A human head.

A human head that still retains the surprise and fear of its last moments of life.

It was now placed on the table in front of Chen Senran, looking at him in horror.

This is a fresh human head, even with the rich moisture of the ocean on it. It was brought from the sea by a sailor non-stop during a magic moment.

This shows that Dönitz was very concerned about this matter.

"He wanted to tell me his loyalty." Chen Senran looked at the head with his eyes covered by cloth, as if he could really see it, and showed a playful smile.

"Isn't that bad?" Graves flicked the ashes of the cigar in his hand, paused only for a moment, then lowered his head and continued reading by the light.

He has recently become obsessed with "The General History of Valoran" and feels that this continent is really dirty.

It's night, and another spring rain is coming quietly. Tomorrow morning, the air will smell of a mixture of earth and water vapor, and a lot of blood will be covered up, just like it has happened countless times in the past.

There was a fire burning in the tent, only Chen Senran and Graves were doing their own thing, and the little fishman Fitz was dozing off against the light of the fire.

There are no outsiders.

So it's appropriate to say some things that are inappropriate to say.

"Of course." Chen Senran nodded and said slowly, "It just depends on who you are loyal to."

These were heart-wrenching words, but Graves just paused and responded: "I don't think it's for you."

A person who has the strongest fleet in the entire Endless Sea is in a place where there is no control at all, so his loyalty...

"It's definitely not to Planck." Graves said firmly.

Once a person has strong enough strength, he can only be loyal to one person, and that is himself.

This is a common occurrence in Valoran's thousands of years of history.

See, this is the benefit of studying history. Even if you are not too smart, you can still learn enough lessons from countless people smarter than you.

"It can only be him." Chen Senran still smiled, as if he was not facing a human head, but an elegant celebrity, "I have been in contact with Dönitz several times, and he does have a strong

Personal charm. But he is not a hero. Even if he now has the strongest navy in the entire Endless Sea, all he thinks about is self-preservation. This is a chaotic era, and he may still have a long-cherished wish in his heart that must be fulfilled.

, then he can only be a hero. Heroes are not scary, because heroes cannot survive in troubled times."

"So he is trustworthy?" Graves took a deep breath from his cigar, and the burning cigarette gave off an uncertain flame in the darkness.

"I don't know." Chen Senran shook his head. His tone was a little erratic, as if he was thinking about whether Dönitz was really credible.

"What should I do with this head? Do you want to show it to the big guys?" Graves raised his head and glanced at the head, asking a bit playfully.

"No, of course not. If this head is really placed on the conference table and everyone sees the panic of this young man before his death, then it will play into the opponent's plan." Chen Senran smiled and sighed,

"This is a good move. Regardless of whether he succeeded in instigating Dönitz in the end, he has always planted a thorn in our hearts. If I really make this head public, then it will be like a thorn in everyone's heart."

If we have buried a thorn in the ground, then our alliance, which is not strong in the first place, will be even more precarious. This is the art of rebellion."

"So..." Graves flipped through the "General History of Valoran" carelessly in his hand, half of the smoke already burned out.

"Take it to feed the dog." Chen Senran leaned back on the chair a little tiredly. In a voice that only he could hear, he whispered, "I now understand a little bit why Tianwang Mountain was given to us."

Outside the tent, the spring rain continued.

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The spring rain is still falling.

A place far west of Tianwang Mountain.

Under a hillside sheltered from the rain, a team of a hundred people sat quietly in the darkness. Occasionally, raindrops fell on their dark armor, making a sound like the wind blowing on iron horses.

They are like a group of lonely ghosts in the dark night.

In the wind and rain, waiting for the living people who accidentally enter.

"Do we still want to move forward?" Someone finally spoke among the silent ghosts. He was sitting in the center of all the ghosts, seemingly in a leading position.

But his words had an obvious meaning of inquiry, and he said them with some respect to a man sitting in another empty space far away from all the lonely ghosts.

There was also a person sitting there.

No, it's a ghost.

An evil ghost, an evil ghost with its eyes closed.

When the man said those words, the evil ghost seemed to open its closed eyes.

In an instant, the air around him became colder, and even the continuous rain seemed to have stopped for a moment because of him.

"Why don't you move forward?" the evil ghost said, with a hoarse voice that sounded like gold and iron clashing, as if leaking from some closed mask.

He did not use questions, but used a very cold affirmative.

He didn't seem to be answering, but making a decision.

"Vincent, we have gone very deep. We are already more than a day and a half away from Tianwang Mountain. This is already a taboo area in the code." The leader hesitated, but in the end he said it bravely.

come out.

"If you're afraid, you can leave. If you're afraid, you can all leave. I didn't ask you to follow me." The evil ghost known as Vincent replied.

It was so cold that there was no room for maneuver.

"Vincent, you..." The leader seemed a little angry, but he immediately suppressed it and said in a helpless tone, "Vincent, we all know your bravery, but we

After all, there are only a hundred people. If we go too deep, we may...none of us here is afraid of death, but we don't want to die worthless..."

"I said, if you are afraid, just leave without anyone stopping you." Vincent interrupted him coldly without giving the other person a chance to finish, and then closed his eyes again.

The late night spring rain is very cold.

The leader probably opened and closed his mouth a few times, wanting to say something more, but when he saw the evil ghost in the darkness closing its eyes, he wisely stopped talking.

Silence, deathly silence.

A strange atmosphere spread among everyone, and everyone looked south involuntarily.

In the south, across the vast sea, that is their hometown, and it also rains there at this time of year.

When it rains, the aroma of rum will be more intense.

Maybe, in this life, I will never be able to go back.

Bilgewater.

Is it raining for you too? (To be continued..)

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