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He simply tossed the conch shell over.

The guard caught it with one hand, and after seeing what it was, asked in confusion.

"Sanpao's seal?"

"We encountered the patrol that had been attacked at the market."

He casually adopted a serious yet gentle expression. "Captain Sanpao is seriously injured and cannot leave. These three children... have just lost their parents. They are relatives of Sophia from the Royal Palace Weaving Bureau. The captain has entrusted us to ensure their safe arrival."

The guards exchanged a glance.

The Silver Guard's tokens cannot be faked; they did indeed receive orders to quell the unrest at the market today, and Sophia from the Weaving Bureau is a real person.

Besides, these two fish... don't look like they're at all like the fish that cause trouble.

"Let them through." The leader of the Golden Guard waved his hand. "The Weaving Bureau is in the West Third Palace. Don't wander around. The First Princess is holding a meeting in the front hall. If you offend any dignitaries, your heads will be thrown into the sea trench."

"Thanks for reminding me."

He smiled gratefully.

—If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known where to cause trouble.

With the heavy clanking of the palace gate's metal hinges, the gate slowly opened.

But just as he casually took the child's hand and was about to leave—

"stop."

A drawn-out tone rang out, much like the voice of a eunuch in a TV drama dubbing.

The guards present immediately straightened their backs, gripped their tridents, and stepped aside, heads bowed, to make way for the newcomer.

The fish haven't shown up yet.

A pungent, cheap perfume smell came first.

To be honest, the Golden Guard's scale armor was already eye-catching enough, but this guy...

They are both wearing standard armor of the Golden Guard.

However, it was adorned with a large circle of aquamarine on its chest, and its tail was fitted with a caudal fin and several bright, hollowed-out metal rings that jingled incessantly as it swam.

Klaus muttered a complaint under his breath behind Renyi.

"Ivan and he definitely have a lot in common..."

This seemingly sentient jewelry box had its slicked-back hair meticulously combed, and somehow, it remained perfectly intact in the sea, even after touching something. The two small mustaches above its lips were even curled at the tips.

Sam.

"They dare let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry into the palace? Are they blind as idiots?"

He stopped three meters away, looking down at the group of people outside the door.

"Mr. Sam."

The guard who had just verified the token stepped forward with a heavy heart.

Their vice-captain hates being called "vice-captain," so he always calls him "sir." He never participates in work, and no one knows what brought him here today.

"They are relatives of Sophia from the Royal Palace's weaving department, and they possess the token of the Silver Guard's Third Cannon Captain..."

"Three shots?"

Sam let out a cold laugh through his snort, snatched the conch shell, and threw it on the ground.

"What kind of worthless junk given by a peasant can be used to knock on the palace gates?"

He felt Piker tighten his grip on his hand.

She squeezed his hand tightly, handed little Rose, whom she was holding with her other hand, to him, and then turned around and handed Dean, who was in Klaus's arms, to Pick.

"Wait a moment."

After patting Rose's head reassuringly, he turned back with a smile that deepened.

It's okay.

Sam is a hundred times easier to deal with than the dutiful guy.

"Sam... Captain is right."

Hearing this unfamiliar guy call him captain, Sam was secretly pleased, his face showing an expression of "That's right, that's right".

Seeing this, Ren Yi seized the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot:

"That tattered token is certainly not worthy of the noble fish's attention... We are newcomers and do not know the rules, so we have offended you."

"snort......"

Sam brushed away non-existent dust from the gemstone.

"Since you know you don't know the rules, then get lost... Aren't there enough trash in the upper district already?"

That's enough.

Randomly looked at Sam and thought to himself.

"We've brought the rules, and we hope Captain Sam will give us a chance to demonstrate them."

In the pocket,

The "Tear of the Deep" that flashed past Bob was quietly half-revealed from an angle unseen by others.

Even if it's just this tiny bit...

The pure and deep sea-blue hue instantly overshadowed the brilliance of the gemstone on Sam's chest.

Sam's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets, and his two small mustaches twitched violently along with the uncontrollable muscles in his cheeks.

The size... the quality...

He had only seen it once, with the high priest!

"The rules for the palace entry tax..."

Renyi casually tucked the [Tears of the Deep Sea] back into his pocket, rubbed his fingers together suggestively, and said with a smile:

"The children are in a hurry to get to the weaving workshop. Captain, could you please speak with me privately?"

Sam swallowed hard.

He then coughed dramatically, quickly straightened his face, and adopted an iron-fisted, ruthless official demeanor:

"Ahem... Since there's a reason for this, I... the captain isn't an unreasonable person."

"You guys."

He glared at the guard. "Keep a close watch on the gate. I, the captain, will personally verify their tokens!"

That's all.

He eagerly wagged his jingling tail, leading Renyi and Klaus towards the shadow of a huge blue seaweed patch dozens of meters away.

[This jewelry box is probably going to get messed with if it comes to life...]

Be confident, you'll succeed!

[Is the big boss going to ambush us again?]

[This thing is just for show; the two coins in its pocket are probably all hanging on its tail...]

Three children were waiting for them in front of the gate.

Any one that has always valued education

After all, fighting and killing are one thing, but lying, fraud, and bludgeoning... are not things they should be observing.

Behind him, Klaus's breathing grew heavier...

It's one thing to use hair oil... but the mustache is also greasy, and the left side is curled up at a 30-degree angle while the right side is at a 35-degree angle?!

Such a large error must be punished!

As soon as we turned into the shadows of the seaweed patch, the light from the plankton dimmed.

Sam eagerly extended his hand, which was adorned with a gemstone ring:

"Enough talk, hand over the goods! The one from before... if it's not what you ordered, I'll immediately charge you with treason..."

Klaus didn't want to hear him finish speaking.

"Sizzle—"

The tentacles wrapped around Bob's penis and thrust it directly into Sam's side.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..."

The paralysis effect instantly stiffened his entire fish, rendering him unable to even scream. His oily hair stood on end, miraculously becoming clean and refreshed, and his wicked mustache straightened out as well.

Perhaps it's because this thing has too much metal on it.

Bob's Baby works much better on other fish.

But Klaus's brow furrowed into a knot—

This guy's beard is even more asymmetrical!

He rolled up the stun gun... no, the spear, expressionless, and stabbed again without mercy.

"Sizzle—sizzle—!"

Sam's body, which was like a wooden stake, twitched strangely, and his two tufts of charred mustache fell off and were carried away by the water.

This looks much better!

Klaus, still wanting more, was about to go one last time and see if he could give the other guy another Sean-style haircut when Renyi quickly pressed down on his tentacle:

"Alright."

"If we keep using the electric shock, the smell of grilled fish might carry too far and give us away!"