The one-eyed pirate didn't know what was going on in the old man's mind, and he was still winking and smiling at the others.
Abigail couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked him with her leg, cursing in a low voice, "Be honest."
At this time, the handsome and indifferent young man raised his hand and took off his hat... The eyes of the pirates suddenly widened. "His" hat had neatly rolled silver hair, and his crimson eyes were a well-known symbol of the Roland people. On top! An unimaginably absurd guess appeared in the minds of the pirates.
"Gentlemen," said the "noble master" with silver hair and red eyes, and glanced at everyone in the cubicle, "good evening."
"Evening, evening... good evening!"
The pirates answered in a stumbling manner as if they were sleepwalking. The next moment, the first officer woke up like a dream, jumped up from his chair, and looked at his boss and then at the silver-haired youth in horror. His voice abruptly turned eight tunes, and he almost bit his own tongue.
"... Her Majesty the Queen?"
Abigail sighed, and looked at the Queen helplessly: "Please allow me to apologize for their rudeness, Your Majesty."
There was a "crackling" sound of the chair falling, and just now one guy who was out of shape jumped up one after another, cleaning up the mess on the table in a panic, and trying hard to make himself look like a dog. The queen shook her head with a smile, and raised her hand to interrupt their actions.
"Let them stay there, take it easy, gentlemen." The queen said kindly, and pulled out an empty chair, and sat down at the gaming table. Sorry. Want another game?"
The pirates looked from her to Abigail.
What a rare chance to gamble with the queen, a feat of heroism that lasts a lifetime! The unruly and adventurous factor in the pirate's nature began to move around.
"Don't be so stern, Abigail." The Queen picked up a deck of cards from the table, and when she reached out, her sleeves were pulled up, revealing a pale and delicate wrist with thin and lonely wrist bones. She didn't look back, but she seemed to guess what Abigail looked like at the moment, and there was a bit of a smile in her voice, "It's a rare and beautiful night, isn't it?"
"All right… "
Abigail reluctantly agreed, and was about to come and sit down beside the queen.
"Your Majesty," the first mate was about to applaud his bravery, and he said abruptly against Abigail's flying eyes, "We don't dare to gamble with the boss."
The queen turned her head, looked at Abigail's face for a while, and nodded in agreement: "It makes sense."
Suddenly, Abigail had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next moment, the first officer and the others said in unison: "Can you let her go out and wait for a while?"
boom.
Abigail stood on the long corridor of the underground casino, staring dumbfounded at the group of bastards who had eaten their heart and leopard's guts and closed the door in front of her. For a moment, he didn't know whether to pull out the Mashto knife and go in to deal with these bastards, or whether to believe that Adele knew it well.
Facing the door in a daze for a while, Abigail cursed "little bastard" angrily and amusingly, and leaned helplessly on the corridor, swinging a knife and flower and began to wait.
…………………
The lights in the room flickered on and off, and the pirates didn't get carried away as Abigail thought. On the contrary, they were more serious than ever, sitting upright at the table, and by the candlelight, they transformed from the cowardly and cheap house dogs when they faced Abigail into a pack of xenophobic wolves.
His eyes are serious, with scrutiny.
"Abigail has a good crew."
The Queen wasn't surprised, she shuffled the cards calmly.
Cards were originally a court game for nobles. Before printing was popularized, court craftsmen needed to hand-draw playing cards for the nobles and decorate them with gold powder and precious stones. Expensive ones are even carved with ivory. However, after the invention of the movable type mechanical printing press in the fifteenth century, this court game quickly became commonplace.
Right now, the queen is holding a pair of "civilian playing cards" with coastal characteristics. There are four suits on the back of the cards: sailing ships, sharks, sailors and lighthouses.
The mate snipped the wick of the candle, and the flame flickered, at first dimmed, then brighter than before.
"No way," said the first mate, and he pulled out the dagger from his waist, and the cold light of the dagger flashed in the candlelight. He stuck the dagger into the table and raised his eyes, "Our boss is actually an idiot."
To expect much respect from a band of lawless pirates to the Queen of the Empire is utter folly.
Be it the first officer or the other pirates, Abigail's will is more important than the conditions offered by the royal family in these few battles. The real meaning of the "uncrowned king" of the Rose Strait is that in the Iron Cross Pirates, Abigail is the one and only existence, and the crew followed her like their own monarch.
"Many of us were thrown to other pirate groups at the beginning, and they didn't know how to look at them. It was the boss who scolded us while picking us up. Without the boss, there would be no Iron Cross Pirates today, so what does the boss want to do? We all follow her." The first mate stared at the dagger on the table, "I just want you to understand that although she has no family or caravan, she is not alone."
