"Captain, something bad has happened!"
Kahneman ran and crawled to Xia Lan, pointing his trembling fingers in the direction of the Silver Deer. His mouth was trembling, and after saying this, he could no longer utter a complete sentence.
Following his line of sight, the eyes of everyone on the boat, whether squatting, lying, standing or standing, began to glaze over.
"Is that hell?"
Wiping the cold sweat from his head, someone expressed his thoughts.
In the distance, layers of dark clouds piled up in the sky, as deep as ink, as if the whole world was covered with thick clothes, and as if the night was falling heavily. If this scene were to be depicted on a scroll, no paper could ever bear such grandeur.
Amid the roaring of the wind and waves, there was also thunder and lightning that made the heaven and earth tremble. The standing wall of clouds seemed to prevent the world from being torn apart.
In the black abyss stained by ink, waves almost as high as the Silver Deer appeared one after another, forming a vast landscape with peaks and shores interlaced.
"What are you panicking about?"
Xia Lan, standing on the bridge tower, held the hilt of his sword with a calm expression.
Today he was wearing a gorgeous aristocratic warrior costume embroidered with golden thorn patterns, and his black hair fluttered in the wind.
"Everyone, we'll be back to the atrium after crossing that stormy sea. Do you want to give up?"
Xia Lan swept his majestic gaze over the crowd and began to question.
"Can we take a detour?"
Someone in the crowd asked in a low voice.
"What do you think?" Xia Lan looked doubtful and made him swallow the next sentence.
"In addition to the twelve extraordinary people on board, we need to select another twenty warriors to face the storm on the deck to keep our ship on the right track. We also need to select another twenty reserve warriors to take over the position of the warriors on the deck if they are swept away by the storm.
It's a voluntary initiative. The first group to arrive in the atrium will receive an extra five gold coins. Reserves who go on deck will also receive five gold coins. Don't be discouraged if you don't have the chance to go on deck; you'll receive a consolation prize of one gold coin."
As soon as he finished speaking, many people signed up enthusiastically, but they all chose the reserve team. They probably hoped that they would get a gold coin for free by relying on their luck.
"Don't try to take shortcuts. Whoever hides in the cabin and refuses to come out will be killed!"
Xia Lan's word "behead" was accompanied by murderous intent, and those who wanted to take advantage of the situation were scared away and retreated. This made him nod with satisfaction.
"I want to go on deck."
A boy of fifteen or sixteen walked out of the crowd, his dirty face full of determination, followed by a boy about ten years old.
"If I die, give my reward and the gold coins I received after arriving in the courtyard to my brother. Take him and the gold coins to the pharmacist to make a potion that can cure his illness."
"Name?" Xia Lan's eyes did not show any emotion due to his words. She just asked the question as a routine matter.
"Acherius."
"Okay, I'll take him there myself, next one." After Xia Lan finished speaking, her eyes turned to the dodging crowd again.
"What are you afraid of? You'll just die. You wimp, worse than a child. Captain, my name is Chekhov. I'm all alone. If I die, just throw my share of the gold coins into the sea. Don't feel sorry..."
A shirtless, muscular, bearded man came out.
"Okay, next one." After this person finally finished speaking, Xia Lan started calling the next one.
“I’ll go…”
“I’ll go…”
Led by Acheris and Chekhov, the twenty people were finally gathered.
"Alright, to increase your chances of survival, I will teach forty of you the breathing technique. How many you can master depends on your understanding."
As soon as Xia Lan finished speaking, there was an immediate commotion.
In the Central Garden Continent, all knowledge is in the hands of the nobles, let alone the ability to achieve extraordinary breathing techniques.
When the breathing method is taught, the buyer will be required to sign a soul contract to ensure that the breathing method will not be passed on to others. Even if the breathing method is obtained accidentally without signing the contract, it will not be passed on casually for the sake of family competitiveness.
"Captain, I want to go on deck too!" shouted one of the people who had just retreated.
"We have enough manpower. There will be another chance next time." After hearing this, the man could only sigh in regret and retreat.
Although Xia Lan promised that after returning, everyone would have a share of the gold coins left by the pirates, and everyone could get two gold coins, which was enough to change everyone's lives, it could not achieve transformation.
But with the breathing method, there may be a chance to become a dog of some nobles.
Yes, in this world where the economy and the extraordinary are monopolized, the channels for the flow of talent are stagnant, and if commoners want to make a name for themselves, the only way is to become vassals of the nobles.
Otherwise, Frederick would have ended up like this. Although Red Beard, the underground king of Hailong City, paid a lot of tribute every year, he did not consider himself a dog of the nobles, so when the nobles cut the leeks, they would cut him together.
However, even if they want to be dogs, some people don't have the means. Some dogs that have been humans for generations are very protective of their food, so how could they let their owners favor others?
Xia Lan's words greatly aroused the enthusiasm of these people. Seeing this, he waved his hand again, and a flag rose and hung in the place where the pirate flag used to be.
After the occupation of the Silver Deer, the skull flag was taken down, and today, a new flag was raised.
On it is a ferocious dragon head howling towards the sky within a circle of thorns. Two silver deer antlers are placed under the thorn ring as decoration, like a small boat carrying everything above, sailing through the inky waves.
"That's me, the great Arthurs!"
Arthurs recognized the dragon above at a glance. It was blue, domineering, and handsome. Yes, it was him!
Great Arthurs!
The blue dragon flapped its wings excitedly and circled around the boat a few times. The way it looked at Xia Lan was no longer like a debtor as before.
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