The Silver Deer has been sailing for three days and three nights since it set out from Silver Deer Island.
After a few days, although the people on the boat did not completely learn how to control the sails, they had learned some basic knowledge of catching the wind. At least they could control the boat and no longer had to drift and rush around in the sea like they did at the beginning.
But for some unknown reason, whether it was due to technical reasons, the Silver Deer had been sailing for three days and still had not found the supplementary point marked on the nautical chart. The people on the ship who had no sailing experience became impatient again.
When they were selected as slaves in Hailong City, they didn't care. They were liars, thieves, scum, and they barely had enough to eat. How worse could they be?
After boarding the Silver Deer and being confined in the bottom cabin for more than ten days, they didn't mind. Although they didn't know where the future lay, they had food and shelter, which was not bad.
But the god of fate likes to play jokes. The pirates suddenly fought each other, and they took control of the ship that took them to the unknown, and got a sum of gold coins that could last them the rest of their lives.
This makes them realize that they can control their own destiny and see where their future lies.
But having hope in the mind is not necessarily a good thing, especially fragile hope, which will make people more afraid of returning to despair.
They began to look back and forth and become worried.
They began to fear, worried about whether they could return to the Middle-Atrium Continent alive with the gold coins. Any disturbance would be the last straw that broke the camel's back, making this group of people completely hysterical.
Fortunately, after Xia Lan found the gold coins, she was afraid that these guys would covet the gold coins of those around them and kill them for money, so she did not distribute the gold coins. She just promised to divide them equally when she returned to the courtyard, otherwise people would lose their morale.
Knowing that this couldn't go on any longer, Xia Lan picked up her sword, kicked open a door, and walked in.
"You bastard, are you trying to avenge me for setting you up to kill each other?"
Xia Lan, who always had a kind smile on his face, now had a ferocious look on his face. He grabbed the collar of Charles, who was lying in the hammock, and pulled him off the bed.
Regardless of the fact that his healed wound was bleeding again, he drew his sword and was about to stab him to death.
He no longer had the high spirits he had when he left Silver Deer Island three days ago. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was full of murderous intent.
"My Lord, you absolutely cannot do that!" Old Arnold hugged Xia Lan, who was about to kill someone, and tried his best to protect Charles, who was coughing.
The cause of the incident was that the merman Volor discovered that they had been circling in the sea, and the merman's sense of direction would not deceive him.
But he was not a professional sailor and did not know how to use complicated nautical charts, so there was a problem for those who followed the chart to find the way.
Charles was the only one who survived the pirate fight. Because of the strength of the bronze warrior, he recovered quickly.
With his rich sailing experience, he almost played the role of the first mate and became the only suspect who could deceive these laymen.
"Captain, I don't know what's going on. We might be caught in a storm..."
Before he could finish his words, Xia Lan punched him in the face, forcing him to swallow the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Delaine, Wodek, lock him up and don't let anyone get close to him. Be careful that he might mislead others."
Delane was holding his staff, a little overwhelmed, not understanding why he was asked to do this. However, Wodek was very straightforward and directly pulled Charles down.
Seeing that Delain was at a loss, Xia Lanshu shouted: "Why don't you follow him?"
Seeing that Xia Lan looked like she had eaten exploding lava crystal today, Delain had no choice but to turn around and follow her out with grievance.
"My Lord, what did you mean by killing each other?" asked the orc Good curiously.
Seeing that some things could no longer be concealed, Xia Lan sighed helplessly and spoke in a calm tone about how he had instigated Dole to assassinate his captain, Joseph, and how he had provoked conflicts among the pirates, including using witchcraft to influence people's minds and planning pirate wars...
However, he concealed the matter about Phaudis, and said that the information that Phaudis had found out through his dream, that Joseph's son's new father was Dole and that Joseph was greedy for money, was from a gossip.
Listening to Xia Lan's story, everyone's scalp went numb and a chill ran from the top of their head to their tailbone.
They had always believed that the pirate conflict was caused by uneven distribution of spoils, and with the blessing of the Lord of Truth, even Charles, the only survivor, believed it was an accident.
Unexpectedly, Xia Lan was the one who controlled everything behind the scenes. Even Joseph of Silver was killed by him.
Gradually, the people on the boat began to feel something more about Xia Lan: fear, a fear from the bottom of their hearts.
After everyone dispersed, Xia Lan returned to the captain's room and sat on a chair. He took a long breath and asked Arnold who walked in: "Does this trick work?"
"Of course there's no problem. These guys fear power but not morality. If you don't let them fear you, you won't be able to control them when something happens." Arnold stroked his beard habitually and said.
At this time, the anger on Xia Lan's face was gone as he was talking to Arnold. This was just a play between him and Arnold.
When the murloc Volor discovered that they were going around in circles, the first thing he thought of was not Charles's random instructions, but that he had encountered the most terrifying disaster in the Storm Sea, the Call of the Wind.
He did not make it public, but secretly told Xia Lan about this guess.
Upon hearing this, Xia Lan immediately called the experienced Arnold to discuss the matter.
This old fellow, who was in the same industry with him, should have seen what he had done on the ship, and since he had lived to such an old age, he might have come up with some good solution.
Sure enough, the old man frankly admitted that he knew that what Xia Lan chanted on the night of the gunfight was not a spell to dispel disaster, but a kind of soul-confusing witchcraft that affected the mind.
Sometimes quarrels do not necessarily lead to fights, and fights do not necessarily lead to murder, and the soul-confusing witchcraft serves to further aggravate the conflict.
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