Chapter 742 593 Peyuto Holiday (I) (No Protagonist)

Chapeyuto, the Black Ark Tower of Annihilation.

The small room was shrouded in darkness and was quiet. In the huge Ark, the room was located so that the sound of the waves could not be heard at all, just like the land.

The room was narrow and cramped, and the furniture was so simple that there was almost nothing extra. There was only a small, hard bed and a simple table next to the bed. The table had no matching chairs, so people could only use the table while sitting on the bed. There was no sliding door wardrobe, only a few simple clothes hanging on the nails on the wall, as if they were ready to pack up and leave at any time.

A clear and hurried sound of footsteps came from far to near, which was particularly harsh in the quiet environment. Duruchi, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. He thought the other party was just passing by, but... after hearing the knock on the door, his nerves instantly tensed.

He turned over slowly and carefully, his movements were so light that there was no sound, and rolled into the narrow gap between the bed and the wall, his back pressed against the cold and hard wall, and his hand picked up the crossbow placed in the gap. The cold metal touch comforted him a little, and the mechanical structure of the crossbow made an inaudible click with a light click, like a long-lost old friend responding.

He took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the direction of the door, his heartbeat was beating violently in his chest, as if a silent conflict would break out in the next second. The room was small and depressing, the air seemed to be stagnant, and every second of silence made his nerves more tense.

There were no windows in the room, only a small hatch. Any movement outside the door would attract his attention. Although he had heard who was coming from the footsteps, he still didn't dare to gamble. On the Black Ark, everyone had a secret that could not be told, and he could not trust his companions at any time. This was what his father told him when he was still there. He always reminded himself: If he was careless, he might become a dead soul under the knife.

He raised the crossbow and aimed at the door, and the crosshairs of the sight quietly pointed to the position of the hatch. The knocking sound outside the door sounded again, dull and slow, as if carrying some kind of obscure sense of oppression. His knuckles turned slightly white, and he secretly calculated the motives of the person outside the door.

"Telankar, you bastard, I know you are in there! The admiral has ordered to gather, and you'd better not bring your broken crossbow."

After speaking, Drucci stopped knocking on the door and left. A moment later, Telankar heard a knock on the door next door, and similar words sounded again, but this time a different name was used. He exhaled lightly, put the crossbow back on the bed, making sure it was within reach, then turned over and sat up, sat on the other side of the bed, fumbled for the boots beside the bed, picked up the foot wrapping beside it, and began to wrap it carefully.

"It's just an ordinary notice, Telankar."

He whispered to himself, trying to calm his fingers that were trembling slightly due to nervousness. Such knocks on the door can be heard almost every day, but whenever the short knocks sounded outside the door, his heartbeat would always speed up and his nerves would immediately tense up. Because here, he knew that any ordinary knock on the door might hide danger, a potential threat from companions, superiors, or even fate.

He slowly adjusted his breathing and continued to wrap his feet, slowing down his movements as much as possible, as if this could drive away the remaining shock. A few hours ago, he had just got a vacation. As a sailor on a ship, Duruchi had been stationed in the sea off Chapeiuto for a long time for patrol. It was boring, dangerous, and always accompanied by loneliness and tension. More than once, he hoped that the eagle ship on the sea line would rush over and fight to end this damn torment. There was no so-called sense of security. Every night was cold and narrow, just like the undecorated room in front of him.

"Holiday."

He muttered the word silently and smiled bitterly. For him, vacation is a short respite, a rare luxury, and even a kind of luck.

"It's just a vacation."

He reminded himself again, pressing his boots lightly with both hands, staring at the empty room in front of him. The small, simple, cold room was almost cold, just like the black ark itself, ready to face storms and battles at any time, with no way out.

After putting on his clothes, he closed his eyes and felt the cold texture of Sovereign against his skin. When he opened his eyes again, he picked up the crossbow on the bed, tiptoed to the cabin door, and put his ear to the cabin door to listen.

Voices came from all directions, including curses, snoring, inquiries, and the sound of boots landing heavily. After listening for a while, he adjusted his posture and pressed his body against the door. This was what his father told him when he was still there. Only in this way can the door be closed in the first place, instead of being taken out directly by the force outside the door. It turned out that his father was right, and this method saved him once.

When he aimed the crossbow at the crack of the door that was about to open, the cabin door slowly opened from the inside to the outside. He looked out through the crack of the door at the first time. There was no sudden sharp blade, no arrows, and no human figures or footsteps.

This process lasted less than half a second. After half a second, his sight had already turned upwards. After confirming that no one was hanging upside down from the ceiling, he widened the gap in the door and turned his sight to the mirror opposite. After confirming that there were no ambushers in the blind spot outside the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Safe."

When the light shone on Telankar's face again, he stretched his arms and let out a soothing yawn. This is the safe zone of the Tower of Annihilation, a rare peaceful place. Here, fighting with weapons is prohibited, killing is a felony, and it is against the authority of the admiral. Although he couldn't completely let down his guard, at least he didn't have to hold his weapon tightly and be ready for any sudden attack.

