"Captain... when are we going to blow this guy away? I really can't bear it anymore. You must not let me drink in the past two days. If I get drunk, I will definitely strangle that guy to death." Hans rolled his eyes. His body was bloodshot, and even as strong as he was, he still couldn't bear the dual torture of long hours of sailing work and Regnar's conspiracy.
"Okay, okay, I know you've been having a hard time these days, but if you bear with it as long as you can, you'll be fine when you arrive at Brisonis Outpost." The captain comforted him.
Hans cried sadly: "Can't we just let him go here?"
"Of course not, he must be sent to Brisonis." The captain simply refused. After thinking for a while, he said: "Don't worry, since they are ashore, the prisoners will naturally have to be chained and strengthened. Under supervision, I’m afraid he won’t have a chance to mess around again in the future.”
"How did this happen? The prisoners usually sent here are ordinary people who cannot inspire fighting spirit. Why did a warrior with level five fighting spirit sneak in this time?" First Officer Hans was still complaining.
"So he is not a prisoner." The captain said pointedly: "Okay Hans, it will be fine in two days. You can go back and rest. You have to travel tomorrow."
Hans took two more sips of wine, but before he could swallow the wine, he could only hear his stomach growling, followed by bursts of severe pain in his abdomen.
The captain raised his eyebrows unnaturally, and then watched Hans holding his stomach, muttering curses and rushing to the toilet with Regnar.
But not long after, Hans returned.
"What? Forgot to take toilet paper?" the captain joked.
"No, Captain." Hans's face turned pale. He completely ignored the captain's joke and said anxiously, "I suddenly thought that my bottle of wine was poured from the big barrel on the ship."
"Which big barrel?" The captain seemed to realize something.
"That's the one tonight."
The captain's expression changed, and he said decisively: "Recall all the crew outside immediately. You ask two people to follow me to the prison to take a look."
"Yes!" Hans stood at attention and answered without thinking, but the sharp pain in his abdomen bent his waist again as soon as he straightened up. In this state, he couldn't immediately "go into battle".
"Damn it, I'll go find the second mate and let him take care of it. You sort out your own affairs first, and then go to the cell to find me immediately." The captain quickly walked out of the door with his coat on the boat.
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That night, Regnar lay on the straw bed and tossed and turned unable to sleep. To be honest, he had been tortured quite a lot by Hans in the past few days.
"What the hell." Regnar was very dissatisfied with the performance of his carefully prepared secret medicine in the past few days. Because the medicine he gave Hans not only had the function of accelerating metabolism, but also made people calm and calm, and then became passionate again.
To put it simply, Regnar's medicine was made up of sweat potions, aphrodisiacs and laxatives. According to Regner's idea, his revenge should have been to find an opportunity to charm Hans, the big guy, and then slap a few big mouths on him and take away all the money he had. But to his surprise, the "Yinman Artifact" that was originally invincible in his hands didn't seem to work very well this time.
Regner recalled the "struggle process" of the past few days.
For the first time, he was responsible for delivering food to Hans, so he sprinkled enough food into Hans' food to charm two grown men. After eating that day, Hans rubbed his belly as if nothing had happened, then lay down on the bed and went to sleep.
The second time, Regnar found an opportunity to sprinkle enough into Hans' tea cup to charm ten people. Hans had a reaction that day, but it was just diarrhea, so Regnar, who had been paying attention secretly for a long time, was so angry that he threw the uneaten can into the toilet. Then that day, Hans, who was full of stench, scolded Regnar for some reason for no apparent reason, and then asked him to clean the toilet.
The third time, Regnar took advantage of the crew's inattention and poured all the potion into the rum barrel. However, since the crew was prohibited from drinking alcohol during the voyage, most of the bag of potion never worked.
Although this Mongolian sweat medicine was pieced together by Regnar from various narcotic laxatives and aphrodisiacs, it must be said that the medicine is still quite powerful. Regnar once used it to overturn a warrior with level 4 fighting spirit, and witnessed with his own eyes that warrior switched back and forth between three states: sleepiness, diarrhea, and burning desire all day long. However, when facing When Hans has level eight strength, this little powder can only play a role in treating diarrhea and diarrhea.
But just when he was too upset to sleep, Regnar suddenly noticed that the heads of the sailors guarding the door began to fall. It turns out that although the sailors abide by the regulations and strictly prohibit drinking on board, they still have to relax after more than ten days of sailing life.
So as usual, most of the crew members took two hours off, but a small number of sailors still had to stick to their posts. So, whether to compensate or to warm up from the cold weather, the captain allowed each sailor on watch to have two sips of strong rum. But this time the rum was sprinkled with Regnar's drug. Although this drug had no great effect on the eighth-level Hans, these fourth- and fifth-level sailors were not as strong as Hans, so the guards Most of the sailors in the cell were drowsy and weak, and they seemed to have been drugged.
