Luo Zhengdao sighed and sighed, raised his hand and grabbed the chestnut short hair, and asked distressedly:

"What should we do?"

When he heard the sound, Forel Chopin did not say anything. In his opinion, who believed that he was a loyal executor of the order issued by the earl, how should he make decisions? Such matters should not be mixed with the personal opinions of his subordinates.

Among the audience, Vina Dubov had the status of an Earl Tutor, and she was responsible for teaching Luo Zhengdao. The half-elf-like beauty hesitated a little, rubbed her fair and slender fingertips and said:

"Will, with our strength, we can't deal with the goblins' pursuit fleet. Do you want to stay here and wait for them to come?"

Recalling the fires rising from the sky on Tahuna Island and the rolling smoke rising from the burning city, Luo Zhengdao's pupils were obviously magnified and he said with gritted teeth:

"Of course not, we have to leave Seland Island immediately. Fore, you go and gather the staff and berth the Yanwei at the dock. Vina, you come and allocate supplies. We will meet in the port later."

Twenty minutes later, Luo Zhengdao appeared at the dock panting. There was a busy scene with a surge of people everywhere.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hoist the wooden barrel onto the boat, we are about to set sail and anchor!"

Fow Chopin urged loudly that the busy sailors were like a group of hardworking little bees. In addition to bringing supplies onto the ship, they were also preparing for sailing. The sailors were tossing down the masts. Just pulling up those huge sails requires dozens of sailors to work together. Pushing the winch used to lift the anchor chain is a pure physical job. It is normal to sweat profusely after tossing and sweating.

Luo Zhengdao was eager to run away after receiving the news. He did not forget that since the two major matters of buying a ship and repairing, his pockets were facing the harsh reality of severe shrinkage. A penny could not kill the hero. When he was away, he would never be able to play with it. The cost of repairing a ship was not big, but the preparation project of the second-hand Yaling warship almost exhausted Luo Zhengdao's space bag, and purchasing cannons and ammunition was also a big expense. No wonder the Navy is a famous aristocratic army. A sixth-level battleship that can barely be regarded as a battleship made Luo Zhengdao, the exiled noble family, exhausted, and the expense of supporting the navy was evident. From now on, Luo Zhengdao would have to raise a hundred people and two ships under his command. If he could not enter, a mountain of gold would sooner or later be lost.

Fortunately, the servants who served the Earl Fulu family for generations have long been awakened. A retainer who claimed to be responsible for managing finances emerged from somewhere, providing Luo Zhengdao with a shortcut to becoming rich.

This island of Serland, praised by travelers of the Star Sea, is famous in the New World for its abundant spices. It can be used as medicine, seasoning and god-worshiping spices are hard currency that can be easily cashed out everywhere. Selling spices is undoubtedly a good deal that makes a lot of money.

Although he wanted to leave this place of right and wrong immediately, Luo Zhengdao slowed down and discussed countermeasures with his retainers. Finally, he decided to purchase spices as much as possible in the remaining time before departure and sweep goods at the exchange at the Port of Ambon. At this moment, the Chaoyong and Yangwei, which raised sails at the end of the pier, were aboard the Chaoyong and Yangwei, which were conventionally reserved for ships, except for the food, fresh water and alcohol, ammunition, ship repair materials and spare sail ropes and other navigational necessities, the remaining cabins were filled with strange spices such as pepper, nutmeg, cinnamon and many other names of Luo Zhengdao. I believe that these specialties from the stars and seas can make a huge profit.

The white sails bulged under the blow of Mana wind. The sixth-level battleship Yangwei slowly sailed away from Ambon Port. The deep and dark Ethereal Sea in front was slowly spreading. Luo Zhengdao, who stopped at the command platform, finally calmed down. What he was most worried about these days was that he was suddenly awakened from his dream by the rumbling cannons of the goblin fleet on a dark and windy night. At that time, he had no way to go to heaven and no way to the ground. Now that he could leave Ambon Port before the goblins chased him, he naturally felt a little more secure in his heart.

"Vina, where is the next port we are going to be docked?"

Hearing Luo Zhengdao's inquiry, the half-elf beauty next to her unfolded a beautifully painted parchment map, pointed to the waterway marks on it and said:

"Aru Islands. From here, turn to the outer sea, and you can enter the sea of ​​light in a few days. Those green-skinned beasts rarely travel such a long voyage. They are not familiar with the sea conditions here and may give up chasing."

Luo Zhengdao nodded without comment and quietly lamented that no matter which world you are in, the former owner of this body, Will Nidham, not only left behind the prominent identity of the N generation and a considerable family income, but also caused a lot of trouble for Luo Zhengdao. He really hopes that the goblins will not be so persistently entangled with him. I have never dug your ancestral grave, so I want to tease your wife! I guess humans with normal aesthetics cannot have such a heavy taste. You guys are so green-skinned like mad dogs who have to bite me. What kind of thing is this!

