"Birthday does not fall as a pirate (

In the middle of the night, the siege of Mary Daya Chapel was coming to an end.

Lorraine and Jefferson stood on a small balcony nearby, accompanied by Hannah and Noya, holding the sight glass to look at the battlefield.

"The north side was fighting fiercely, and there seemed to be a loophole in the line... I was caught."

Jefferson shook his head and put down his sight glass.

"The saints are still too short to form an army. Although the soldiers have enough courage, they are still a little hasty when they are engaged in night battles."

Lorraine smiled indifferently: "But I admire the saint a little bit for being able to hide his horse in the chapel...No, it should be that I can get a golden horse through a few slaves."

"It should be the core figure of the mob who escaped on horseback. Mr. Revere should be disappointed."

"The core is also a slave. You should free him. These slaves have nowhere to go in the white world."

"Yes." Jefferson cocked his mouth. "Kenway, your performance is that Boston has eliminated a hidden danger under the water, and this time you have the evidence of slaves' possession of firearms. The state can justly reprimand the daily management of the union. , By the way, withdraw some of the autonomy rights of the Southern District. I will write to the Commander-in-Chief of Washington and Mr. Adams of these performances."

"Thank you for your preference." Lorraine leaned over and bowed slightly.

"This is not a preference. You have done a lot for the United States. On the other hand, we... Cotton Jack..."

"The lawbreaker has rules for the lawbreaker. I am deeply grateful for the kindness of the gentlemen, but since he doesn't accept it, just follow the industry rules. The Pirate King... To be honest, I still look forward to the future."

Jefferson sighed slightly: "You have to be careful, the United States does not have many sincere friends, and losing one is an immeasurable blow to our cause."

"This is probably the most touching utilitarian speech I have ever heard..."

The two of them were chatting with each other, and suddenly a sailor came in and whispered to Hina.

After a while, Henna waved back the sailor and leaned to Lorraine to whisper in front of Jefferson.

Jefferson waited quietly, until Hannah finished speaking and stepped back, then smiled and asked, "Unexpected incident?"

"It's no surprise to you." Lorraine played with the sight glass. "The nets in the water tank have caught fish. There are more than 30 people, all of whom are white. It's just that there is still no clue to those people, but they When I landed, my people found a waiter's armband among a pile of rubber jackets."

"Waitman armband? The kind of cloth loop that the waiter in the restaurant wraps around his sleeve?"

"It's that cumbersome accessory." Lorraine raised his sight glass to look at the battlefield again, and his voice floated out of his mouth and melted into the night breeze. "There is a string of words on the back of the armband, which reads [Oran flavor] Smoked Fish House]."

"Olan Style Smoked Fish Restaurant... I have heard of that shop, on Wesley Street, it's quite famous."

"It seems I accidentally made a contribution again."

"You have been doing meritorious service, and I am not surprised at all..."

...

The moon sets, the sun rises, and the night fades.

After the riots in the southern district, another two days passed without knowing it.

A lot of things happened in the past two days. The Continental Army cracked a deep-buried stronghold of the Royal Secret Service on Wesley Street, and then followed the vines and pulled out seven intelligence stations and a large amount of classified information.

The Liberty Sons Corps was severely impacted. One deputy commander and two commanders resigned, and six company commanders were found to have accepted bribes and suspected of collaborating with the enemy.

Legion commander Major General Kidalil was reprimanded for this.

On the other hand, due to the riots in the Southern District, the fact that the slaves were hiding weapons was verified, the United Labor Union was ordered by the state government to introspect, the unique tax rate in the Southern District was greatly reduced, and the strategic-level workshops including military industry and clothing were forced to accept it. The settlement and supervision of the Qing church.

In the end, the state government did not step on the government's threshold for not getting involved in the economy, but the difference is not big. Everyone knows that the Qing Church and the state government are now in the honeymoon period.

In Back Bay, at the pier outside the Haite Shipyard, Jefferson, Revere, and senior executives from the shipyard saw Lorraine off on the plank road.

Jefferson held the Caesar Gold Cup given him by Lorraine, reluctant to let it go.

"Yesterday I wrote a letter to the pirate king in my personal name. If he wants to go ashore in Virginia, I hope he accepts the goodwill of the United States."

"Why are you doing this again?" Lorraine looked at the road sign on the bow of the ship next to him. "Don't forget, the road sign is a 16-knot ship."

"This is what the United States owes you. It has nothing to do with whether you need it." Jefferson handed the box containing the gold cup to his entourage, stretched out his hand, and clasped Lorraine tightly. "After this, you will return to Baltimore. Soon, I should too. Back to Virginia. Although we are on both sides of the Chesapeake, I won’t see you easily if I want to come. It’s all smooth sailing, my friend."

