April is the season for fishing moratorium.

Fishing boats cannot be salvaged in offshore fishing grounds. If you want to get some harvest in this season, you have to go to the far sea.

In previous years, fishermen at Labu Port often sailed far and wide during this season, but in April this year, the fishermen could only squat in the small nests of the port, without the courage to go to sea.

"Ghost Ship in Quiet Seas".

The legend of ghost ships adjacent to the sea has lasted for nearly half a year. In half a year, countless merchant ships from New Orway Port to Rab Port were robbed. The navy also went out to sea to find ghost ships, but the ghost ships were extremely cunning and could always escape from the distance early, just like someone informing me.

It is not without naval ships caught the ghost ship, but every time two or three small ships encountered the ghost ship, the navy was stunned: the "ghost ship" with a size of several times their ship was clearly a large ship with a combat patrol level!

Did they catch the ghost ship or the ghost ship catch them?

The small destroyers of the Navy were so scared that they turned around and ran away, and they didn't even dare to touch the cannons.

Although there have been no cases of fishermen attacking so far, some fishermen even received "gifts" from ghost ships - the ghost ship bombarded a sea demon shark more than 30 meters long, but did not drag it away, which made it cheaper for passing fishermen.

But the experience of those robbed merchant ships was too miserable, and the fishermen did not have the courage to go and gamble.

And the initiator of all this, the "Solconan Military Academy Fleet", is floating leisurely on the sea surface of the quiet sea.

The Goddess of Dawn Class Battle Tour dropped several small boats, and the students and sailors sat on the small boats and were having a fishing competition. The competition had been going on for nearly an hour, and the one who had harvested the most was a half-leopard man, who had harvested two large frame fish.

Before starting fishing, Gewuff, a master of artillery on the boat, swore that he was the best fisherman in his class. He usually went fishing by the river on weekends, but at this moment he was the only "air force" with no harvest.

Qing Evans lay on his back on the carving pillar where the leader grew out of the hull, with one leg raised on the other leg, covering his face with the captain's cap and humming a little song in his mouth.

Since they snatched the navy's ships disguised as pirates and embarked on this "no return road", the desire to rob has become uncontrollable.

From the initially only one ordinary military ship to the current Dawn Goddess Class Battle Cruise, three Flying Swallow Class destroyers, and one Rook-class cruiser, it took them less than five months, and the number of crew members has expanded from the initial number of people on a squad on the merchant ship to nearly two hundred people today.

This included some students who also belonged to the "Southern Constraint Plan". At first they didn't understand why their classmates gave up the pioneering of deserted islands and turned to "descend" to pirates.

Some of them even yelled that it would be impossible to get on a boat and be a pirate. Even if they die, they would jump into the sea to feed sharks, they would never!

But when they saw the pirate ship returning with enough wine and food, they threw away the manuscripts and hoes in their hands, resolutely boarded the boat, and lived a life of pirates who were full of wine and food without starving.

It smells so good.

Another part of the crew was the "orc slaves" transported from the Port of New Orway to the Port of La Rochelle in the south - of course, the slaves were just labels that they had been temporarily added in the past, and now they can proudly say that they are a member of the "Solconan Military Academy Fleet" and an excellent crew.

“I have no problem with my choice.”

Evans was not guilty of his behavior of "falling into the sea as a bandit" in anger, but was complacent.

Although they are pirates, they will not rob fishing boats, nor will they rob the chamber of commerce merchant ships that go out to sea normally.

They have only three targets:

1. Pirates on the route to La Rochelle to Port New Orway.

2. The Navy of New Orway Port, or the pirate disguised as a navy to the southern nobles.

3. Merchant ships that secretly transport half-orc slaves.

"What is the South's plan to restrain the troops, one is to train troops, and the other is to restrain the South." He said to Jais, who was selected as his deputy and good at Hawkeye, "We have now eliminated pirates, trained the abilities of graduates, and attacked the southern nobles disguised as pirates, and blocked their trade routes for slaves. Isn't this perfectly in line with Solconan's expectations?"

"I heard you say that... it seems that we did it right." Jais always felt something was wrong, but he frowned and couldn't think of the answer.

"Of course I'm right. So I'm the captain, you're the deputy." Evans just patted his shoulder and then went to work on his own affairs.

And now.

The fishing competition below has come to an end, baskets of fish have been sent into the kitchen, and the hot fish soup is on the table. After nearly fifteen days of wind and rain, this rare sunny day is of great significance to them and is suitable for a dinner on the deck.

"Cheers to our current life!"

Evans raised his wine glass and toasted the crew members. He drank the wine in the glass and the whole fish feast officially began.

But before he sat down, his deputy Jais ran out of the cabin and called him into the cabin.

"What's wrong? News comes from Port Rab?"

"It's the news from the insider of the Third Fleet." Jaiss handed Evans a piece of parchment full of water marks.

The water marks on the parchment are long and short, and different lengths indicate different meanings. If Cyril is here, he will definitely be able to recognize it at a glance. This is the water mark letter paper produced by the Solconan "Gresey" family. The two parties holding the letter paper can communicate through the water mark.

By the way, Water Scar Poster is also among the [Top Ten IQ Taxes of Huiyao Road]. Each Water Scar Poster priced at ten Gentry has strict environmental requirements, that is, the environment in which both parties are located and the distance between each other must be very abundant. More importantly, all it can do is to convey information.

But the problem is that players have chat boxes.

The long and short traces on the paper are not complicated to read. It is precisely because of the news of this "insider" in the Third Fleet that Evans can avoid the rounding up of the naval fleet and find the noble private troops disguised as pirates.

"Now, a delegation will...go to New Orway Port... is the Duke's personal choice..."

