Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 227: Travels around the World, Sword Master’s Poems

Another corner of the huge island.

A team under the banner of the Remit people was moving quickly through the woods.

Relying on Mother Teresa's tea divination, we seized a favorable position in advance.

They landed on the island only slightly slower than the Barbary pirates, and although their team was large, with nearly two hundred people, their progress was faster than the former.

At this time, the bushes and trees blocking their way will automatically separate to the sides, leaving a smooth road, and will return to their original state after they pass by.

The adventure team walked through the jungle as if they were walking on flat ground.

Leading the group was a third-rank knight, Marin Bishop, who was holding a second-rank holy relic, Travels Around the World.

As the world's first travelogue around the continent, this book has the power to break down all obstacles and allow the holder to travel unimpeded.

Building roads through mountains and bridges over rivers is the secret travel treasure that any traveler and adventurer dreams of.

It may be hard to say about the character of the Remit people, but they are not only rich, but also have a long heritage, so it is not surprising that they would take out one or two treasures.

They marched all the way to a river flowing with milk, where they stopped to rest for the first time.

A second-level [Treasure Hunter] in the team who was supposed to serve as a scout did not go on the mission.

Instead, he sat alone at the edge of the camp, holding his animal companion, a valuable Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and looked sad.

"Woof woof. Awooo~"

The slender hound huddled in its owner's arms and whimpered softly, but only three of its originally intact limbs were left, and its right front leg was broken at the elbow.

Although the wound has healed under treatment, the hound's mental state is still very depressed. It is obvious that the previous experience has left a huge psychological trauma on it.

The treasure hunter felt so distressed that he wanted to cry, and murmured in regret:

"I didn't know even a dog had to pay for admission to the island. I'm so sorry, little Charlie."

It turns out that he was indeed the pioneer in the exploration at the beginning.

But when I encountered the gold-eating ants, although I knew that the ticket was two gold coins, I didn't realize that any creature with its feet on the ground would count.

By the time it reacted, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel's front legs had been easily bitten off by the gold-eating ants.

If it weren't for the nun who accepted the banker's investment and agreed to escort the team and responded quickly and rescued them in time, even the dog bones would have been cold.

At this moment, a slender, white, but warm hand fell on the hound's head.

Holy light flickered in his palm as he gently stroked its neck, allowing its emotions to gradually calm down.

The treasure hunter looked up and saw that it was the kind nun who came to his side.

I can't help but say gratefully:
"Thank you, Sister, you are such a good person.

I have no wife or children. Little Charlie is my only relative. When I return, please allow me to donate half of my property to the Cathedral of Our Lady of Mercy."

Theresa's face was calm as she handed him a stick wrapped in brown paper.

"You're welcome. The clergy should protect the lamb on behalf of the Lord.

I have seen too many disabled warriors and I know what a severe challenge this will be for their future life, both physically and mentally.

Here, this is the gift I prepared for you, I hope you can cheer up again. "

The treasure hunter was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He took the "gift" and asked subconsciously while opening it:

"Excuse me, what is this?"

Theresa, who had already taken two steps, waved her hand casually, with a carefree manner, as if doing good deeds without leaving a name:

“It’s not something precious.

It's just that when I was performing the amputation surgery on it, I made the severed dog leg into a specimen.

Next time when you play with it, you can throw this leg out and let the dog fetch it back.

Isn't it a great idea that even if your dog only has three legs left, he can still have fun playing with his fourth leg? "

The hunter who was still tearing the brown paper froze up: I.
Even the dog in his arms didn't dare to whimper anymore.

A complex emotion emerged on the long dog's face, something the dog had never experienced in its entire life.

Subconsciously, she burrowed into her master's arms, trying her best to stay further and further away from the overly "kind" nun.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the makeshift camp is a river of milk.

It seemed as if sugar was added to the river water, giving off a sweet and tempting smell that was hard to resist.

What’s especially special is that there is a stunningly beautiful girl bathing in milk in this river.

The milk flowed over her smooth skin, which was whiter than milk, and the water droplets flowed down her undulating body.

It seems to make the milk flowing in the river even sweeter and more tempting.

A pair of charming eyes, like hooks, instantly hooked a heroic man who came to the shore and was about to get breastfed.

Bang!

The bucket in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

The man subconsciously raised his feet and walked towards the Milk River step by step. He covered his pounding heart and chanted a poem affectionately:
"Oh, beautiful one, you are the sun in my heart!
In my eyes, the light of your sun is forever embedded, and from now on there will be no darkness in my life. In the center of my heart, the light of your sun is forever embedded, sharing the same cold and heat, making me unique in the world.

