days in the world of pirates

Ovie, the royal city of the Kingdom of Scandinavia, has a large public port in Antwerp.

This port is the window for communication between the royal city and the outside world. It is a place where nobles, wealthy merchants, and some wealthy tourists visiting Ovie stop.

The port of Antwerp is divided into several areas, no, it should be said to be divided into two areas.

One is a port specially designed for docking nobles, world government officials, navy and other high-ranking VIPs. Other people's ships cannot dock in this area.

This area is called the first area. It is the best port area in the entire royal city near the sea. It is well-deserved first in terms of draft, channel, and ability to withstand wind and waves.

The second area separated next to it is a little worse.

The riots in the Royal City have not yet affected the port area. This is the backbone of the Royal City's economy, so it is tightly defended.

If it weren't for the coming blizzard, many people might have fled here.

Now, obviously there is no such idea.

There is still a possibility of survival if you stay here. If you go to sea in such a snowstorm, you don't know how you will die.

However, under the wind and snow.

A sloop appeared staggeringly on the sea near the port. There was only a burly figure on the boat, covered with a layer of snowflakes, steering the ship towards the port.

Finally, the boat struggled through the wind, waves and the obstruction of other ships docked at the port, and docked on the shore of the second area of ​​​​the Antwerp port.

The tall and burly figure fixed the boat, picked up a package and jumped onto the shore. He shook off the snow on his body, revealing that he was covered by snowflakes.

The gray head, ferocious face and scars on his face make him look like a character who is not easy to get along with.

It was Moto Risti who had resigned as commodore.

Since he had a conflict with Mawson at the Navy Headquarters more than half a year ago and suffered a disastrous defeat, he resigned from the post of Commodore.

Later, he came to the New World to investigate the news about the pirate group that escaped from him at that time.

During this period of time, there was constant news about Mawson, and he was already aware of what the other party was doing in the Chambord Islands.

Only then did I realize that I was really humiliating myself.

If he had been stationed there, he would not have been able to achieve such an achievement, and he had long since given up his prejudices.

For him, who has been fighting pirates for most of his life, his most important obsession now is to catch the pirates who escaped from him before resigning from his position.

He has spent more than half a year on this. He originally thought that a small character like the other party would be quickly eliminated by the cruel environment here after entering the new world.

Unexpectedly, the other party gradually grew stronger. He also traveled to many places before discovering this information.

Now, I finally caught some of my own tail.

Risti looked at the place where the light of fire and the sound of fighting came from the royal city.

He whispered to himself: "Is this your trick again? Hughes Lore."

Tightening the package tightly, he stepped on the snow-white ground and headed towards the royal city.

Rows of footprints appeared, but were quickly covered up by the wind and snow, leaving no trace.

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In the waters outside the Kingdom of Scandinavia, three warships led by Mawson docked quietly on the sea.

Less than a mile in front of them was a violent blizzard, and the violent waves were even more than ten meters high.

It is obviously not difficult to capsize a few warships.

This is the new world!

Don't be too surprised if anything happens in this sea area.

Because no one can predict the climate here.

"Captain Cecil, according to your calculations, how long will it take for the snowstorm to stop?"

Mawson stood on the sunny naval deck, looking at the area in front of him that looked like the entrance to hell and asked the navigator on the side.

Cecil and his navigation team are also urgently calculating various data.

In order to obtain a more accurate calculation.

This kind of sudden extreme weather condition is not like normal conditions. It can be distinguished according to the intensity of the snowstorm, whether it is still beginning to weaken, etc.

Because they come suddenly and go suddenly.

It is almost evening now, and staying on the sea for a while will increase the risk.

"Your Majesty, Major General, according to our calculations, this snowstorm is expected to last for another half hour to an hour."

Several people had an urgent discussion for a while and came to a general conclusion.

Cecil quickly ran over to salute and report.

"Half an hour? It's not that long." Mo Sen stood quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Tell me, if the weather is like this and there are ships sailing in it, what are the chances of something happening?"

Before Cecil could speak, the old demon on his shoulder had already spoken.

"This kind of weather is not my fault. One ship will sink, one will sink, two ships will sink, and a couple will sink. If they don't sink, they must have an affair with the goddess of fate."

"Your Excellency Major General, Your Excellency Yao Gui is right. Unless you have the blessing of Poseidon, the consequences of entering will be disastrous."

Cecil thought that Mawson was planning to take risks, and his answer also meant a subtle reminder.

The old demon gave Cecil an approving look on Mo Sen's shoulder: "You are very polite and discerning, and I like it very much."

Mo Sen ignored the narcissistic old demon. He whispered to the extreme weather in the distance: "That's good. It seems that even if there are any pirates, they won't be able to escape for a while."

"Tell me to go down and rest for half an hour, and prepare to fight in half an hour."

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In the inner city area of ​​the royal city, the soldiers of the kingdom were fighting fiercely with the rioting civilians.

With the help of the thick walls of the inner city, Wang ** has resisted the riot for nearly an hour.

In the palace, King Prussia III of Scandinavia was walking around anxiously, and many ministers of the kingdom around him also looked frightened.

"These damn untouchables, how dare they? The kingdom supports them, and as the king, they only collect some of the taxes they deserve. It's okay for these people to be ungrateful, but they dare to cause trouble."

"When the navy comes, all these untouchables will be executed."

The bright gold of Prussia III was already wet with sweat. Although there was heavy snow falling outside, he kept sweating and his body was trembling slightly.

"Quickly report, where is the navy? The rescue information has been out for so long, why is there still no news?"

King Prussia III roared fiercely at his soldiers.

"Yeah, why don't the navy come to the rescue quickly?"

"If those mobs rush in..."

"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about? There are so many soldiers outside, how could a mob rush in?"

"That's right, we can definitely hold back all those criminals!"

The entire meeting hall in the palace was in complete chaos, and the nobles who were usually aloof were in panic like bereaved dogs.

At this moment, the door of the conference hall was pushed open, and a man wearing a purple-black tuxedo, a golden face and a white beard who looked very attractive came in holding a wooden staff.

"Everyone, I'm here to save you."