Pirates: Dangerous Options in My Brain

Chapter 442: Marijoa War (Thirty)

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"hateful.."

"Carrick was shot by that woman just like that."

"We have been working with her for nearly twenty years, and she shot Carrick dead just because of such a small matter..."

The two guards who came out to look for food whispered with sorrow on their faces.

But after complaining, I quickly felt relieved.

Isn't this the character of the Celestial Dragons

That is to say, they were very good at observing people's words and expressions, which is why they were able to serve the Celestial Dragons for nearly twenty years without losing their lives.

But even so, living in fear every day and persisting as always for so many years, even if it were a robot, it would have been tortured to exhaustion, let alone a living human being

Just like Griff in CP0, the two Celestial Dragon guards were actually very excited when they were called to look for food.

Because they finally have a chance to stay away from those damn Celestial Dragons.

"It's normal for people to die on the battlefield. Even if she finds out that we're gone, she'll just think we were killed by the Revolutionary Army. She definitely won't think that we could swim away."

In preparation for this day, the two men, who had already mastered excellent swimming skills, had already taken off their armor one after another, threw them on the ground, and then ran shirtless towards the east coast.

at the same time.

A dim figure hidden in the darkness, after seeing the two guards running away, immediately came closer, picked up the armor that the two men had thrown on the ground, and chose one that was more suitable for his body shape and put it on. Then he nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left.

Not long.

Anasta was riding on the back of another slave with an unhappy look on her face. She was waiting for the return of the two guards with an empty stomach, while she kept kicking the slave's shoulder with her right leg in high heels.

Feeling the slave beneath her trembling constantly under her kicks and beatings, Anastasia's originally irritable mood finally became much more relaxed.

However, just as she was about to kick the slave's head twice more, a guard wearing armor and a helmet, carrying the corpse of a huge jackal on his shoulders, slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"Um?"

Seeing this, Anasta Palace stopped lifting her legs, glanced at the guard, then frowned and asked, "Why are you alone? Where's the other guy?"

"Oh...he acted separately from me, and he probably hasn't found any food yet, so he didn't dare to come back."

The guard spoke in a hoarse voice, and then threw the jackal corpse on his shoulder to the ground.

Anasta, whose stomach had long been growling with hunger, did not notice anything unusual. She just nodded and pointed at the guard in an imperative tone, saying, "Hurry up and prepare the meat. If I don't have fresh wolf meat within half an hour, you'd better get ready to meet your brother."

Of course, if the food doesn’t taste good after half an hour, she will shoot it directly.

"clear."

The guard responded, then took out a small knife and began to clean the hair off the jackal's body on the spot.

About half an hour later.

The huge piece of meat was sizzling as it was roasted over the fire. Seeing the yellow oil dripping onto the grass as the guards turned it over, everyone present, including Anasta Palace, almost subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

"Half an hour has passed." Anasta Palace said at this time.

"Just right, it's already been done."

The guard said as he took the piece of meat off and handed it to Anasta Palace.

Anasta took it and smelled the fragrant aroma. She took a bite without any hesitation.

The full juice suddenly splashed in the mouth. Feeling the tender and smooth flesh, Anastasia couldn't help but widen her eyes, revealing a little surprise.

It must be said that she had lived in the Holy Land for more than 30 years. Although she had been eating food made by the best chefs in the major seas all day long, this was the first time she had eaten barbecue with such a taste.

So I took two more bites right after that.

"Baji, baji, baji~~"

"Gurgle!"

After swallowing the barbecue, Anasta's eyes gradually became full of disbelief.

There was no way, because the barbecue tasted so delicious, so delicious that she almost wanted to swallow her tongue.

"How is it, Lady Anasta, the barbecue I made tastes pretty good, right?" the guard asked with a smile.

While asking, he continued to flip and grill several other skewers of meat, which made the other guards and slaves who were watching on the side couldn't help but drool a few more liters of saliva.

“It’s really good.”

Anasta Gong nodded with satisfaction, and then asked: "Who did you learn this skill from? Why didn't I know about it before?"

She wondered how come her guards had such amazing cooking skills, and she had never known about it. Why had she been eating such disgusting food for such a long time

The original idea of waiting for the other party to finish grilling the meat and then shooting him disappeared in an instant. Anasta Palace now made a plan that after this war is over, she will let this guy grill meat for her every night.

"Who did you learn it from? Of course, I learned it from the Navy's Thunder Admiral, Alfred Vivian."

At this point, the guard immediately stopped grilling the meat, picked up the spear on the ground, looked at Anasta Palace and said, "After all, his cooking skills are so good that even the five chefs in my family are ashamed of themselves."

As soon as the voice fell, Anasta Palace, who was eating meat, froze in place. She pointed at the guard with horror and asked in a stern voice: "You damn guy, you are not my guard, who are you?!"

"Me?"

He reached out and took off the iron helmet on his head, and a face that was very familiar to Anastasia suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Saint Musgarud?!"

The originally fearful look suddenly turned into confusion. Anasta Gong, who was a little relieved, patted her chest and said, "Why are you here? Did Lord Yinmu come to rescue us?"

"Lord Yinm? I don't think Lord Yinm will come."

Saint Musgarud said this, raising his spear high in the face of Anasta Palace's puzzled gaze.

"As for me, of course I'm here to see you off."

The words fell.

Chi!

The spear pierced through the open mouth and, along with the chewed wolf meat in the mouth, was firmly nailed to the tree trunk behind him.

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