The Great Age of Voyage of the Elves

Chapter 247 Illusion
Mu doesn't care about gold, at least at the moment, without any channels to sell stolen goods and supply pressure, he doesn't value gold so much.

But that doesn't mean he's actually going to give the gold back to some idiot.

After hearing Mu's words, the noble didn't react immediately, "Ah... yes, ours, I will indeed pay you part of it, but now it will have to wait until you send me back, should you return the box to me now?"

As he said that, he turned his head and winked at his guard "secretly".

He still believes that he is capable of protecting himself by force.

The big reason why he was always so arrogant on the last ship was that no one on that ship could deal with his guards and elves.

However, at this moment, his guards were all pretending to be blind, their eyes wandering, pretending not to see the employer's hint.

The Dream Demon is rolling happily above their heads;

Not far away, the crocodile that had just picked up another drowning man cast a cold glance at them, its sharp claws brazenly rubbing its jaw and exposed fangs;
High above, the Thorn Dragon King hovered next to the mast, his barrel-like mouthparts were always locked on their heads.

Are these guards moved in this case?

The answer is obviously - dare not move, dare not move!

Such a cold response made the aristocratic grandfather stomp his feet angrily.

But at this moment, Mu patted him on the shoulder again.

"I said, that's our gold, this us, didn't say it includes you."

"Are you kidding me?! That's my money!!"

Finally, the noble realized that he had been tricked.

"You bunch of humble mud legs, do you know who you are talking to?!"

A domineering declaration signaled the breakdown of the negotiations.

Because of this, Mu finally put away the smirk on his face.

To be honest, it's tiring to keep smiling like this.

"Snapped."

He snapped his fingers casually.

The next moment, the blue chubby dog ​​above the nobleman's head was instantly pierced by the Dragon King's "Dragon's Breath" laser, and quickly deflated as if leaking air, and fell back to the ground.

"Take down this idiot!!" It's unbelievable that this confident declaration was uttered by a nobleman.

A chubby fall still failed to wake him up, and he waved his hand, still trying to order his guards and their dancing swans to attack.

However, after the mouthparts of the Thorn Dragon King swept over these people and elves one by one, none of the creatures took a step.

"Forehead?"

It wasn't until this moment that the nobleman finally realized that something was wrong.

When he let go of his saturated conceit and looked around again, he realized that the number of elves on this ship seemed a bit too much...

One minute later, he was tied up with a rope and stuffed back into the sea, begging for mercy loudly while thrashing hard, and he was quite energetic for a while.

Until then, the rescued drowning people finally realized a problem.

The ship that rescued them, if judged by the standards of expedition ships, seemed to be a bit too exaggerated in terms of numbers and firepower.

Finally, after getting the information he wanted and dealing with the thorns that were not clear-headed, Mu clapped his hands and let everyone on the deck look over, and finally announced something.

"First of all, we are not some expedition ship, don't expect us to take you back."

Someone immediately became dissatisfied.

"Why?! Are you throwing us in this kind of place to kill us?!"

Mu turned his head to look at the man.

Two seconds later, the man was thrown from the deck by the three crew members.

Before throwing away, he did not forget to strip off the last belongings and clothes on his body.

In such cold weather, clothes are also very important supplies.

This throw was extremely effective, and immediately made the deck much quieter, and the whole atmosphere became more obedient.

"Since you were rescued by us, it is reasonable for us to throw you down, isn't it?"

Mu asked with a smile.

At this time, no one dared to answer.

"Of course, we are not devils. As long as everyone cooperates and shares with us the situation in this area, as well as the information about the bounty, the sea area and the Buglass family, we can spare a little time to help you make some rafts with these nearby materials."

With the help of the elves, it is not difficult to assemble a few rafts with these ready-made floating planks on the sea, and even make them a simple mast and sail, because there are a lot of fabrics on the surrounding sea.

"Can you give us some more food?"

Mu smiled, "There are fish in the sea, catch them yourself."

"Why is this? We probably won't be able to survive if you do this, so why are you saving us?"

Mu turned his head and glanced at the man, with a smile on his face, but his eyes made people tremble.

"What gave you the illusion that I brought you up to save you?"

"..."

After that glance, no one on the entire deck dared to do it again.

Only one side of the deck remained, the sound of some blind nobleman thumping in the sea.

It can be seen that he really didn't suffer from the cold before, it has been soaking for several minutes, and he is still so energetic.

His existence is undoubtedly an excellent deterrent. As long as he is still thumping, everyone on the boat needs to carefully consider the consequences before they have evil thoughts.

That's why Mu didn't kill him.

After further extraction, Mu soon got more news about the bounty offered by the Buglass family.

At the same time, the authenticity of many news was also verified by comparing it with some of the information that was drawn out before the conflict broke out.

For example, by comparing successively, Mu found several guys who deliberately used false news to deceive them after being coerced or asking for food to no avail.

These people didn't need to explain to Mutter, Ryles and others quickly threw them back into the sea quickly.

This move by Ryles also made the rescued people on the ship finally realize that this young soldier who looks handsome and full of aristocratic temperament in front of him actually has nothing to do with being elegant and easy-going.

After getting relatively complete information, Mu also kept his promise, arranged for the Black Pearl to stay nearby for a while, and asked many elves on board to go into the water to salvage wood and cloth to help the survivors make rafts.

There are limits to helping these people.

But divide their supplies or even give up the Black Pearl's own voyage to send them back to shore?Don't even think about it.

Mu is willing to keep a part of his conscience, but he has never been a saint.

If someone likes to force him to do it?
Then such a person must not be on his boat, but should return to the cold water.

Taking advantage of the short period of time when the crew and elves on the ship helped build the raft, Mu returned to the captain's room and took out a yellowed notebook, wrote and drew on it with a quill pen, recording and sorting out the known information so far.

While remembering, he whispered subconsciously.

"I didn't expect that there are legends of ghost ships in this world..."

(End of this chapter)