"You're worried about me using her as a pawn, aren't you?"
The queen asked softly, and her tone was completely opposite to her sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.
In front of such gazes, the pirates obviously had a large number of people, but they felt that they were the one being tortured. The oppressive force brought by the Queen's calm tone was even greater than that of any fleet they had faced before. Her majesty is hidden in her calmness, like tides coming one after another.
"Yes." The first mate gritted his teeth and said, "You want our boss to go to the battlefield, and few people who go to the battlefield have never had a good end. If you want to take our boss away, we have to make sure that you won't just go to the battlefield Use her casually as a pawn - don't big shots like to play this game? Let her die and become a messy victim."
"If you do this, we will avenge her even if we try our best."
Without saying a word, the other pirates on the table drew out their knives together and inserted them into the table.
"Have you thought about the consequences of such a move?"
The queen raised her eyes casually, her eyes were long and restrained, the outer corners of the eyes were slightly raised, the corners of the eyes were straight, and the ends were slightly raised. In the dark, it is like a cold knife with a slightly exposed edge, restraining indifference and implying strength.
The pirates' daggers suddenly became dim in her eyes.
"Thought about it." Although the first officer was still looking at the queen, cold sweat had begun to appear on his forehead, "but if you blame the boss for this, then you are not worthy of her allegiance. Then even if you turn around and be thrown into the sea by her, Or if you throw us to the guillotine, our lives are not in vain."
He put his hands on the table.
"Please don't blame the boss and the other brothers, this is what I meant. After this gamble is over, I can cut off my own head to apologize."
The seven gold coins held between the fingers of the first officer's hand were neatly swept out, and they were nailed in a row on the table, as straight as a battle line.
"Not everyone is qualified to make our boss work hard, nor is anyone qualified to command the Iron Cross Pirates."
"please."
……………
Time ticked by, and Abigail turned and turned in the hallway, waiting and waiting.
There were faint sounds of shouting cards the size of cards in the room, mixed with the bang bang bang bang of wine bottles being thrown on the ground. Abigail grew irritable. The reason she forbade those guys to gamble was because they were a bunch of thugs who gambled. Ordinary people are no match for them at all.
After cursing a few words, and hearing another wine bottle being thrown to the ground, Abigail finally couldn't bear it, knocked open the door, and broke in.
"Give me enough moderation—"
Abigail's voice was stuck in her throat, and she looked at the situation in the gaming room in astonishment.
The wine bottles were thrown all over the floor, and the pirates were also lying on the floor in a mess. A few drunks hugged the corners of the table, ouch, yelling the name of their sweetheart, yelling how much that bastard owed. The coins have not been returned. The only pirate who still insisted on sitting at the table was the first mate, but he was already flickering.
Their polar opposite is the Queen.
Each of her cuffs was neatly buttoned, only a thin wrist was exposed, and her whole body was still as precise as a gear. Sitting among a group of drunks is like a pale and silent but terrifying sword. After Abigail came in, she stood up and nodded slightly towards the first officer opposite.
"Boss..." The first mate gave a thumbs up and smirked, "Your vision is really good, I... I'm convinced..."
Gambling, the most important thing is the heart.
The reason why the pirates have repeatedly been blacklisted by the casino is because they are a group of desperate desperadoes who can continue to bet on the dagger without changing their face. Few people can resist their aggressive momentum, and the losers in the end are not lost in calculation and technology, but in courage.
But today the group of outlaws met their most formidable opponent.
They thought they were crazy enough, and all their confidence was crushed by the silver-haired queen's calm report and invariable tone tonight. They drew demonstration knives, and she made them toys by doing just one thing—she randomly pulled out a gun and put it on the table.
—Put it away, in the end I lost and I did it myself.
"Let's go." The queen put the little rose back on her belt, and smiled at Abigail, "They won't bet for a while."
Abigail glanced at the pirates, then at the queen, and tried to say something but didn't. It was getting late, she could only take the queen back to the palace first.
After the queen and Abigail left, the first mate sat in the room, staring at the candle stupidly, and opened his mouth.
"Boss, your choice is correct."
he said softly.
In the last round, the queen draws a card, puts it on the table, and pushes it towards him. After he turned over the cards, he had to draw out his dagger to fulfill his promise.
"Let your head stay in its original place." She stopped him, "Don't worry, she won't be a victim of death in vain, she will become the proud Marshal of the Empire."