Regnar quickly realized what had happened, and his heart began to beat violently. When he put the drug in the barrel, it was purely to vent his emotions, but he didn't expect it to be effective at this time.
He touched his hair. There were two slender wires here. The medicine bag that Regner had collected when he was imprisoned was not found. Naturally, the wires hidden in his hair were even less likely to be confiscated. These two wires were, in Regner's own words, "the guy who eats." Back then, in the slums of Melinder, almost all door locks had been broken open by him, the "guy who eats."
Regnar turned over gently and looked at his three "roommates". At this time, the snoring of the three strong men was earth-shattering, as if they could not sleep any longer. This was a good opportunity for him to sneak away, but Regnar still sighed, got up and walked to someone.
"Hey, hey." Regnar kicked him gently, but the man just let out a satisfied grunt and continued to snore loudly. Regna squatted down helplessly and patted his face, and the strong man finally woke up vaguely.
"Boss, what's going on? I'll pour the chamber pot tomorrow." The strong man was obviously very unconscious.
"What chamber pot to pour? Lori, let me tell you, this is a good opportunity to run away. If you don't want to be a slave, please get up and wake up Eamonn and Kilric." After finishing speaking, Regnar took off his hair. He pulled out the wire and began to fiddle with the lock.
The prisoner Lowry suddenly woke up after listening to his words. He looked at Regnar who was picking the lock, and then quickly stood up and woke up Eamon and Kilric.
It didn't take long for Eamonn and Kilrick to figure out the situation from Lowry, and at this time Regnar lived up to expectations and opened the door lock. The four of them tiptoed to the sleeping sailor and found the key to the shackles.
"Let's go, let's keep up with me." Although Regnar is young, if he really talks about his ability to hide and escape, he can be regarded as the ancestor of the other three.
"Boss, look, what are they going to do?" Emon pointed to other cells. Several prisoners had already woken up and were looking at Regnar and the four of them eagerly.
"Then let's let them out together. We can take advantage of the crowd to escape." Regnar threw the cell key to Eamon.
All prisoners were released from their cells and unshackled. But at this moment, Eamon picked up the sword beside the sailor and raised his hand to chop the sleeping sailor's neck.
Ding! Regnar threw an iron wire and knocked off the prisoner's sword. The iron wire mixed with vindictiveness was directly tied to the wall of the cell.
"What are you going to do?" Regnar asked coldly, staring at Eamon.
Eamon grinned: "Of course I will kill these sailors."
"They have been fascinated by me now. They are not a threat at all. The top priority now is to run away quickly and don't cause trouble for me." Regnar said in a boss tone.
Eamon snorted coldly: "These sailors will definitely come to hunt us down when they wake up. It would be nice to kill them now to save worry."
Regnar narrowed his eyes: "I don't allow you to kill anyone."
Eamon looked at the young man in front of him with a trace of pity: "Let me tell you, if I call you boss a few times, do you really think you have the final say? Apart from being able to fight, what else can you do?"
"As long as I can beat you until you can't fight back, that's enough." The weeds around Regna began to fly, obviously arousing his fighting spirit.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't think you are so great if you can inspire fighting spirit. You had a hard time dealing with the three of us before, but now that there are so many people, do you think I'm still afraid of you? Besides, we still have this." Eamon shook his head. Shaking the long sword in his hand
Regnar suddenly realized that the situation was not good. He found that seven or eight prisoners who had been released had picked up long swords and surrounded him, and their eyes were obviously malicious. Kilrick was among them, and the weakest one was Kilric. Lori, the most honest person, looked at Eamon in shock.
"Children like you, don't act like adults and act like a boss. Are you an idiot? How could I find out about Hans if I don't have any connections with other people? You weren't alert when I asked for information for you. What? Seriously, I've had enough of massaging this little brat like you." Eamon stared at Regna, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Are you crazy? Murder is a capital crime. If you are really caught, you won't even be able to be a slave!" Regnar's face turned pale.
"Hahahaha!" Eamon smiled crazily: "Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? How could we be exiled here if there were no lives on our hands? Can you make an exception for yourself? And slaves? You know the Eastern Continent? How high is the mortality rate of outpost coolies? Do you know what happened to those slaves who were sold to foreign races? If sold to orcs, they will be used as dry food, and if sold to dark elves, their internal organs will be extracted as sacrifices. Even if they are sold to Human beings also live a lowly life. How many lives are these? I don’t care about it a long time ago!”
"But I care, they are my subordinates." The captain's calm voice rang in the ears of all the prisoners.