The story is a surprise prepared by Lorraine for Maratha.

The content itself does not have any traceable nutritional value, it is just a mess, chaotic, and stewed Northeast hodgepodge, forcibly instilling suspense.

Is Frey a traitor?

Did you bomb the arsenal?

Will it collude with the British army?

Lorraine, or how did Ruhr escape from the rain of bullets with women and disabilities?

That beautiful and weak Moor girl Leonor, is she still safe? Can you rendezvous with your lover? Have you suffered any harm?

It's all problems.

These dispensable questions instantly filled Mara's head, causing him to ignore some of the details in front of him, and also blurred the position of Lorraine's enemies and friends.

At least to a certain extent, Lorraine succeeded in making Mara put down his defenses.

Mara, who put down his defenses, thought about what was in his mind, and once again regarded Lorraine as "a person who can be used." Seeing that the British army was about to break the city, he immediately followed goodness and selected the adjutant and four strong sergeants from the sailors with him. The boat board boarded the boat one by one from the plank road.

At the last moment, Lorraine in the oar position quietly clenched the handle of the knife.

In fact, in his opinion, the trap to lure Marathon is not a mature and reliable plan at all. This is an adventure, a ridiculous little trick that is likely to be meaningless to people other than Marathi.

Because through brief but in-depth contact, he discovered that Mara is a special person.

Generally speaking, every adult will have his own style and habits.

It's like a crazy millionaire playing a chess game in a crowded park, forcing passers-by to bet against him with his wealth and life, instead of beating him if he doesn't.

At this time people's style will stand out.

Some people are not good at thinking or unaccustomed to thinking about the deep meaning behind the weird and weird, and they are confident in their own power, they will often turn the chessboard, if the player dares to violent, everyone will break their wrists.

Henna and Leif are two very different representatives of this type.

They are straightforward and reckless. The act of lifting the chessboard does not mean stupidity. On the contrary, they use their strengths and avoid weaknesses. While giving up their best interests, they also avoid the worst results.

Some people are good at calculating.

Those who can calculate often have a gambler factor and are prone to take risks, ignore or accept bad results in advance.

They will enter the game happily, chasing the result and enjoying the process, just like Carmen.

Lorraine is the third category and has both.

He may play chess with someone on the board, and of course he deserves to win. If the defeat is really irreversible, he is likely to set up the chess table before the opponent drops the last piece. Anyway, if it is replaced by a fight, he has a higher winning rate.

Mara is the fourth category.

His talent is close to the first category, and his thinking is close to the second category. He likes to think and think more about things, but he can't grasp the main points from time to time, and is easily tempted and agitated.

Lorraine opened the chess table, and he sat across from him. Lorraine said that he was crazy, so he put aside the chess game that was at stake and thought about the reason why Lorraine was crazy.

There is no reason for his self-confidence, and his smooth life has nothing to do with personal abilities, it is purely by fate.

Because of this, he or they will always stop at a certain juncture in life, sooner or later, once his luck or his family can no longer protect him, they will definitely stop.

And today seems to be the day Mara stopped.

Lorraine won the bet. Mara and his seemingly more powerful entourage boarded the boat. Barto put away the board, Lorraine released the hilt of the hidden knife, and rowed the oar to push the boat to fifty points away from the plank road. The distance of meters is completely out of the effective range of the musket.

"Major."

He put away the oars, stood up like an okay person, and raised the sail with Barto.

"Major, today the wind is small and the sky is dark. It will take a long time to find the San Carlos. Or would you go and rest in the cabin for a while?"

"Uh……"

Mala, who was busy thinking about life, got out of his thinking state and rolled his eyes in a panic.

"Ruhr, the San Carlos is fighting, but she can't support her alone. Do you know why I boarded your boat?"

"Because... happened to meet?"

"Of course this is a reason, but it is not an important one." Mara shook his arm, looking arrogant. "As I said, the San Carlos is hard to support!"

"But I seem to have heard that the British have no boats this time..."

"They have artillery!" Mara glared at Lorraine fiercely. "They have artillery, even if they can't hit the cunning and flexible San Carlos, the other San Carlos is doomed to escape the poison!"

"We need stronger power. Grenada is close to us. That's why I want to board your boat. The San Carlos must defend her home port, but we can go to Grenada to make us stronger. The army changed the tragic fate of this fortress!"

Lorraine raised an eyebrow: "You mean... for help?"

"It's for help!" Mara spit out the syllables sonorously, "There is no time to hesitate, Ruhr, immediately take me to Grenada. You can be the hero who saves the fortress!"

"Then we have to change course and go west." Lorraine reached out and probed the direction of the wind. "The wind direction is even worse, Major, we may need ten hours to drive this boat to Grenada."

"I will wait for you in the cabin, and my adjutant will show you the way, you won't get lost."

Leaving this sentence aside, Mara winked at his adjutant.

The adjutant understood, led two soldiers on the deck, and asked the other two soldiers to **** Mara into the cabin.

The hatch is closed.

Seeing the hatches were sealed together, Lorraine wanted the adjutant to smile slightly.

"The major's speeches are always long, right? Being his adjutant must be very hard."

Gao Leng's adjutant shook his face: "It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it be said that it doesn't matter..." Lorraine looked up at the fading lakeshore, "Because the wind is in the right direction, unknowingly, we are all more than 200 meters away from the shore..."

"If we want to get to Grenada, we still have countless 200 meters to go."

"Not so much 200 meters." Lorraine moved his shoulders in a cheerful tone. "To be honest, Mara surprised me by leaving you on the deck. He actually knows the defense."

"Um?"

"Two hundred meters from the shore, unless you have a high-level hunter on your ship, and that person feels keen and is right on the shore, otherwise, the musket will be completely ineffective, and they may not even know what happened on the ship."

The adjutant finally began to feel strange, and he drew out his saber with a sound: "Ruul Sebrian, your speech is very dangerous."

"For a person who is almost treated as a scapegoat, any kind of speech is not considered dangerous. For a person who plots against others, your preparations are far from adequate. This is the epitaph I gave to the three. Thanks... you don't have to."

...

Mara led the guards into the cramped cabin of the fishing boat.

Compared with battleships, small fishing boats obviously cannot fit into multiple decks, and the internal space is not enough to divide the space properly.

The cabin is just a messy room, with two old rope beds hung, a few boxes are placed in the corners, a cabinet is fixed on the bulkhead, and the rest of the space is full of all kinds of things that may be used in the ship. Arrival of debris.

For example, scattered cables, broken sails for repairing, fish crates, fishing rods, nets, mallets and rivets for repairing ships, and so on.

Mara had long expected such a scene. The bad environment, the bad smell, and worse, the only neat and open space in the cabin. There was a person lying on the floor in the center of the cabin. Yan Shishi covered his mouth.

With the dim lantern, Mara could see the person's appearance clearly: "Antonio Torrecias?"

"Woohoo!"

"Why are you on this boat? Wrong~lightnovelpub.net~ Didn't your people say that you have been buried alive in the barrier of the gospel?"

"woo woo woo woo!"

"What did you say?"

"woo woo woo woo!"

"Des...pués? Behind?"

The slight wind.

Two wind noises protruded from behind, and then a faint grunt came from the guard.

They fell heavily to the ground, the sound of thumping, every sound shocked Mara's heart.

He twisted his head with difficulty, and saw that above the cabin door, at the little unsupported position, there was a strange image floating in the air, clinging to the wall.

Her clothes are pure black, her skin is brown, she has big emerald-like eyes, and three gorgeous and unforgettable bows.

"Lai..." Mara trembled and swallowed, "Leonor...Miss?"