Chapter 252 Interest (First Order Plus Update)

"Now, you can go back to the house, have a good sleep, and let yourself completely relax. Because tomorrow, there will be another, more important assessment waiting for you."

After speaking, the captain planned to go back.

Xifa asked: "Captain, what is the content of tomorrow's assessment?"

Ken looked back at him, showing a meaningful smile: "You will know tomorrow, and you will definitely like it."

After the captain left with the second mate and the sailors, Sifa and the others returned to the simple room and lay down on their 'beds'.

The captain really whets the appetite.

He didn't tell us what the specific content of tomorrow's assessment is, so how can we sleep like this.

He said so, but looking at the dim roof, Xifa gradually felt the weight of his eyelids, and gradually slipped into a sweet dreamland.

The next day, after packing their luggage, the Sifas returned to the Breaker and assembled on the deck.

Ken Angus put on a long white coat today, grinned, and smiled at Sifa and the others: "Look at you, you now look like people who live on the sea. After changing your clothes, even if you are thrown among the pirates, it won't arouse others' suspicion."

It was only then that Xifa noticed that this week's life on the deserted island had indeed changed them a lot.

Due to frequent exposure to the sun, Sifer and Edward were both tanned, and even Natalie, who often hid in the house, had a darker complexion. And because the food is monotonous, there is no fruit, and there is no supplement of other nutrients, their skin has become a lot rougher.

but.

Quincy doesn't look like much has changed.

He was originally tall and thin, with a bronze complexion, and a week's life on a deserted island could not bring him much change.

Footsteps sounded.

Boatswain Luo Jia pushed a hanger over, on which were several sets of clothes: "Come on, choose what kind of clothes you like. Remember to bring back the changed clothes and destroy them, and then you will officially become a pirate." .”

Everyone was startled.

Quincy was the first to shout: "What, pirates? Aren't we a navy, why do we become pirates!"

"Do you think, as a navy, you can break into the group of pirates, get their recognition, gain their trust, and get the news we want?"

The captain said unhurriedly: "Yes, starting today, you will be active in the sea as pirates. You will rob merchant ships, you will contact pirates, and you will do things that you would never touch at ordinary times. thing."

"This requires you to have the spirit of dedication and self-sacrifice. If you can't do it, I still say the same thing, quit as soon as possible."

"Well, Mr. Quincy."

"This is the last chance. After today, even if you want to quit, I won't agree."

Quincy's chest heaved for a while, as if he had experienced a psychological struggle, he snorted, picked out a set of dark-colored underwear on the hanger, turned around and left.

A moment later, when they returned to the deck, they had changed clothes.

Sifa wears an orange striped shirt with a black vest and trousers. On the chest of the vest, there is a layered, exaggerated petal-shaped silver ornament.

Others are also different.

They threw all the original clothes, including shoes, into an empty oil drum that had been prepared long ago, and then the bosun set a fire to destroy these things.

The captain coughed dryly and said, "Okay, listen up. We're going to rob a merchant ship this afternoon. If you're mentally handicapped, you don't have to."

"Because what we are playing is not a bloodthirsty vicious pirate, but a principled pirate like 'King of the Five Seas' Nast who only loots property and does not kill captives."

"Also, that merchant ship belongs to Intis, and it will be our invitation to enter the pirate world."

"And you guys, of course, don't include Miss Natalie."

"The task of the few of you is to disintegrate the resistance on the ship. When you successfully hijack the ship. Congratulations, you will pass the examination, and you will be awarded the rank of second lieutenant in the navy file!"

"Later, I will ask Roger to give you the information on the merchant ship. Now, do you have any questions?"

Xifa raised his hand: "Captain, what is the name of our pirate group? Or, have you prepared a title for yourself? This will be very helpful for our brand name, and it will also help us quickly expand our popularity among pirates."

"this."

Ken Angus glanced at the bosun and coughed a few times: "Of course I was prepared, how could I not, haha."

No, you didn't. Xifa didn't want to expose him, and asked with a smile: "Then what is your title?"

"Well, this." The captain paced back and forth on the deck, and suddenly said, "Iron Blood is right, Admiral Iron Blood!"

"Iron Admiral Ken Angus!"

"It's not bad, isn't it?"

Xifa smiled and said: "Iron blood is a good word, but the starting point is too high for the general. I am afraid that once this title is given out, other generals will come to trouble us."

"What do you think of the brigadier general? It is different from other second- and third-rate pirates, and it has not climbed on top of other generals."

"When our team grows stronger, it will not be too late for you to be called a lieutenant general."

The captain rubbed his bearded chin: "You have a good idea. Let's call it Commodore first. After we annex some pirate groups and expand the fleet, we will talk about other things."

"Well, you have a lot of ideas. If our fleet grows in the future, I will let you be the captain."

For this empty promise, Sifa smiled, but did not respond.

After consulting for a while, the captain announced the disbandment. Sifa hurried to the bathroom, closed the door, and then chanted in a low voice.

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray mist;"

"You are the yellow and black king of good fortune."

"I beg your hearing."

"Due to some emergencies, I am unable to participate in the Tarot meeting in the afternoon. I am very sorry."

Backlund.

Klein, who was lying on the bed, turned over and got up with his hands on his forehead. He looked out of the window, the window was not bright enough, a faint mist drifted on the street, dark and cold.

At this moment, the illusory shout echoing in his ears had subsided, and Klein knew that it should be a member of the Tarot Society calling him. But he couldn't be in the mood to check the message above the gray fog on a whim.

He still remembered that in the early hours of the morning, at the East Balam Dock, in the depths of the dark sewer, the scene where Lanerus' head hit the wall was smashed into pieces.

"Captain, I have already recovered some 'interest' for you."