"The Duke of Marcellus's mission is going to New Orway Port?" Jaiss was vaguely uneasy. "Have the Southern nobles turned against him so blatantly?"

"The parliamentary change in New Orway Port is imminent, and they probably want to gain more resources in New Orway Port." Evans analyzed calmly, "The trade in La Rochelle's south is very important to New Orway Port, and New Orway Port will not give up the opportunity to obtain more benefits from La Rochelle."

"It would be fine if it was normal commercial trade, but if they wanted to strengthen cooperation in the slave trade..." Evans tapped the table with his finger, "It was not good news for La Rochelle or for us."

"If they were allowed to reach a consensus, pirates like us who interfered with their money would definitely focus on their efforts to clear them. Although the ocean is vast, if we are pursued, our result will be only a lifetime of death."

"So we..." Jais asked tentatively, "Can't that noble delegation be allowed to arrive at New Orway Port smoothly?"

"I think that's the case." Evans took a deep breath, "Let the captains of the ships on the deck come over for a meeting. We have work to do."

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April in Silicia has long been sinking into a lush greenery.

The sound of birds in the morning awakened people early. Caroline held her hair in a mess. Before she could open her eyes, she got up from the bed, rushed to the calendar hanging on the wall, and drew a big hook on it.

Then she went to another small bed in the room, shook the cat girl Tiffany hard and woke her up, shouting to her cat ear:

"Tifani, get up! It's a new day, and it's another day closer to Cyril's return!"

"Caroline... don't make a noise..." The cat girl waved her tail, kicked her legs, curled up again, and covered the quilt on her head.

"Let you make fun of it without sleeping at night." Caroline found the position of Tiffany's butt, patted her left and right twice, then jumped out of bed and started washing.

Caroline has been in such a diligent and self-disciplined life for fifteen days. She has to go out early and then go to the newly opened "Master's House" in Siliki to listen to various mages discussing issues.

About a month ago, more than a dozen mages came to Siliki. Atsk Angels specially organized an area for them, built a laboratory and a single-family living building, which is now collectively called the "Master's House".

The Mage House is not open to the public, but who is Caroline? Even if she is not the lord's kissing little cotton jacket, just relying on her cleverness and cuteness is enough to allow the mages to agree to her entry into the Mage House.

What's more, she does have excellent magical talent.

She was wearing light brown deerskin boots and a warm little jacket. Although the spring in Siliki is very warm, the laboratory of the Mage House is getting colder and warmer. If the mage stretches out his hand, the temperature in the room will change a few times.

Caroline walked into the red-roofed white wall with a small leather bag on her back. The exterior wall had already climbed up the green vines, and entered the central laboratory with familiarity.

The decoration and decoration in the house is not serious, but it is like a tavern. Behind a counter is a blackboard for people to write, and in front of the counter are round tables and wine barrels are piled up in a convenient place. Just reach out and you can pour yourself a glass of wine.

Generally speaking, the mages who publish the thesis today will write down their own opinions behind the counter and draw the corresponding spell model. After the mages at the round table discuss, they will take turns to come to the stage to put forward their opinions based on the topic and display their spells.

Such spell seminars are a very common mode of mutual learning among mages in the wild. Compared with the "mentor-oriented" model in the mage tower, they are more free and open.

Early in the morning, most of the mages in Siliki were gathered in the house. When Caroline entered the house, the spell seminar had already begun.

"Today I want to continue discussing the last topic. I always think that the earth-type spells are not as limited as you think..."

Standing behind the counter is the rare dwarf mage, Jeff Oak. He needs to step on a stool to reveal his head.

"If we cast the gravel crash in the mode of chain lightning..."

"Jeff, you're talking nonsense again!" Someone was already screaming in the audience. Jeff immediately blew his beard and stared at him, "I'm talking nonsense? Bernard, tell me clearly, why am I talking nonsense? Look at what's wrong with my spell model drawing? If it's limited energy supply, the area with abundant earth elements can be much more than the area with abundant thunder elements!"

"But the heavy nature of the earth element itself makes it impossible to cast like chain lightning." The named mage Bernard replied calmly, "The earth element will stack and become a entity, and be arranged in the chain lightning, which will only produce a one-time attack stone pillar, and these stone pillars fall from the sky. Anyone who is smart can avoid it, right?"

"Then I will use the rock wall to encircle them all and then smash them down. I see who can hide!"

"It's coming again and again. You need two spells to complete and they solve it in one chain of lightning. So why choose your method?"

"Wow, go out and fight alone!"

"Do you want to take action if you can't fight? Don't you think about it, I know that your starting style is a rock-breaking junction. I will open the aura shield and rebound your attack."

"Then I will rebound the attack you bounce back!"

The two mages were quarreling, and today's spell seminar obviously had gone wrong from the beginning. But Caroline held her face and listened with relish, and even wanted the two mages to fight immediately-

Until a knock on the door sounded at this moment, the door was pushed open and Atsk Angels appeared inside the house.

"Gentlemen, I think there are some things that require you to help." Atsk looked at the mages who were basically present with a smile on his face.

"The battle between the two young masters of the O'Connor family may affect our territory. There are rumors that they intend to use the plains of Phil's corps to start the battle."

He said, his voice gradually becoming low: "I think Lord Lord, I would not be happy to see that when he came back, the territory was damaged by holes and trauma."

"And you guys, you probably don't want the territory that can provide yourself with such a free environment to be harmed, right?"

Atsk Angels said with a smile, his approachable expression made all the mages present, who were only one step away from the professional level, feel inexplicably panic.

"So I hope that you can follow the Siliki army at the right time to let the two arrogant young masters of the O'Connor family get to know each other..."
Chapter completed!