He arranged his clothes and then walked towards the square area. Thousands of Druchi have gathered there. Among the crowded crowd are sailors, pirates, and all kinds of well-trained soldiers. Everyone has cold eyes, with the unique coldness and sharpness of Druchi. He walked among the crowd, and eyes glanced at him from time to time, but he was used to this kind of indifferent gaze, and the sharp eyes like blades did not make him hesitate at all.

He looked up, his eyes passing through the black cloak and clothes, and fixed on the figure on the high platform, Admiral Randall Last Words. Randall held a high position on the Tower of Annihilation, and his cold and powerful prestige caused the entire gathering area to fall into solemn silence.

There was a trace of desire in his eyes. Years of hard training and bloody killings had given him a place on the Tower of Annihilation, but this was far from enough. In Druch's society, power and status are the criteria for measuring everything, and he knows that he still has a long way to go.

Maybe... one day, he can stand on such a high platform and become a commander on the Black Ark, even control a fleet, or be like Admiral Randall Last Word, possessing supreme prestige and invincibility. The power on. This desire burned in his heart and became the only motivation for him to move forward. He took a deep breath calmly and buried this desire deeply in his heart. If he wanted to survive at sea, in addition to the protection of Marcelan, he also needed time. Stay awake and wait for his opportunity.

Randall glanced at Druch beside him and nodded. The moment he turned away, there was a trace of disgust in his eyes. The Druki next to him is the tax collector of Naggarond and a loyal follower of the Witch King. Born in Nagarund, he had no reason not to know this tax collector. He hated dealing with this difficult bureaucrat. What surprised him even more was that in Chapeyuto, thousands of miles away from Nagarund, I'm going to meet this damn guy again.

"Praise Marcelan! Praise the son of the sea! Praise the hand of the Witch King! Praise the generous and kind Darkus!" He quickly put away his unhappy expression, took a deep breath, and his voice was like a tide in the gathering area. Echoes in the sky. He paused, glanced at it, with a sneer on his lips, and continued to announce loudly: "The first Chapeiuto Wine Festival has begun!"

"Praise to Marcelan!"

"Praise the hand of the Witch King!"

"..."

At this moment, the dull atmosphere was instantly ignited. The Druchi were stunned for a moment, and then burst into cheers, wanton roars and cheerful laughter intertwined together.

"Maybe you villains don't know what happened the day before yesterday! But I promise you, soon, you will know! Listen clearly..." Randall looked around the noisy sea of ​​people in front of him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and quietly After waiting for the cheers to subside, he suddenly said sharply. His voice was low and cold, with a sense of oppression in every word, "The holidays are for you to enjoy! No weapons are allowed. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will lose the face of the Tower of Annihilation! It's best to find a way to die. On land! Otherwise!”

Randall did not say all of what he said, but every Druchi could feel the coldness in the admiral's eyes. There was a deep murderous intention hidden in this warning, which shocked their hearts. They were quiet for a moment, looking down at each other, realizing that the admiral's warning was no joke. Although they were wild and uninhibited, no one on the Tower of Annihilation dared to touch Randall's bottom line easily.

"Now! Go enjoy your vacation!"

The Druchis with cautious smiles on their faces gradually dispersed, and Telankar stood in a less crowded place, observing the surroundings with cold eyes. He saw many yawning Druches walking in the direction they were passing by. It was obvious that they had no interest in this so-called wine festival and seemed to just want to catch up on some sleep during this rare holiday.

Soon, his eyes were attracted by other Druchi. Druchi was also walking back, but at a slow and cautious pace. His cloak and robe were slightly gathered. He was keenly aware that there were weapons hidden under Druchi's clothes, including short blades, daggers, and even several Druchi. The Messer knife at the waist was looming, but more Druchi began to walk towards the docked ship. He frowned, and reason told him that the best choice was to go back, close the cabin door, lie on the hard bed and continue to sleep, leaving this inexplicable vacation behind. But at the same time, curiosity surged in his heart like an undercurrent.

"Just go and see, go see," he whispered to himself. Finally, he calmed down his expression, sighed softly, adjusted his clothes slightly, and walked towards the place where he boarded the ship.

"queue!"

"Are you deaf?"

"No loud noise!"

The process of queuing up to board the ship was slow and boring. He didn't know why the boarding was so slow this time. It was much slower than before. He stood quietly in the queue, and from time to time he heard the words of Druchi soldiers maintaining order in his ears. cry.

"What happened the day before yesterday?"

"A Kane assassin killed a lizard..."

"Kane, the executioner is a novice..."

The crowd was full of restlessness and whispers, but he just watched, waiting cautiously and calmly. When it was almost his turn, he knew why boarding was so slow. Someone was checking, and the place where the inspection was carried out was full of various weapons suitable for hiding. When it was his turn, he followed suit and stood there, stretching his arms to accept the inspection. The inspector, Druki, first carefully checked his hair, and then checked the ornaments on his ears.

