The second thousand two hundred and seventy-five chapters faint sea
It was sunset, the sun was shining, and the sea was dim. Louis Armand lay melancholy beside the guardrail of the deck, looking at the dolphins following the waves under the ship's side. He felt indescribable depression in his heart. This time, he was the first to leave home.
He took on the heavy responsibility for the first time to investigate that thorny and difficult matter. Unexpectedly, after just taking part in the salvation plan of the Holy Garden organization, he would be tied to the sea. A deep sense of frustration filled his heart.
Although he was kidnapped, the people here were nice to him. He thought he would be torn into pieces, but in fact no one did anything to harm him, as long as he didn't try to escape.
Under the dusk, a few albatross flew over, and it seemed that after a while it would be time to eat again. In fact, there were meals available at all times on this huge ship, but he was still used to eating on time.
"Hey, little guy, aren't you going to run away?" A tall, thick-set man wearing a red pirate turban and a kitchen knife in his waist was sitting on the long board of the deck, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. Judging from the color, it should be Lang.
Rum.
Armand turned his back and leaned against the side of the boat: "It's useless to run. No matter how many times I run, I will still be caught. Why don't I come with you and see what you are going to do to me."
The cook opened his mouth and showed his gold and silver teeth: "That's quite reasonable, little guy. I'd like to advise you, don't even think about escaping back to the land when you reach this sea area. Even if you get on the dragon, you won't be able to get back to the shore. Leave this ship.
The ship is dead, either lost in the sea fog or trapped on an isolated island."
Armand said: "I have been to the sea before, to the east of the mainland, but never this far. Have we been walking south? The magnet told me that we were still heading west a few days ago, which is far away from the mainland.
direction."
The cook smiled: "Don't believe in magnets and compasses. This sea area will confuse the magnetic field, and don't believe in the stars in the sky. The stars you see at night have been refracted several times by salt spray, and the directions they show are inaccurate."
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"You are very familiar with this sea. Do ships often sail in this sea area?"
The cook placed the wine bottles: "No, I don't come here often, but I know the conditions of all the sea areas here."
"So where are we going? At least tell me a destination for this outsider, otherwise my heart will be as uneasy as this rocking ship."
The cook stamped the plank of the boat under his feet: "It won't be disturbing. There is no more reliable boat on the sea. Little guy, the place we are going to is the habitat of the Haichao tribe."
"The Tide Clan! Are they the kind of people who have a membrane on their head, can swim as fast as a fish, and can land freely?" Armand said in surprise: "Oh my God, I haven't seen anyone from the Tide Clan with my own eyes.
, there are only mermaids on the east coast, and I heard they only live deep in the western sea of the mainland."
The cook scratched his head: "What's all the fuss about? There are people from the Haichao tribe on our ship."
"Really? Where is he? Can I go see him?" Armand was excited and curious.
The cook said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, hey, little guy, you are the one we kidnapped, so you have to be honest. You can see as many waves as you want when you get there, so there is no need to be in such a hurry."
Armand said unhappily: "Can you please stop calling me little guy? Not only am I an adult, I also have amazing strength. I'm not kidding you."
The cook laughed loudly: "So how come you are so powerful and you are caught by our people?"
"This... this..." Armand became sulky when he talked about this.
The cook took the last sip of wine and stood up and said, "I'm going to eat. Do you want to come with me?"
Armand glanced with small eyes, a little hesitant.
The cook walked over and pulled him over and said, "Let's go, I have some good stuff that I keep privately. It's delicious food that you haven't tasted before."
"Well, you invited me, I'm not going there myself." Armand walked into the cabin with him.
The cook shook his head speechlessly: "You boy, you are delicate and tender, just like a woman. Your skin is whiter than a woman's, your lips are redder than a woman's, and you wear perfume? Are you a man or a woman?"
Armand was angry: "I'm just good-looking, not a woman! Humph!"
Walking to the end of the corridor, St. Ins was passing by. When he saw this man, Armand, he stopped unconsciously and took a step back. He had been taken aboard before, and the restraining seal on his body was released. He tried to escape four times.
, were all caught by this person, and the shadow of fear had already arisen in my heart.
St. Ins noticed Armand and waved gently.
Armand resisted instinctively, but his legs disobeyed and followed him.
I came to a room that was neither too big nor too small. It was fully equipped with bookcases and desks. There were notes spread out on the bookcases, a quill placed aside, and a small sea chart stacked on top of it. There were some places on it for use.
The red pen made a mark. A dark blue double-breasted coat and a bicorn hat hung on the hanger next to the bookcase.
St. Yins poured himself a cup of black tea and also poured a cup for Armand: "I haven't spoken to you seriously since I invited you here. Sit down."
Armand hesitated for a moment, then sat down and said, "The way you invited me is really special. If I didn't know better, I would have thought it was a kidnapping."
Saint Yinsi seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and didn't take it seriously.
Armand said with great resistance: "What did you want to talk to me about when you called me here?"
Saint-Ins crossed his fingers in front of him and asked: "Louis Armand, are you the next generation successor of your family?"
Armand's brows twitched and he looked at him warily.
Saint Yinsi asked again: "Who are you, the current head of the Remilia family?"
Armand refused to speak.
Saint Yinsi continued: "The Remilia family's special magical genetic lineage allows the next generation to inherit considerable magical power from the previous generation. At your age at this time, it is difficult to achieve the strength you should have now under normal circumstances.
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Armand's face darkened: "My strength is not only inherited from genetics, but also the result of my... own efforts!"
"If you say this, do you believe it?" St. Yins said coldly.
"You..." Armand slammed his hands on the table angrily and stood up. The words of rebuttal and self-confirmation came to his lips and he weakly swallowed them back.
Saint Yinsi said: "The guest I originally invited was not you. I plan to invite some guests to my island. Your family is one of the people I am considering. Although it is an accident, you are quite suitable as a guest.
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"What kind of threat do you want to use me to threaten my family? Money, treasures or something else? I think you don't lack those things!" Armand said excitedly.
St. Yins turned the pages on the table: "If you are so excited, we should chat at another time."
Armand breathed heavily and sat on the chair trying to calm down.
St. Yinsi smiled slightly: "I don't mean any harm, you should be able to feel it."
Armand thought without speaking.
"As the first distinguished guest invited this time, I would like to invite you to a place you have never been to before. Are you willing to go with me?"
Armand frowned, not sure whether the person in front of him was good or evil. He took a long breath under his nose and said: "I'm already on the boat, do I have the right to refuse? Hum, I want to see you
What on earth are you going to do?”
St. Yinsi nodded: "Tell the second mate and ask him to return everything to you."
"You're not afraid of me..."
"I have never been afraid of anyone." Saint Yinsi interrupted.
Armand looked at him for a long time and left the room