Whenever he thought of this, Luo Zhengdao could not help but feel depressed. He had not yet figured out the bad debts of the magic card master's inheritance and the curse of the Wilderness God, and the goblin jumped out to show his presence again.

These dirty things are mixed together, making people feel more upset the more they think about it. In the end, there is only a sigh. Luo Zhengdao said softly as if he was comforting himself:

"Is that so? I hope they really won't chase them!"

As he said that, Luo Zhengdao took out a card from his sleeve. This one was a one-star summoning magic card "Flame Bird". The pattern on the front of the card was a group of birds with red flames surging around him, gathering and playing on a dead tree branch.

In recent days, Luo Zhengdao has not spent all his spare time playing affair with half-elves. He has spent a lot of time studying the mysteries contained in magic cards. However, this operation method that is different from the current arcane system is too hidden and mysterious. Luo Zhengdao cannot ask others for advice publicly. He lets all his energy and think about it, but he still cannot understand how the power of magic cards can compete with the Wilderness God head-on. He is even so sad that he cannot correctly stimulate the power of the cards. These magic cards are no different from useless decorations in Luo Zhengdao's hands. It is really a dark bead.

But even though that is the case, if Luo Zhengdao gave up, he would be extremely unwilling to accept it. The iron-like cold reality was in front of him. The magic card master and the wild god were both injured. The curse on Luo Zhengdao was a clear proof, which was enough to prove that the magic card had powerful power comparable to the divine power, and could always encounter a murder. Controlling powerful power was an irresistible temptation that Luo Zhengdao could not resist.

The strong cannot die well, and the weak cannot live well. This is the common feature of most chaotic times. In comparison, as a strong person, he can at least live more nourishing. As for the fact that he cannot die well, even death is dead. How big is the difference between good death and necrosis?

Just as Luo Zhengdao was unimagining the confusing future, someone came running quickly not far away to replace Luo Zhengdao himself as the captain of the brig, Fol Chopin, who was promoted to the captain of the brig, was able to stand out as the only one. Zora Hegel, who had dark skin and moxie hair style, was suspected to have the blood of the Drow Elves, was appointed by Luo Zhengdao as the new sailor on the flagship Yangwei, and the commander of the military commander was a veteran of the honest and reliable seaman, Haier Pope, who was promoted by the sailors. The flagship gunner was served by the tutor Venna Dubov. The art of art of art is basically an application problem that combines instrument measurement and mathematical operations. For a qualified math teacher, understanding the tricks of ballistics is really not a high-tech.

The new sailor Zola Hegel trotted to Luo Zhengdao and said loudly:

"His captain, the lookout saw a ship following us."

Hearing the sound, Luo Zhengdao's body shook. He ran to the stern, pulled open the monocular lens and looked into the misty void behind him. Due to the limitation of the bad vision, he could only distinguish the outline of the sailboat looming in the distance. More details were that he could not see anything.

"What is the other party's identity?"

Holding the idea that there is no harm in trying it, Luo Zhengdao asked Zora Hegel casually. The sailor raised his head and looked at the mast building on the top of the main mast. Then he gestured a few more gestures. The lookout hand above also compared a few times. Then he said:

"The distance is too far, and the lookout hand cannot see clearly with a telescope. He only sees the shadows of two large ships. I don't know if there are other ships behind him."

Luo Zhengdao fully understood Zorra Hegel's implication. He sighed and put away the telescope, frowned and said:

"Well, I inform the lookouts to continue to pay attention to the abnormal conditions on the sea surface. This ship maintains its current course and its speed remains unchanged."

"Yes, Lord Captain."

As the saying goes, "Reading 300 Tang poems well, you can recite them even if you can't write poems. Earlier, Luo Zhengdao read too many time travel novels when he was in college. Although he read less later, he would not forget all the content he had read. He drew on the valuable experience of countless time travelers of his predecessors. From the beginning, he unswervingly claimed that he had lost his memory.

As expected, this killer move solved countless troubles and hidden dangers for him. In addition to those uncivilized wild tribes, patients as vulnerable groups can enjoy some preferential treatment. People think that Luo Zhengdao has a pitiful memory loss. Even if he asks some idiotic questions such as why the sun rises from the east, the other party can patiently answer them. Therefore, Luo Zhengdao's level of understanding of this mysterious new world has been raised from the idiotic level of frogs (not understanding! Don't understand!) to the relative mental retardation of monkeys (if they are fickle, they are still unaware of the number).

Given that Luo Zhengdao was severely mentally stimulated by the goblin fleet, he could not help but wonder if the goblin sent him to chase him. This is probably the sequelae of being bitten by a snake for ten years and fearing the rope!

He learned that the unidentified ship was following his side, and left the half-elf beauty who came to the stern deck to try to persuade his students. Luo Zhengdao, who couldn't help but start thinking about random things, reluctantly controlled his thoughts and slipped wildly towards the murderous paranoia. At least before he saw the other party showing his knife, he could still maintain a stiff smile that seemed calm.
Chapter completed!