Twenty-four hours after fleeing, Ulster Palace.

Fogar stared at the map on the table, his eyebrows tangled, and sighed while shaking his head.

Just yesterday, the most serious gladiator defection in history occurred in Wangchengzhi. The number of people involved reached more than 370. The most terrible thing was that these people took advantage of the day of the celebration and pretended to be corpses in the king’s eyelids. Bottom, escape from the city.

Just when Fogar was still at a loss as to how these slaves deceived the various levels and escaped smoothly, the commander of the search team rushed in.

"How is it? Have you found the traces of those people?" Fogall asked hopefully, looking at each other.

The commander took a breath and shook his head in frustration: "The king's city is fifty kilometers southward. We have searched it all over, and there is no trace of a fugitive!"

Fogar asked again: "What about the border gates and outposts? Do they have any news?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The frustrated expression on the commander's face caused Foggar to sigh with a headache: "These fugitives include old people and children. According to the truth, they are not walking fast at all. How can they disappear inexplicably?!"

The commander of the search team glanced into the depths of the palace and lowered the volume: "The king still didn't get out of bed?"

Foggar glanced at him and said in a low voice: "The king is ill and is resting. What are you asking for?"

"I heard that because of the last battle yesterday, some nobles in the royal city are planning to jointly protest against the king."

"protest?"

"It seems that many relatives and friends of the nobles were locked in the stands yesterday and almost died at the mouth of the beasts." The commander leaned closer again, and his voice was so low that only two of them could hear: "I also heard that there was Many people visited Lord Fergus in private, saying that they would work together to clean up the treacherous people around the king."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Fogall trembled and was silent for a moment, then said softly: "I know..."

When the people walked away, Fogar slowly put away the map on the table, looked at the empty discussion hall, and fell into contemplation.

At the same time, in the berthing wharf of the ancient city, a unique and brand-new two-masted cargo ship, quietly parked beside the plank road near the sea.

Several merchants dressed up in the southern empire and the officials at the dock were counting the slaves on the ship while bargaining.

From the outside, it seems that this is a very common slave ship.

But when you walk into the cabin under the deck, you can see a completely different scene.

Hundreds of fully armed gladiators waited in the cabin to be busy with what they were doing, and from time to time they would listen to the movements outside the cabin.

In the captain's room in the rear cabin, two women were sitting on either side of the table, talking in a low voice. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"You mean, this ship is mine?" Aisha turned to look at the bronzing paper in her hand, and whispered the name of the new ship-Black Pearl.

Rachel, dressed in a loose nun's robe, picked up a Ulster's specialty-the snake fruit, threw it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, correcting the mistake in Aisha's words: "'Black Pearl'" The number is not yours yet. The Muxi Kingdom just signed an agreement with you. You will serve as the captain of this ship and complete the tasks assigned by the kingdom. After three years, this ship will be yours."

"After three years, the ship will be mine? How do I know that you are not lying to me?"

Rachel gave Aisha a roll of eyes, and pointed to the document in the opponent's hand: "The official document of the Muxi Kingdom, his majesty's autograph, such as a fake seal of the king, why don't you worry about it?"

"In these three years, what do you want me to do?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"You should have seen this ship. Although it can be used as an armed ship with a few modifications, it was originally designed for trade. So, rest assured, the Kingdom of Muxi only needs you to use this ship to complete some transportation tasks. Of course, you can also use this ship by yourself when the kingdom does not issue a task. As long as what you do does not conflict with the interests of the Muxi Kingdom, we will not stop it."

Seeing Aisha lowered her head and stopped speaking, Rachel stood up from her chair, clapped her hands and said, "Okay, since you have no problems, then prepare for it. It will be sailing soon."

Rachel turned around, pushed open the door, and just about to leave, the sound from behind made her stop.

"Mr. Derek... is he okay?"

Turning around slowly, what Rachel saw was a face pretending to be strong. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"He has returned to Twilight. The king has a new task to give him."

"Is that...? That's good."

Richel paused for a while, and then suddenly asked Aisha: "I have a question to ask you. If what appears to you is a relationship that will never result in results, what would you do?"

"no result?"

Aisha's double pupils of different colors rose into a group of nameless flames, with her unique personality and publicity in her words: "Whether my feelings will result or not is no one else's turn to decide!"

Rachel tilted his head and thought for a while, and when he looked at the other person, an incomprehensible emotion flickered in his eyes: "Aisha, sometimes, I really envy you."

"By the way, the appointment of this ship as the "Black Pearl" is also the result of Mr. Derek's request to His Majesty the King."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Leaving this sentence aside, Rachel walked out of the hatch, leaving Aisha alone in a daze.

Raising the anchor and raising the sails, the "Black Pearl" broke through the waves and slowly sailed away from the harbour of the Kingdom of Ulster.

Standing on the bow of the ship, Todd looked back at the 6th place behind him, enjoying the feeling of the cold sea breeze blowing across his face, and a comfortable breath flowed through his chest.

As the boat got faster and faster, the expressions of the people on the boat became more and more relaxed. Some cheered loudly at the sea, some hugged each other with tears, and some knelt down and prayed silently to the sky.

Rachel walked up the stairs and came to the deck at the bow, and saw Todd watching the sea at a glance.

Just about to speak, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Deirdre, a black figure standing beside Todd.

When he walked to Todd's side, Rachel deliberately coughed, and then said in a more serious tone: "Master Boyle, there are some things we need to talk about."

Todd turned his head and looked at Rachel with a full face of doubt~lightnovelpub.net~ The latter tilted his head towards Deirdre, this move made the former realize.

"Oh, good." Todd walked off the bow and followed Rachel to an empty corner, completely unaware of Deirdre's gloomy look.

Seeing no one around, Rachel moved closer to Todd, looking like he was snuggling in the other's arms.

"This boatman, do you still plan to take them to Froststone Camp?"

Todd nodded, and later he looked at Rachel, who was almost on his chest, frowned and said, "Yes, but do we have to be so close?"

Seeing Deirdre’s bitter look not far away, Rachel said with a smile: “You don’t understand now, but you will thank me in the future.”

　　

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