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"Clang" As the two slightly heavy chains on his body were removed, Zhao Qian moved his joints like he was shaking his head.
He had already put the giant crossbow back into the ticket.
He glanced at the cell door, which had been opened, and then took out the long sword named Sudden Rain from the ticket and walked out.
"Hey, man, take me with you."
"Jailbreaker" Walking forward, from time to time, arms covered with dirt were stretched out from the cells on both sides and some obscene words were said.
After all, most of the people imprisoned here are desperadoes wandering at sea.
"Peng" A metal fragment that was sharp on one side and full of rust on the other flew towards Zhao Qian, and he instinctively took a small step back to avoid it.
He glanced at the instigator in the cell to his left.
The bearded guy seemed to have noticed the gaze of the person he provoked, and tried his best to ridicule the bad things he had learned in his life.
"You black-eyed, black-haired sissy."
Ignoring these, Zhao Qian continued walking forward.
Following the path Bartholomew and the others walked, they turned through a dark corridor.
With the light at the end of the corridor, Zhao Qian stood in front of the door.
The alternation of darkness and light made him cover his eyes subconsciously.
Dazzling.
"Boom" The flames of war in the distance were still lighting up, mixed with the pungent smell of saltpeter.
Standing in front of this door, Zhao Qian stopped.
Oh shit.
I looked at the height of the cliff-like building below my feet.
The Marseille Port Prison was originally built on a sea cliff.
There was a salty sea breeze blowing in the distance, and there was the sound of gulls that was masked by the sound of gunfire.
Damn it.
He put away the long sword in his hand and climbed down along the long rope under his feet that had been prepared by Bartholomew and his group.
But the only difference should be that there is no boat to pick them up.
Thoughts of joy in suffering.
He tore off a piece of rags from the clothes that had long been torn and couldn't be worn any more, and wrapped them around his hands.
My feet pressed against the slippery and even moss-covered cliff, sliding down bit by bit.
After sliding almost three-quarters of the distance, Zhao Qian took advantage of the gradually dimming sunlight and the occasional bright flash of gunpowder in the distance to visually check the height and the seawater below.
There seemed to be nothing else.
He let go of his hands very directly, relying on the reaction force of his feet on the cliff.
He fell headlong into the cold water.
Tingling.
With the ability to breathe underwater, Zhao Qian had not swam a few hundred meters when a ship stopped in front of him and the ship lowered the ladder.
"Come up, young man."
An old man above had half of his head exposed.
Zhao Qian raised his head and glanced, pretending to smile in a friendly manner.
The man above had already withdrawn his head.
Climb the escalator.
Just stepped onto the deck of this ship.
Several people came out of the darkness and looked at him indifferently.
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Several flintlock guns were pointed at the drowned man.
Then he looked at the deck not far away.
There was no old man, but there was a corpse.
It was a trap, he knew it.
But he had to fall in, because in a sense, long-term swimming would not only consume a lot of his physical strength, but the cold seawater would also take away more of his heat.
If a pursuer of the August family appeared at this time, it would undoubtedly be fatal.
It's better to join this group now.
"Tip: You have successfully boarded the Endeavor."
After looking at the men who were pointing their guns at him warily, Zhao Qian said, his tone sounding like an old friend of many years.
In fact, they had only known each other for a short time.
"Roberts, come out."
He said to the only place on the ship where people could hide, and looked into the cabin through the wooden deck.
"I ask to join."
As soon as these words came out, the pirates holding flintlock guns looked at each other.
"Peng" The door opened, and a tall Western man walked out of the cabin.
This man had a completely different temperament from the Bartholomew in prison, and his whole body had obviously been roughly dressed up.
The beard was cut off by scissors, the hair was simply styled again, and he was wearing a brand new captain's uniform of a regular ship.
The king of pirates raised his chin slightly, completely losing the appearance of the Welsh ruffian who had just been imprisoned.
"We meet again, my friend."
The captain shook the wine glass in his hand, looking completely in control of the overall situation.
"kindness."
Nodding to him, Zhao Qian seemed to have forgotten about threatening the person in charge with a giant crossbow, and there was no unnatural expression on his face.
Both of them are extremely smart people.
"I ask to join you."
"no problem."
Bartholomew nodded, as if he had expected this kind of thing, and agreed simply.
In his opinion, what is the way out for a down-and-out nobleman who offends the powerful nobles?
On the contrary, he still has a strong bad taste for having a noble pirate under his command.
And maybe he will be an effective subordinate.
You must know that the theory of blood origin in the Middle Ages still has many believers and even admirers even in modern times with the advent of the technological revolution.
In the eyes of some pirates, having a guy of noble blood working for them is something worthy of bragging to each other.
"But."
The topic changed.
"I don't know if my men agree."
As if in response to Bartholomew's words, a person stood in front of Zhao Qian after he finished speaking.
It was the pale and gentle man.
The Western pirate, who was not very clean, laughed ferociously, and a sailor's scimitar was handed to him by his companion.
Zhao Qian stood where he was.
The long sword was taken out from the ticket.
From the perspective of the characters in the plot, it was him who pulled it out from his waist.
Just like the giant crossbow is assumed to be made of parts hidden on the body, subconsciously, the characters in the plot will think that they have seen this sword somewhere, and it is probably the sword of some corpse.
There was a ticket notification sound in his ears, but he just looked at it coldly and ignored it.
"Hint: You have obtained the side quest: Pirate's Trial."
"Side Mission: Pirate's Test."
"Task Difficulty: Level E" "Mission goal: kill or defeat the pirates in front of you and prove to your companions that you are worthy of joining this gang."
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"Task tip: You'd better be mentally prepared.
Killing him may arouse the hatred of his friends."
"Mission advice: This is your first deck battle in this world, so be careful."
"Task duration: None" dividing line In a certain room in the Marseille Port Prison, a person walked in as if there was no one else around. tread.
A brand new pair of boots.
The blood flowing on the ground left two clear lines of footprints on the floor of this room.
"I told you before, I just want to meet the warden."
The man with a long beard said, his cool and serious tone was enough to make many girls obsessed with his position.
But the objects he spoke to were the two already dead corpses of city guards outside the door.
He had killed many people on the road before this.
"Excuse me, is Fusuosi Zhao still in this prison?"
The man asked, looking at the warden who was still sitting at the table revising documents.
The man Bartholomew said was the strongest man in Marseille didn't make any extra moves.
His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his movements when correcting documents seemed a little shaky.
"Just, just leave, Mr.
Teague."
"Thanks."
Edward Teague said expressionlessly, as if he was really saying thank you.
Turning around, he walked out.
Completely ignoring the warden who was slumped in his seat as the pressure was relieved due to his departure.
Outside the warden's office, there were corpses on the ground.
All the guards in this prison were dead.
Even if some of them have been transferred away long ago. 515 is coming soon, and I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list.
On May 15th, the red envelope rain will be given back to readers and promotional works.
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