Reborn As a Pirate

Yacharin left, just like when he came, turned out of the balcony, and disappeared into the night.

Emily lingered, reluctantly, staring blankly at the balcony door with the curtains fluttering open, and suddenly grinned, revealing a silent smile of unknown meaning.

The air was quiet, and I don't know how long it took.

There were footsteps in the corridor, four or five were chaotically intertwined, and they did not chase after. Someone knocked on the door outside the house. Sir Prio asked in a majestic bass: "Ani, are you asleep?"

Emily rolled over lazily, letting the moonlight illuminate her ivory-smooth body.

The jazz asked outside again: "Ani, I'm bringing guests."

"Father, you can just come in, please wait outside for a while, I am not suitable for seeing guests now."

The door swung slightly, revealing the jazz's reserved modesty, and Kierneder's restrained and somewhat unreasonable return of the salute.

After two simple beeps, the door closed again, and Jazz walked through the tidy reception room and walked into the bedroom alone.

The room was very dark. Although there was moonlight from the balcony, the suddenly tightened light difference still made Jazz's eyes dark.

But Emily was clearly awake.

Being in a dark room without seeing outsiders, Jazz couldn't help being dissatisfied with his well-behaved daughter being so rude.

He murmured that he wanted someone to come in and light a lamp.

"Ani, only humble mice like the dark, we are celebrities, we should have a bright heart!"

"Father said it was wrong. Asteria is the most beautiful goddess. Even if the name of the god is just an unreasonable delusion of pagans, it also shows that from ancient times to the present, human beings have known the beauty of the stars and the moon."

"How do you..."

Vision gradually recovered, misty moonlight lingered in the corners of the room, and the ground was messy and messy.

Emily was lying on her side on the bed with her head propped up, her body naked, her messy hair hanging down one side, and the aftertaste of her orgasm still remained on her face.

How could Jazz fail to understand the meaning of this scene!

"Ani, who... who has been here!"

"Zig."

"Zig?"

"Zig, Mr. Narlo, my prince, the noble son of Porto, the heir of Robert and Beatrice, Earl of Clermont...whatever his name is, anyway, he is already my close lover."

Jazz's pupils tightened suddenly: "But I heard that his ship left the port earlier tonight."

"I came back again, with love and guilt, took away my most precious treasure, and challenged the invincible secular world."

"Invincible... worldly?"

Emily stood up happily, letting the silk quilt slip off, revealing her seductive body, not avoiding Jazz's gaze at all.

Jazz also remained unresponsive as if looking at a dead object, only maintaining the previous surprise.

"Father, Zieg said he loves me. For this love, he will challenge the authority of Narrohou and reject the fourteen-year marriage contract."

"Do you think it's possible?" Jazz said in a cold voice, "Since I was four years old, I have invited famous courtesans from all over the world to teach you, and your current social teacher is even the Lady of Peach, who is famous all over France. Didn’t even teach you that the interests of the family are paramount?”

"Of course I know that I may never see Chigurh again, but so what?" Emily's fingertips gently stroked her own cheekbones,

"I love him, and he loves me. This love has finally come to fruition tonight, and no one can doubt its truth."

"Have you thought of its value?"

"I'm just a country girl in a remote place. Beauty and fame have never been heard in Little Martinique. How much is my body worth? It's nothing."

"You're already rich. There are very few people in Martinique's inner circle who can make you richer and more powerful, and even fewer can contribute to the future of the family."

"It's different now, I have Zieg's love. If he wins, you will become the in-laws of Lord Narlo. Put in a gold coin and reap a mountain of gold."

"Even if he is defeated and we never see each other again, you can let the world know that there is a noble man who has gone through all his glory and only loves me. More people will pass on my beauty, and more people will look forward to me , obsessed with me, I can bring you more, bring more to the family."

"Father, noble innocence is a treasure in the world, and all I need is to wait for him for half a year, what do you think?"

Jazz stood there in a daze: "Half a year? But Major Zirned is right outside the door, he begged me, hoping to get married..."

"A major from a humble background? That's ridiculous. Father, your daughter is a rare beauty in the world. Don't you just plan to use me to replace a piece of barren land?"

"I see."

...

The simple carriage moved slowly towards the pier, and the atmosphere in the carriage was a bit dull. Lorraine, Henna, Pierce, and Acharin, who had won a great victory, gathered together.

The arsonist of the heart, this action that even has a thick joke in its name is almost over, Lorraine finally began to feel some real feelings, and what followed was the overwhelming sense of guilt for deceiving an innocent girl.

Very disturbing feeling.

Privateers are a special product of the times, wandering in the middle line between justice and evil, constantly eroding the bottom line of human beings.

But Lorraine has never had similar feelings before, whether it is blackmail, deceit, murder, arson, or flying the pirate flag to rob those merchant ships he has never met.

Because this era is a sneaky jungle where the weak prey on the strong, the strong live and the weak die, that's all.

But this time, facing Emily Prio, Lorraine still felt troubled.

The previous psychological construction is useless, and he can't find a self-consistent answer to this paradox of right and wrong, rationality and sensibility, in order to survive and desecrate life.

The same seems to be true of Henna and Pierce.

On the contrary, it was Yacharin. Lorraine looked at him depressedly. The color batch seemed to be enjoying it, without any signs of suffering.

