible patterns.
After a few more glances, he completely lost interest.
According to the prompts on the ticket, the person you want to save should be in the same prison as yourself.
I glanced at the guys gambling there, but I didn't know who they really were among this group of people.
There is no need to scan them one by one with recognition, because there are several guys who have no interest in this kind of mini-game like him.
And Zhao Qian could still see that most of them were ordinary people.
"Ding zero, ding, ding, ding."
There was another crash of dice into the bowl.
The jailer here had already lost interest in checking.
He sat in a corner in front of him and set up a simple table and chair.
He drank one sip after another from someone who sent it. of wine.
The aroma of wine overflows.
"Gulu."
No one in the cell swallowed saliva.
“That’s right, it’s definitely Golden Delicious Rum, just with me.”
Some guy was mumbling somewhere, while the other prisoners were doing their own things as if they were numb.
In the dim cells, Zhao Qian glanced at the prisoners lying down or sitting one after another across the iron bars or diagonally across the bars with the flickering torches on the walls.
No clue at all.
He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
Recharge your batteries
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