Regnar wiped the sweat from his face and raised his head in confusion to look at the blue ocean. He had heard people talking about the sea before, but he had never seen it before, and he didn't believe that the place full of water that people talked about really existed. But now the boundless blue in front of him made him not believe it.
For Regnar, too many things had happened in the past few days. As an orphan, he has been working hard just to have enough to eat in the more than ten years since he was born. He has not seen much or thought about much. Everything was so simple and so difficult until he was chased more than ten days ago and hid in a noble mansion in a panic.
Regnar couldn't remember much about what happened after that. He knew that he paused for a while in the shadow corner under the tree. After confirming that the pursuers had gone away, the notorious "Skillful Little Thunder" from the Merindel slum faced a A sparsely defended aristocratic residence would inevitably be a source of frustration.
Just as Regnar was sneaking into the storage room, preparing to get some things back to sell for money, he suddenly felt someone hit him hard on the back of his head, and then he fell into a daze and lost consciousness. Before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear an old man muttering: "Grandma, if I am so poor, there will be thieves who will care about me."
When Regnar woke up again, he found that he was already in prison.
"The treatment is good, two meals a day in a single room and the black bread doesn't stink!" This was Regner's feeling on the first day of his life in the cell. He didn't look very frightened after his first time in prison. On the contrary, the bread and board treatment in the prison was like a paradise compared to the fearful life outside, so much so that Regnar once considered studying the criminal law of the Hawke Empire after leaving, and then getting a life sentence to prepare for his future." solid foundation".
But nine times out of ten things in the world are unsatisfactory. Regnar had not had enough of the prison food, so he was shackled in a daze and escorted to Coder Harbor with a large group of prisoners. Then within a few days, a group of prisoners boarded a transport ship. They heard that they were going to be sent to another continent.
To be honest, Regner has experienced more things in the past half month than he has experienced in the previous ten years combined.
Although Regnar was tired from running around all day long, he always only wandered around Merindel City. But now that he had walked out of the dirty sewers of Merindl City and left the putrid garbage dumps in the slums, what lay before him was a brand new world that was so huge that it was unimaginable. It turns out that outside the city of Merinder, there is such a vast plain, such a lush forest, and an ocean that is even wider than the plain, and there is even another continent on the other side of the ocean. When he realized this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Snapped! A whip soaked in water hit Regnar's back.
"Work hard for me, why are you looking around? If there is any garbage on the deck today, you will be whipped tonight." The imperial sailor with a sinister face said viciously.
Regnar frowned and rubbed his back, then continued to wash the deck honestly. The sailor nodded, seemingly satisfied with Regnar's obedience. He received such a severe whipping at such a young age but did not cry or yell. He seemed to be an honest and obedient guy. But just as he walked away arrogantly, Regnar stared at his back faintly, and then
He winked at a prisoner next to him and pointed at the sailor.
If anyone from the slums of Merindle had been present, they would have known that the sailor was in trouble. Based on years of experience, anyone who is stared at by "Skillful Little Thunder" will inevitably be miserably beaten by this skinny little brat - sooner or later.
As night fell, Regnar sat on the grass bunk and stretched out comfortably. Under his knees, a burly man with a height of 1.9 meters was beating him with a low eyebrow.
legs, while another prisoner rubs his shoulders behind him.
Regnar rubbed his back and said, "I asked you to check the sailor's name today. Did you find it?"
The last prisoner in the cell, the prisoner whom Regnar winked at during the day, replied: "I found out, that guy's name is Hans. He is popular because he is loyal to the captain and is generous. He is now the first mate on the ship. But. Boss, I have also inquired. This Hans himself is an eighth-level warrior. Boss, although you can take care of the rest of us easily, you are really at odds with Hans... Boss, don't blame me for speaking directly, I'm afraid you are just for free. "
"Shit, you said he's an eighth-level warrior and I'm still fighting with him? It's just that this Hans seems to have disliked me since he set sail. I always have to vent my anger. But why? Will the crew's management of the prisoners be so relaxed after boarding the ship?" Regner asked.
The prisoner explained with some embarrassment: "Boss, you have also seen that although the three of us are strong, our combined weight is only a little. I am afraid that one of the sailors on the ship can beat more than a dozen of us, and it is said that the captain of this ship But for an eighth-level mage, if this is the case, all of us prisoners and sailors combined will not be able to defeat him alone. In addition, we are at sea now and we have no place to run, so the management on the ship is naturally much looser."
"Tch, such powerful people were sent to escort the prisoners. No wonder these sailors seemed so confident. But... this is just right." Regnar touched the small paper bag he kept close to his body and was glad that his treasure was not taken away. , then waved his hands to indicate that he was going to sleep, and then the massage duo immediately started to tidy up his bed, while at the same time flattering him with words such as "Boss is mighty" and "Kill Hans to death".