"May your career become a monument, Mr. Governor."

Revere shook his parting gift, a small golden lantern of the old British royal family, with joy on his face.

"Kenway, is this really an antique lamp from the Mercia Dynasty?"

"I don't understand that period of history, General Revere." Lorraine shrugged. "It was bought by Carmen from a fallen aristocrat in England. It is said to be their family heirloom."

"I saw the inscription!" Revere's face was ruddy, "Look at the ugly and rough words, and the ancient... well, it should be ancient... the ancient group of words, I bet it is an antique a thousand years ago!"

"You should look for a serious connoisseur. The wind lantern has made you successful, and I think this lamp is very suitable for you."

"I will definitely do this! If it is an antique, it will be the family heirloom of the Revere family in the future!"

"I will pray for you on the boat, General."

It was then that Revere was shocked and hurriedly put the lantern into the box and handed it to his adjutant to hold it carefully.

"Hey, good voyage, buddy!"

"thanks."

Dao Mark started her maiden voyage, the slender hull slowly withdrew from the berth, and Bell turned around with full rudder as usual.

With such a simple action, her hull suddenly tilted, and the sailors on the ship were caught off guard, rolled and fell and turned over.

Lorraine looked at the red-faced Bell Haha and laughed: "Do I need to be at the helm, Bell?"

"See your ghost! See your ghost!" Bell licked his tongue, "What a unique horse... Captain, raise all the sails, I want to see the 16th knot of scenery!"

"you sure?"

"I'm sure!" The whole ship shouted loudly.

"That's as you wish!"

Lorraine happily stepped on the guardrail of the bow, drew out the scimitar with a sound, and pointed straight forward.

"The whole ship is looking for the nearest fixed place, the personnel are on duty, and there is no rest!"

"The horizontal sail, the vertical sail, the bow sail, the wind catching all open, the wing sail is wide open!"

"wind direction!"

Keren on the gunwale and Pierce on the foremast shouted at the same time: "The wind is northwest and north, level four!"

"Heading to the east, heading to the mid-spine, and aiming for New Orleans."

Deafening cheers erupted from the ship.

Amidst the cheers, Lorraine yelled presumptuously.

"Faster than the wind, faster than the waves, the shells can only look at the heart of the ship, and the curse will not be able to catch up! We will become ghosts on the sea! Road signs...set sail!"

...

Soon after, a dark shadow sneaked into the room in an unobtrusive corner of Qianwan.

"Priest Leheed, the smugglers have left Hong Kong."

Sand hided gloomily in the shadow of the hood, like a clay sculpture and wood carving, without saying a word.

The reporting slave swallowed: "Priest, our partners in the southern district have already found out that the incident the night before has nothing to do with these smugglers. Now they have left an undefended shipyard, and we still There are more than a dozen guns, isn't it..."

"Le Francois, I suffered my first defeat under the betrayal of the white man." Sander's voice suddenly rose and was secluded. "Boston, our holy city, I was slain by the white man again. Failed..."

"These two failures taught me a truth... In the white world, we are too conspicuous, and we will be powerless no matter what we want to do."

"Priest..."

"We are going to places where the strength is stronger, where the white people are more relaxed."

The slaves froze for a moment: "Is there really such a place in this world?"

"Yes." Sander focused his head, "Some of our brothers are from South America. In the Spanish territory, in Chile, there are as many uprisings there, and the brothers there are more free!"

"Do you know why I sang out of Egypt to you the night before?" He stood up, took off his mask, took off his coat, and unwrapped the bandage covering his complexion. "I thought Boston was our Jerusalem, but I found out later. This is Egypt..."

"Our promised land is to the south. In San Diego, God has already revealed to us that it is the land of Canaan where we can enjoy freedom."

"It's time to go out of Egypt! Heavenly Father gave me a divine metaphor last night that will break the barrier of the Atlantic Ocean for us, let us..."

"Uh... Priest Leheed." An Indian slave raised his hand weakly in the corner. "That... Chile is in the southernmost part of South America, and it's leaning against the Pacific Ocean..."

silence.

Silence for no reason.

It was extremely embarrassing.

Sand was silent for a long time, and solemnly responded.

"This is the power of the Lord! He split the Atlantic Ocean for us, but we took advantage of the infighting of the white people to go from the land to Chile, no one can guess where we are going!"

"Amen..." the slaves whispered.

"We will flow smoothly all the way to the promise. We will join brothers and fight for freedom. We will be with the Lord, and we will glorify and live forever. Are you ready?"

"Amen."