Lorraine pursed her mouth and knocked on the carriage: "In this way, while you are having fun, Bell has already spilled new rumors. You don't need to wait until tomorrow, and the whole of Le Luolan will know two things. First, Qi Erned offered to marry Emily. Second, the Prio family refused."

Yacharin whistled lightly: "Betting everything and yet being disliked by others, it seems that the handsome captain is doomed to ruin."

Lorraine nodded: "After all, he is a person with a certain status. For him, this adventure is a double-edged sword... It seems inaccurate to say that. It may be more appropriate to say that he lost all his money."

Acharin glanced at Lorraine strangely, and smacked his lips: "I didn't expect that the decisive captain would be a slender person."

"Um?"

"Aren't you disturbed? Because of the war? Because you feel you've dragged an innocent man into the water?"

Lorraine declined to answer the question.

Yacharin burst out laughing: "Captain, I'm not very familiar with the English social circle, so you probably don't understand the aristocratic world of the mainland."

"Don't persuade me." Lorraine answered irrelevantly. "As long as it is beneficial to the action and helps reduce the risk of my own people, I will not hesitate. I can tell which is more important."

"This is the key." Yacharin shook his fingers, "Captain, there are a group of romantic people who feed on love in France and even in mainland countries. We have long been used to considering interests and love together, regardless of men or women. , love is part of social interaction. There is no innocent love in our world, and the reason why I dare to promise to capture Miss Emily within five days is because Siegfried is absolutely unmissable prey for her."

"Siegfried is the prey?"

"Is it weird? I just have the skills to send myself to Emily's mouth. No one is a victim of this love except Zirneder. Similarly, it is impossible for Siegfried who never returns Restraining her is common sense that applies everywhere."

"Tch, shameless Frenchman."

...

Before I knew it, it was eleven o'clock at night.

The day's trip was coming to an end, and the distraught Zirned appeared at the end of the pier in a carriage.

This is rare.

Generally speaking, captains rarely appear on warships in non-war periods, because living conditions on land are far more comfortable than cramped cabins, and limited affairs do not have to be handled on board, so there is no need for them to ask for trouble eat.

But today is a little weird.

The adjutant who accompanied him to Prio Manor got some information, and insisted on letting him go to the ship first. Zirned could only guess that the admiral had finally heard the news that he was catching fish in Leloran, and had issued a strict order for the Lucky Horseshoe to return tonight.

how to say……

Although the risk of night flight is greater, it seems to be a good choice for now.

He suffered great humiliation in Prio Manor, and offered to marry him, but was kicked out.

Sir Prio probably wouldn't spread the word about it, but walls have ears, and since it happened, there will always be some gossip.

His continued stay in Leloran will only fuel the rumors. At this time, staying away from the center of the hurricane and letting the situation calm down is the best way to protect yourself.

Zirned rubbed between his brows in pain.

It's just a pity, will there be chances like this to be noticed by noble people by mistake like this in the future?

He spat irritably: "Second lieutenant, why do you have to go back to the ship? Could it be that the hotel has fallen?"

"It has nothing to do with the hotel, sir, actually..." The adjutant hesitated to speak, hesitated for a long time, and finally handed out the documents he had brought all the way.

"This is……"

"Shortly after you entered the Prio Manor, some strange rumors began to spread in the city, and they spread so fast that our soldiers didn't even need to deliberately collect them. There were already no fewer than thirty people who heard them in the bar."

"What rumor?" Zirned took it curiously, only glanced at it, and was shocked, "Who is this... who is tarnishing my reputation?"

"I don't know. When the officer on board passed the news to me, the situation was beyond control."

"Is this... a conspiracy?"

Before the words were finished, the carriage stopped suddenly, Zirned opened the curtain vigilantly, and found himself beside a large ship, still far away from the Lucky Horseshoe, but the carriage was stopped by a group of strange sailors.

These people gave him a very bad premonition, as if something bad was about to happen.

Zirned took a deep breath and strode out of the carriage: "You guys, dare to stop the navy from traveling?"

No response. No one responded from Zirned's front, but the voice sounded from the bow of the big ship instead.

"Oh, my lovely subordinates told me that you will definitely leave Hong Kong tonight. I still don't believe it. I didn't expect you to really come."

Zirned turned his head in shock: "N...Mr. Narlo! You are not..."

"Have you left the port? Yes, if I don't leave the port, how can you feel the time is pressing, and how can you rush to marry? If you don't do anything, this trip to Le Luolan will be so boring .”

Yacharin's tone was long and slow, biting every inflection, making Zirned feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Sir, I don't understand..."

"If you don't even understand this, Mr. Major has lived up to my expectations. Stupid, so stupid."

"I... stupid?"

"Yeah, thanks to you, I spent a pleasant vacation in this country place, and I can think about it for a few days."

Yacharin laughed like a villain.

"By the way, you may still not understand why you gave up your dignity, but you were still rejected by the small speaker's mansion, right?"

He took out a piece of silk from the lapel of his clothes, and threw it over the bow of the boat along with the wind.

"Enough playing, let's set sail." Sipa fell into the water, and Yacharin stretched his waist and turned around, "Really! After the voyage, it's a boring voyage. When will I be able to settle down and find another interesting toy?"

"Life is too short!"