Poseidon, holding a trident, is the **** of the sea in the Western European Protoss. For the Western European civilization above the ocean, Poseidon's status is even more important than Zeus.

And this huge **** statue is located in the most central area, which also shows that Atlantis regards this **** as more important than its own lifeblood.

Although I can stand up and take selfies with the aircraft, the weapons of this era will not cause any damage to the power armor, but the key is that the follow-up processing is very troublesome.

You ruined other people's life, and they didn't try to find you?

The dialect on land may be regarded as a **** in this era, but the dialect at sea is like that. If others block the way to the sea, he can't do anything about it. Besides, one person drives that kind of sailboat to Yanar. Archipelago waters?

just forget it……

So, you still have to consider the consequences of everything, you can't think about doing it, and then just do it regardless...

Dialect also understands this truth, so he chose a more compromised method, that is, to control the aircraft to take a picture of the statue, and then use the PS technology to upload it without any trace.

After waiting for this to be done, the time also came to noon, when the scorching sun was on the horizon.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, and only the hawkers who made their way at sunrise remained, still sticking to the streets on both sides, running around for their own lives.

Since there is no dog tag to represent the identity, the dialect is blocked as it approaches the central area.

Silently raised his middle finger, Fang Yan turned and walked towards the road where he came. After making a meal for Bai Ya, the two walked into a restaurant and ordered a few edible meals.

There is little oil and water, the taste is very weak, and there is a smell of sea, and the vegetables in it are also pitiful. After taking a few bites, Dialect put down his fork and walked to the window.

There were also faint notes scattered in the air beside his ears, Dialect took a few deep breaths of the wet sea breeze, and quietly observed this beautiful place...

The sun slowly swept to the west, and then slowly fell, and the night came quietly, and then became deeper and deeper...

……

There was also the sound of waves crashing against the rock wall. More than half of the lights in the city on the shore had been extinguished, and only a little bit of fire remained, adorning the soft night sky.

The docks and streets are basically completely empty, and the whole land has fallen into silence. This Atlantis continent seems to be quietly falling asleep as night falls...

"Lonia, Sacraski?"

A footstep sounded behind him, and the dialect, who was climbing the fence of the wooden boat, slowly turned his head.

Want to go out and play? Have a drink?

Looking at Bagger who was constantly gesturing, Dialect thought for a while, and nodded happily. After making a gesture of "please", he followed the captain of the broken ship to a place in the city where there was still some light.

Although there are few nightlife in ancient times, it can not be said that there is no such thing. Perhaps the most known to Chinese people is the Yichun Courtyard in ancient China, and the taverns in ancient times in the West...

"Nüwa, if anything abnormal happens, close the mask immediately!"

Dialect said softly, smiled, and followed Bagel's footsteps.

……

"Old Sam, how are you doing?"

Bagel smiled, walked up and hugged the tavern owner sitting at the table, and then called to the crew behind him, "What do you want, take it yourself, I'll treat you!"

There was a roar of applause, Bagger smiled, turned his head, sat opposite Old Sam, and took a glass of ale that Old Sam handed over.

"It's very moisturizing and lacks everything." Old Sam asked, raising the glass in his hand, looking at Bagel, and said solemnly, "To our friendship!"

"To our friendship!"

Bagel replied, put the bong aside, touched Old Sam's glass, and drank half of it in one gulp.

"Bagger, it seems you've been doing well recently, you've never been so generous before." Old Sam asked with a teasing, putting the glass on the table.

"It's not bad. I recently took a job, and I met a person with a lot of money, 2w Dotland." Bager wiped his mouth and replied.

"You're doing your job again?" Old Sam replied, the smile on his face slowly sinking.

"No, serious business, the people are over there!" Bager pouted at the dialect sitting next to Bo Ya, and then continued, "The gold master just asks me to send him to a sea area, and then stay there. two days."

"Which side?"

"Roland went over to catch up at sea for 3 days non-stop. There was nothing there, and he didn't mention the return trip, so he didn't know what to do." Bagel said, pressing **** the scantily clad maid next to him. He touched it, looked at the provocative look in the maid's back, picked up the wine glass and took a sip at her.

Then he turned his head to old Sam and said, "I want it tonight!"

"It depends on whether you have the ability!" Old Sam winked, picked up the jerky next to him and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Then take a good look at it!" Bagel said, putting down the wine glass.

"Be careful, you have a lot of enemies." Old Sam pointedly said.

"rest assured!"

Bagger replied seriously, raised the wine glass again, squinted his eyes, and said easily, "My crew is not vegetarian, he wants to do regular business, I will do regular business, he doesn't. ~lightnovelpub.net~ I don't either."

"If you need me, just say, I'm old, but I'm still a little capable." Old Sam also shook his head, put on a smile again, and touched the glass, "To the past!"

"Respect to the past!"

Bagel laughed, drank the rest of the drink in one gulp, put it aside, and stepped on a mantis on the ground to death.

"Old Sam, why are there so many bugs recently?" Bagel chopped off his foot again, looked up at Old Sam and asked.

"I don't know, I started crawling a few days ago, not just in my tavern, but everywhere. Maybe the bugs are in heat?" Old Sam said with a smile, calling for the maid to come over and refill the wine, one cup after another. Chatted with Bagger...

……

The night gradually deepened, and the crowd in the tavern slowly passed by. It was not until the half-drunk Bai Ya also brought a woman upstairs, and then the dialect stood up, looking at the empty hotel, and heading for the wooden boat alone. go in the direction.

In fact, Bagger didn't forget the dialect, and he also brought a good-looking woman over. At that moment, the dialect did have an impulse, but he calmed down quickly.

Resolutely refused, because of a very tragic reason - there is no Durex...

A very painful thing, but dialect is not sad.

Durex would be the first to throw it away every time she organizes her backpack, thus completely breaking her thoughts. After all, no one knows if someone will bring some plums or something...

control yourself, control yourself,

This is not just casual talk. If dialects want to live longer and longer, they must do it.

And abstinence is the first step, but it is only the first step...

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