"Would you like to follow the Lord's guidance with me?"

"Amen."

"Will you dedicate yourself on the road to fight for the future of your children and grandchildren and let them be born free?"

"Amen!"

"The glory of the Lord shines on us, and when I see the flying feathers, I know that there is angel blessing. That blessing points to the south and points to our promise."

"We will keep in mind the Lord’s teachings, don’t betray, run away, don’t lie, if we do, let my fellow travelers spit on me, let my admirers look down on me, let the sharp blade kill me, the fire burns me, the flood floods me... …"

"Let's sing all the way in unison, Hallelujah, Amen."

"Amen!"

"Amen."

"Amen!"

The enthusiasm in the room broke through the climax, and Sander looked at this with tears in his eyes.

"Don't forget our brothers who died, let us bear their will... Let's go!"

...

Wesley Street, flower shop.

The door of the flower shop was closed tightly. Because of the raid two days ago, the whole Wesley Street was turbulent, and there was no one near or far.

But Harry still bought a pot of pure lilies from a few blocks away, like a mourner, for the first time looking directly at the beautiful Sig.

Sig's face was faintly angry.

"You have been out of touch for two days, idiot Harry!"

"Because we were ambushed at the shipyard, a perfect ambush, neither Ryan nor I saw any clues."

Sig's face tightened: "Edward Kenway... is he prepared?"

"It is not accurate to say that there is preparation. It should be said that the entire sump is a pocket for us from the beginning."

"What's going on... Is it arms?"

"It has been handed over to the Saints regiment a long time ago, and the transportation process has been hidden from the entire Boston."

"How are our people?"

"Thirty-five people, except for Ryan, the entire army was destroyed. Ryan was severely injured, and Rodney was found on a rocky beach when he escaped from the sea."

Sig's feeling is getting worse and worse: "Rodney..."

"Painted with tung oil and wrapped in iron chains, he was hung on the only way for ships to enter and exit the Back Bay, like a warning to pirates." Harry laughed at himself, "I have seen him at least with my own eyes since he disappeared. Three times, but because of this cover, it was clearly under my nose, but I missed it perfectly."

"You are not impulsive... I mean, you didn't collect his body, did you?"

Harry closed his eyes: "No, such an obvious trap, Ryan and I won't step on it a second time."

"That's good." Siger let out a long sigh of relief, and finally relaxed, "It seems that we are being watched. Although I may not have been spotted, you must have been exposed."

Harry nodded: "What should I do? Do you want to evacuate?"

Sig was silent for a long time.

"Turn into silence on the spot." She said, "The Royal Secret Service was seized in the past two days... At the moment it seems that we have blamed them... But they were seized just to divert their attention, and the previous things have been reasonable. Confess."

"And Kidalil was also terrified. The poor man has a guilty heart, and has no guts. We can't do anything until he gets bolder again."

"As for evacuation..." She sneered coldly. "Even if we evacuate now, Clinton will rack our brains and throw us into more dangerous places, because the Army hates us."

"The 52nd regiment has withdrawn to the homeland~lightnovelpub.net~ I heard that we will be transferred to India to do the majestic blessing. But we were stuffed back into New England at this festival and thrown into the eye of the storm in Boston."

"What a cruel big man, obviously... we are a meritorious army..."

Harry listened quietly, and when Sig had finished speaking, he bent down and placed Lily on the ground, facing the direction of Back Bay.

"I took Ryan by boat to Cape Cod to recover from his injuries. From now on, I will arrange two people to wait for you here every day, but it is impossible to be limited to me and Ryan. What are you going to do?"

"Let's pick a girl." Sieg covered his face and smiled, "Kidalier's daughter is very beautiful, I have almost bent her over the past few days."

"bend?"

"I can wear women's clothing. Two ladies roll the sheets, how do you think it is more appropriate?"

Sadness and tragic soul flew away, Harry felt nauseated and just wanted to pull his legs away.

"May you be demolished by Kidalil and hanged on the cross after castration! I believe this will make the entire civilized world celebrate."

"It's cruel, little Harry."

"Madam, goodbye!"

"Don't stay and have fun, little Harry?"

"No! I don't think I want to be happy in my life, goodbye!"

In Sig's silver bells of laughter, Harry fled.

When he escaped away, Sieg suddenly fell silent, squatted down, and gently stroked the lily lace that was spreading towards the sun.

"Rodney... is he dead?"

"Edward Kenway, how did you find out?"

"Why do you think you are familiar?"

"Is it because when I first met, I already had a foreboding that you were difficult to deal with?"

"It seems that there are too many militant and militant merchants in this world."

"Right? Lorraine Drake..."