Chapter 228: Cavendish

Chapter 229 Cavendish
The King of the Hack tribe raised his right hand, and a servant next to him brought a tray to Charles.
It was a pair of black boots with weird inscriptions on them.
"It allows you to step on any place you want to step on. I believe Captain Charles will use this thing."
"Relic? What are the side effects?" Charles asked.
"This is not a relic. It is a gift from the gods."
Seeing Charles reached out and took it. A satisfied smile appeared on the king's face.
"Mr. Charles gained the respect of our Hike people. From now on we will be friends."
Charles nodded and turned and left.
Not long after he left, the king stood up, looked up calmly, and saw a terrifying monster hanging upside down on the roof. It was the former envoy.
"Plap!" Its whole body turned out of thin air, hit the long table directly, and quickly made a low trembling sound.
Agino walked out from the side and bowed to the gods. "He has the mark of Fatan, but I deliberately slandered Fatan. Charles has no anger. He should not be a believer in Fatan."
The monster flicked its long tail and jumped off the table, slowly crawling around where Charles had just been sitting, as if thinking about something, and quickly chuckled again.
"Okay, since you need it, then I will collect all the information about him as much as possible, so that you can bring it to our god."
Facing the dialogue between one person and one monster, the king next to him stood motionless as if he hadn't heard anything.

At this time, Margaret was in a huge Huangjia Giant, but her current situation was very bad.
With a loud "bang", Margaret in the cockpit firmly grasped the chair fixed on the ground.
She wanted to stand up, but her legs trembled but couldn't stand up anyway. She underestimated the severity of the naval battle.
Margaret looked at the other huge ship outside the glass, and the sound just came from that ship.
I don't know if it was hit by the vortex furnace cabin. The invincible steel beast of the past has turned into a huge fireball. The fire light reflected the black water, and the sea began to slowly waft a trace of white gas.
Tears slipped from Margaret's face, she didn't even know why she was crying. She never thought that just observing a battle would be such a difficult thing.
A big hand reached into her armpit and pulled her up.
"Don't cry, crying on the battlefield is not good. This is your own decision. Take a good look at how I direct the battle. Actual combat can best train people."
While biting her lip, Margaret turned to look at her brother and nodded vigorously.
She stood up and watched the elder brother in front of her telegraph quickly commanding the battle. "I'm not a burden! I can do it!"
"Captain!! Three enemy ships are approaching at three o'clock!! Their speed is very fast!!" Suddenly, a communication port heard a rapid voice.
Those were three steamships with flags on the British Isles, and their slender hulls made them leaning quickly toward this side.
The roar of the Royal Giant's artillery fire continued, and soon only one of the three ships remained, but it still leaned towards the giant ship with only one remaining.
A big ship has the advantages of a big ship, and naturally also has its disadvantages. When being approached by other boats, those giant cannons are useless.
A few hooks were thrown up from below, and the people in the boat climbed upward along the ropes. They seemed to know that this big boat was the brain of other ships in this sea area, and they wanted to destroy this place.
"The battle team is ready to meet the enemy!" Jack shouted into the pipe next to him.
A crew member in a black uniform rushed out of the cabin and rushed towards the ropes.
When the people who climbed the ship came into contact with the people on the deck, a brutal fight began.
Bullets are their attack weapon, and the addition of various weird relics will only make the battle more tragic, and the scarlet blood will soon stain the deck red.
Margaret tried not to listen to the outside movement as much as possible, and focused her attention wholeheartedly on how her brother commanded.
But at this moment, Margaret saw her serious brother suddenly turned to look at herself. "Don't you want to join the battle? Now there is a chance."
Seeing all the chaos outside, Margaret nodded vigorously.
"Very good." Jack opened his arm with a knife and took out a peanut-sized black stone. He cut his sister's skin and stuffed the stone in.
Marguerite felt her body lighter in an instant, and her skin felt an inexplicable tightness.
"There are not many people outside, you will see the blood before you speak,"
After squeezing a dagger into Margaret's hand, Jack grabbed his sister and threw it to the front glass window.
Amidst Margaret's screams, she fell to the deck from a four or five storey tower.
Marguerite stood up swayingly, and when she couldn't figure out what was happening, the intruder next to her shot her in the chest.
It hurts, it hurts. When Margaret touched the wound with her hand, she found that there was no bleeding.
"Could it be..." Margaret swiped her white finger with a dagger in her hand, but there were no wounds.
She was surprised to find that she now has the kind of father and brother, so powerful that it is not like human defense.
"Papa!" The bullet flew over again, and Margaret curled up subconsciously.
The other party didn't have any sympathy for Margaret's avoidance, avoiding motionless is a perfect target.
"Which~" A smoking grenade was thrown directly at her feet in high heels.
"Boom!!" The flame enveloped her, and she was blown out.
She cried again, but this time she stood up while crying,
Marguerite, covered in darkness, raised the dagger in her hand and rushed directly towards the chaotic battlefield in hysterics.
An intruder stood in front of the girl, and Margaret raised the dagger in her hand and pushed it directly against his back.
With a "click", the spine of this man's back was abruptly broken by Marguerite's powerful force.
"Ahhhhh!!" Marguerite rushed down to the second enemy~EbookFREE.me~ The battle was soon over, and the chaotic Marguerite pushed open the cockpit door. As soon as she came in, she was lying on the ground and constantly retching. The flesh and blood she had caused just flashed in her mind, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget it.
Jack helped her up and took her to sit on a stool. "Yes, six killed."
Marguerite narrowed her mouth, and started crying loudly with her brother hugging her.
Seeing his sister cry so miserably, Jack patted her on the back with his hand. "Or, I will send you back to the island now? To be honest, this place is really not suitable for women."
Margaret let go of her hands and shook her head vigorously, "No! I am a member of the Cavendish family! I don't want to escape!!!"
A smile appeared on Jack's face, and he patted his sister's head with his hand. "This is my sister. No one in the Cavendish family is a coward!"
(End of this chapter)