This third-level [Doppler Swordsman] Hermann Schwartz never speaks human language, but this time he uses poetry in the courtship scene and there is no sense of incongruity.

The beauty bathing in the river seemed to be particularly generous. She walked up to him with a smile on her face, took his hand, and let him step into the river as well.

The boneless little hand gently stroked his chest which was as strong as an iron tower.

Her sweet lips also met his passionately, and her hands moved flexibly, taking off his clothes one by one.
However, every fairy tale told to children probably has an original dark version.

The story of the country of Siralafuya is obviously no exception.

This place is full of delicious food, fine wine, treasures, and of course, beautiful women.

But this beauty needs to be put in big quotation marks.

At the bottom of the Milk River where visibility is zero, the lower body of the "beauty" is stretched out like a pillar of meat, stretching for five or six meters all the way to the mouth of a huge river clam at the bottom of the river.

The pale clam shell looks like bone, and its bumpy surface looks like it was made of many human bones.

And the so-called beauty is just a bait growing on the tip of its tongue, which is no different in essence from the glowing lantern of the lantern fish.

This bizarre and special racial characteristic of this beast allows it to easily block the psychic observation of a third-level transcendent.

Mr. Hermann from the Empire was obviously also a veteran in the world of flowers. He kissed the beauty passionately on the mouth, and his hands naturally slipped into the water.

Want to get closer.

Just by reaching out and touching it, I immediately realized something was wrong.

'Nothing! Nothing!'

In shock, when he wanted to let go, he found that the other person had sucked his tongue.

The skin that was in contact with each other was also stuck together by a layer of sticky liquid.

A powerful force suddenly came from the bottom of the river, and it was about to drag him into the water.

In the midst of the shock, the vague poetry still uttered from his throat:

"We long for our precious freedom and are determined to fight for it!"

Both hands shook.

Snapped!
His muscles bulged and his clothes burst on the spot, and all the clothes on his body were instantly blown to pieces.

His body was covered with tattoos, which upon closer inspection seemed to be hundreds of poems.

And this is the root cause of why he never speaks human language.

[Second-level Holy Relic: The Manuscript of the Poems of Sword Saint Johannes Liechtenauer]:
"Johannes Liechtenstein is a two-handed sword master in the Holy Silver Empire, and a swordsman-level figure who founded a huge sword school.

'Johannes Swordsmanship' is unrivaled in the art of heavy swordsmanship.

This sword master turned his lifelong learning into hundreds of obscure poems, which are the "Original Manuscripts of the Poems of Johannes Liechtenstein".

It’s just that the manuscript of the poem is not a physical object but a tattoo.

After being recognized by the holy relic, it covered the entire body of the Doppler swordsman, and he was known as the walking poem.

effect:

Carrying it with you will make your daily swordsmanship learning more efficient.

During a duel, you must fully reveal the poem on your body and shout out the verses of the sword moves to increase the critical strike of this skill by 100%!

The price is that when carrying this object, any communication statements can only be expressed in the form of poetry or riddles.

If you tell the story directly, your mouth will disappear for a week."

At the same time, the 185-centimeter-long two-handed sword [Horse Leg Collector] at his waist has fallen into Hermann's hands.

Shouting, the inscription on the two-handed sword:
"All the horses mourn together!"

Amid the loud neighing of the horses, a wave of air exploded from the sword blade, suddenly blowing the "beauty" away.

He continued to recite the poem:

"You can fight with a wrestler, use a spear or a sword. If you use your skills in moderation, you can defeat the enemy and take away his possessions!"

The corresponding tattoo on the body quietly lit up.

He dived naked into the river of milk like a dragon entering the river. Streams of milk exploded and splashed everywhere, mixed with the mournful cries of the river clam spirit.

A parrot flew over to the river and landed on a branch:
"In this country, fresh bread grows on birch and willow trees, and milk flows in the river. When bread falls into the river, it becomes milk bread, which is the favorite of children and women."

The macaw then described the scene of the country of Siralafuya.

However, it seems that the "women" here like to eat not only the milk bread that falls into the river, but also the people who fall into the river!
After reading the fairy tale, it shielded its eyes with its two broad wings, but secretly glanced at the "fierce battle" in the river:

“Hunks, beauties, milk, shrill wails, my Creator, is this something Mr. Thomas can watch without paying?

I thought I had finally met an artistic and elegant poet with similar interests.
This is terrible, even worse than Mr. Andrew's moldy captain's hat next door.

I'll just go find the next one."

(End of this chapter)