Although the scene of three tall men surrounding a thin boy who was only in his teens, trying their best to flatter and call him boss, should have been quite weird and funny. But there is nothing the three of them can do. The rule that the one who can fight the most is the boss is not only prevalent in the slums, but also in the prison cells. Who made this seemingly weak guy so capable of fighting
Thinking back to the time when the three of them discovered that the fourth inmate turned out to be a thin little boy, they all thought that this time someone would make the bed, massage him, and pour water for washing his feet.
But after a while, they were shocked to realize that the three muscular men together were no match for this kid. Once the fighting spirit was aroused, it would make people unable to open their eyes. Fortunately, because of the supervision of the sailors on the ship, the kid did not do anything cruel. Hit yourself with your hands. So, the three of them decided after some "friendly" discussion that the second child would be responsible for tidying up the boss's bed, the third child would be responsible for massaging the boss, and the fourth child... would be responsible for pouring water for the boss's feet...
The three of them finished tidying up and breathed a sigh of relief after watching the little ancestor fall asleep. They each tidied up their own beds to prepare for bed.
The next few days were still calm, but the sailors found that their awed first mate was not in a good mood during this time. Although he has made a lot of fools of himself these days, such as slipping down the stairs and rolling down the stairs; for example, he has been having diarrhea recently; for example, one of his pants is inexplicably split one after another. But it’s not like it’s such a big deal, right
These days, as long as the prisoners are careless in the slightest, they will be kicked by the first mate. The most pitiful one is the little boy named Regnar. The first mate seems to have to deal with him no matter what happens.
Nowadays, both sailors and prisoners are living cautiously under the wrath of First Mate Hans. Someone once suggested that the captain should persuade the first mate, but the captain just smiled and perfunctory and did not take it seriously at all.
The days passed like this day by day. After sailing on the sea for thirteen days, people finally arrived at the Hawke Empire's seaport on the eastern continent - Lormi Seaport on the morning of the fourteenth day. The town of Roermi next to the seaport of Roermi has the first supply depot for the prisoner transport team in the eastern continent. Both food and utensils are well prepared. There are also dormitories and prisons for the transport team to rest temporarily, and then the captain stays. A dozen sixth- and seventh-level masters guarded the prisoners, while the rest were given two hours of leave to go to the town for recreation.
That night, while most people were out, the first mate knocked on the captain's door.
"Captain, I can't bear it anymore, I'm going to beat that kid!" Hans couldn't help shouting as soon as he entered the room.
"Hey, calm down Hans, sit down first and let's talk about what's going on." Unlike the tall and thick first mate Hans, the captain is a very elegant man, and there is no trace of the traces of years of sailing on his face. Traces of weather and frost.
Hans took out the hip flask from his arms and took two sips of strong rum. He then said, "Regna, this brat is so disgusting. If I keep pretending to be stupid like this, I feel stupid. I want to beat him." he!"
"What's wrong with him? Didn't he just make you fall a few times, have diarrhea a few times, and sew a few patches? But this little guy's work is so beautiful that few people on the whole ship can notice it." The captain sighed.
"This is nothing!" the first mate felt itchy with hatred.
With a smile in his eyes, the captain asked curiously: "Oh? Aren't these nothing?"
"Of course! There are many things you don't know!"
"For example?"
"For example..." Hans looked a little embarrassed, but he gritted his teeth and said, "For example, he gave me laxatives and threw cans into the pit from outside while I was having diarrhea..."
After hearing this, the captain was stunned for a long time before imagining Hans's expression when the iron lump flew into the pit and splashed a wave of yellow water. It must be an expression of anger mixed with despair, and despair mixed with desolation, right? He murmured: "I asked you why you always smell bad these past two days..."
Hans was silent for a while and then said: "Then he secretly smeared a layer of chili sauce on my clothes while I was drying them..."
"I wonder why the cook has been complaining that the special chili sauce he brought was used up quickly these past two days..." The captain murmured with dull eyes, and then couldn't help but sigh that the kid's one-stop service was really ruthless.
Hans wanted to say something more, but the captain interrupted him and said: "Okay Hans, although that kid is teasing you, don't you also deal with him less? The look on your face when you asked him to clean the toilet made you want to let him go. He licked the toilet clean, I could see it clearly."
"But that's because the kid hit me first!" Hans argued.
"Isn't he punishing you because you whipped him twice in the beginning?" the captain asked back.
"Hell! If you hadn't ordered me before, why would I provoke such a little devil?" Mate Hans almost collapsed.