"Open your mouth as wide as possible, and stretch out your tongue."

Telankar did not resist, and followed the instructions step by step. He knew that this was to check whether there were weapons hidden in the mouth.

"You can shut your stinky mouth."

After checking the mouth, the inspector, Druki, began to check Telankar's body. When he touched the Sovereign hidden in Kaitan, he showed a meaningful smile. After the inspection, he saluted respectfully to the sorceress standing beside him. When the sorceress nodded, he waved to Telankar.

"Here you go."

The checked Telankar walked forward slowly until he came to a table. Duruchi, who was in charge of distributing the cards, pointed to a black card on the table with an expressionless face.

He took the card in his hand and looked at it carefully. The card was cold, hard and smooth, with red paint on the top and a slight luster on the surface. At first he thought it was wood, but the touch told him it was not. He didn't know the specific purpose of the card, and he didn't have the opportunity to ask too many questions. He just casually coiled the card in his hand and boarded the ship obediently.

The space on the ship was crowded, and the deck was full of Duruchi. Some people had to climb on ropes and masts to find a moment of balance. As the hull swayed slightly, Telankar felt a humid sea breeze blowing across his face, with a hint of saltiness.

As the ship slowly sailed away from the Tower of Oblivion, he looked up into the distance, his mood slightly agitated. The buildings in the temple area in the distance were vaguely visible, and those structures seemed to be shrouded in mist, with a kind of indescribable solemnity and mystery. His sight gradually moved upwards, fixed on the huge pyramid in the center of the city. The pyramid stood tall, solemn and magnificent in the morning light, as if silently announcing the power and history of the city.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the black arks behind him. Those huge arks were quietly moored, with human figures vaguely visible and flags fluttering gently in the wind. The arks were like a monster that never sleeps, ready to fight at any time, which made him feel an invisible oppression.

Soon after, the ship slowly approached the shore, and with the sound of the rope being tightened, Telankar stepped onto the land. He took a deep breath, and the ground under his feet was solid, no longer the feeling of shaking on the deck at any time, and the noise and atmosphere around him were more lively.

"Queue up!"

"Accept inspection."

Telankar was in the queue, and familiar shouts rang around him. These instructions echoed on the dock one after another, accompanied by the scolding of the soldiers. He felt a familiar sense of tension, just like the moment before waiting to board the black ark, but this time the atmosphere was more chaotic and full of expectations. Not only the dock where he was, but also the docks on both sides were full of Duruchi. It was the first time he saw so many Duruchi.

"Listen carefully, you bastards who can't read the notice, hold the signs in your hands tightly! You can use the signs to exchange for drinks and food at the place where the black flag is raised! Free drinks and food! Free drinks and food! You damn bastards! What are you still standing there for? Don't you thank the kindness and generosity of the Witch King's Hand!"

The Duruchi shouted and began to whisper to each other, and the excited discussions came one after another, as if everyone was thinking about how to use this unexpected wealth.

Telankar looked down at the sign in his hand in disbelief. It turned out that this wine festival gave everyone a redemption voucher, and this black sign was his pass to enjoy free drinks and food. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he cheered along with the shouts, and his mood couldn't help but relax a little.

"Take good care of your cards, you bastards! Cards can not only be exchanged for free drinks and food, but also serve as passes! If you want to gamble, you need to register with your cards! Of course, if you are stupid enough to sell your cards, it's up to you, but I don't recommend it, because! Starting tomorrow, the Hand of the Witch King will draw prizes based on the cards from the previous day!"

Telankar looked down at the card in his hand again, and a thought of disbelief flashed through his mind. This card... has so many uses? Not only is it a pass to drink, but it even has the right to participate in gambling and the opportunity to draw prizes, although he doesn't know what a draw is.

There has never been such a benefit in the harsh life of the Black Ark. He has long been accustomed to a repressed and alert life. It seems that this small black card has opened a window for a short escape from the shackles of daily life, bringing him a feeling he never expected. He has an unreal surprise. This holiday may not be as complicated as he imagined. At least in this area, he can enjoy a short relaxation.

"Listen up! You bunch of drunkards! No fighting, no brawls! No provoking the Lizardmen in any way! If you want your vacation to disappear, or even want to die, then just go ahead and do it!" At this moment, the cold and majestic voice sounded again.

Soon, Telankar, who was a little impatient, came to a table. He knew that as long as he stepped over this table, his holiday would come. He was not interested in fighting or anything like that. He just wanted to enjoy his holiday. However, before that, he had to hand over the sign first. He didn't know why, but the people in front of him did so.

A strange device was placed on the table. After the soldier took his sign, he put it into the device, and then another soldier pressed the device. When the machine was turned on, the sign was still there, but it became a little different.

When he held the sign in his hand, looked at the holes on the sign, and thought about the meaning of the holes, he was pulled away by the soldier.

"Don't block the way!" (End of this chapter)