Chapter 579: Sunk

My name is Parker, and I’m the best harpooner in Bill Jiwater—at least once.
In the eyes of many people, Harpoon is a job at the lowest end of Bilgewater, because we only face blood, fish oil, scales, internal organs, and other smelly and greasy things all day.
I never deny this-but many times, I want them to see the other side of the harpoon.
Harpooner is the greatest farmer of Bilgewater.
Agriculturist is an interesting name-also a profession mentioned by the old storyteller in the giant whale tavern. It is said that in the country of Demacia, there is such a person. They help farmers grow crops, and they also help farmers build water channels. , Breeding livestock.
It is said that they are the most respected people of Demacia except the royal family and soldiers.
Demacia I know that they are rich in armor and food-armor is terrible expensive, a complete set of warrior armor is even worth my salary in the past ten years; and food is terrible cheap, no one is more expensive than them low.
The boys on the ship all admired Demacia’s armor, but I knew that their food was more valuable—I’ve seen countless Demacia ships loaded with food, but I’ve never seen them sell more than once One hundred pieces of armor.
Isn't the harpooner the same as the farmer?
Farmers help Demacia produce more food, and we help Birgiwater produce more fish.
Many people like to confuse harpooners and fishermen, just as they confuse farmers and farmers.
But this kind of idiot has become less and less in Birgewater.
Although Her Majesty Queen of Doom's name is not auspicious, and she is a lady, I never deny that she is the best leader I have ever seen.
After the terrible wave of flames and waves, the boys on the ship did not dare to grab extra money because of the rules of the Queen of Doom, but in fact, everyone's income increased.
The fish in the sea is endless, but there are many merchants on the sea-and the fat sheep are few and far between.
I love challenges, but I prefer to be a spear harpoon, respected, and well paid.
Before the Queen of Doom came, the ship was in the hands of the robbers. I will always be a guy who works for people-and after she came, I had my own ship, my own man.
Of course, I also need to thank Mr. Rhodes.
Mr. Rhodes is a great mage, although I have not seen a few mage, but I can be sure of this.
This mage is not only strong, but easy-going-he once hired me to go fishing, and then on the journey, he placed the deck chair on the deck to bask in the sun.
It's nothing. I used to serve some "big guys". Their enjoyment level is much better than that of Mr. Rod, at least Mr. Rod was wearing clothes when he was on the deck.
The point is, when the wind is calm, Mr. Rhode invites us to bask in the sun-like the big guys, he doesn’t like our taste, but his choice is "Hey, I prepared hot water, you need to relax." !"
Moreover, his remuneration is also very attractive, this money allows me to have my own boat, although not big.
I still remember the big warehouse on the dock where it was slaughtered at the time-it was the former overlord of Bill Jiwater, the warehouse of the Planck of the Ocean.
Planck is very rich, but he is not topless; Mr. Rhode is actually not too rich, but he is never stingy.
It can be said that Mr. Rod is the most difficult person to be jealous and unjust that I have ever seen. He will talk to you on an equal footing, and sometimes think from your perspective.
This task is my second collaboration with Mr. Rod—although it is to Frerejod I have never arrived, but I have no hesitation.
The generous remuneration is on the one hand-I never hide my desire for money, I love Huang Chengcheng's gold-on the other hand, it is because Mr. Rhode is very reliable.
According to him, he "goes to do a big thing", and the less I know about this kind of thing, the better; so after he left, the guys and I stayed at the port of Glazer.
No one dares to provoke us, the boys can play cards in the hotel, and I am planning to draw a chart along the way.
Maybe this is a new gold trade route?
Agriculturists must understand planting, water conservancy and animal husbandry, and harpooners must understand fishing, navigation and hydrology, don't they?
It's a pity... things seem to have some surprises.
After Mr. Rhode left the port of Glazer, my work of drawing a chart was quickly interrupted.
Delps found me and said a group of fierce guys seemed to want to find Mr. Rhodes.
I asked the guys to be more vigilant and not to leave the hotel-the origin of these people is unknown, we don't need to touch the mold.
Unfortunately, bad luck is sometimes difficult to escape.
They ignited the hotel and broke down the walls-and the reason was "You accepted Rhode's employment".
The pirates of Bilgewater will not embarrass the merchant sailors, these people are not as good as the pirates.
We tried hard to resist, but resistance did not make more sense.
Delpus' head was smashed; Jordi had a knife in his chest; the old fritters of Kagros knelt on the ground and surrendered~EbookFREE.me~ but still got his head screwed off--even wiped it off early Old Sner, who was blood-stained and motionless on the ground, was replenished with a knife. His move once concealed the scarlet hand, but it is no longer useful...
Now, it's just me-no, and the short knife in my hand!
A strong man who thought he had won the game raised his sledgehammer high, thinking he could kill me like Delps, but he didn’t respond when he cut my throat and blood spewed out. come.
I am a harpooner. I have fought against countless terrible big fish, and the smallest of them can swallow three such warriors!
This is not the first unlucky egg that cut my throat, followed by the second and third...
Then, I saw the woman.
This strong woman riding a wild boar is indeed very powerful, I am not her opponent.
The flail in her hand seemed to have a strange power that I couldn't resist.
Although she is strong enough, I do not have the slightest sense of respect-she is very powerful, but even the most powerful garbage is just garbage.
Look, she seemed to be irritated by my eyes-I didn't even say a word, and made her angry.
She decided to sink me to the bottom of the sea and said humorously, "Let me return to the sea".
A failed joke, even the group of idiots under her did not laugh.
Freydrode’s water was so cold that I even missed the smelly seawater of the Butchery Wharf.
The smell of fat on the body is disgusting-they seem to want to attract the attention of sharks in this idiot-like way.
But when did sharks become interested in vegetable oils?
There is less and less gas in the lungs, and the darkness in front of me is getting deeper and deeper. I feel like I am sinking...
sink……
Shen...
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