Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 161 Dividing the spoils
In the first officer's room of the cargo ship, the reunited people sat on the chairs bored and breathed out. The smooth journey made everyone feel good, except for Black.

The air in the room relieved his seasickness to some extent, but it was still very serious. In the words of Khalil Torrance, this is a process that everyone must go through. Some people just get dizzy.

Cowley and Carol both had the experience of taking a boat, and they have adapted to it. Miraculously, Carl took a boat for the first time, but he didn’t feel any discomfort. He said to Blake, who was holding a wooden barrel and retching, “You What's the matter, are you performing something? Depressed Black almost hit him with a tomahawk, if he wasn't so weak now that he couldn't even lift the tomahawk.

Taking out the magic pocket, Cowley poured the gold coins on the table like a bandit, and the golden light blinded several people's eyes.

Carol swallowed, the light of the gold coin was reflected in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to grab a gold coin, and fiddled with it in his hand, "I seem to see a griffin waving to me."

Carol from Eagle's Nest Mountain already has the strength of a Griffin Knight. Although this guy is a member of the Wildhammer clan, his family background is not good. In addition, he has never had the consciousness of saving money, so he became an Eagle's Nest A joke on the mountain, a griffin rider without a griffin.

This is why Carol is not in Eagle's Nest Mountain, so he ran out to take risks, save enough gold coins, raise a griffin, and turn him into a veritable griffin rider.

Knocking on the window of the room, Carl opened the window of the room, and the room got rid of the dark environment and became brighter.

Karl nodded in satisfaction. In the dark environment, several people pointed fingers at a pile of gold coins, which made him feel like robbers dividing up the stolen goods.

"The silver coins and copper coins in the Midas family's treasure have been exchanged for gold coins by me, for the convenience of wind and dirt," Cowley said while standing on the stool and dancing.

"Splitting the spoils..." Carl rolled his eyes, acting like a robber.

"The treasures of the Midas family total 460 gold coins," Cowley pointed to the ledger in his hand, and continued: "Each person has 92 gold coins, and I have given Pastor Leah's share to her."

"She didn't have much interest in these gold coins, but she accepted them anyway."

"Exploring the Midas Castle mission rewards 500 gold coins, of which we have divided the advance payment of 100 gold coins, and this is the remaining 400 gold coins."

"100 per person!"

"Okay!" Carol shouted.

"Wait a minute," Karl interrupted the two who were about to share the reward, "Kul Tiras's boat ride costs 50 gold coins, and this needs to be deducted."

"350 plus 368, a total of 718 gold coins!"

"150 gold coins per person," Carl sat down, looked at the excited people around and suggested, "The rest will be used as team expenses, such as repairing equipment."

Carol and Black nodded in agreement.

"Or the cost of inquiring about intelligence."

Cowley raised his hands in agreement and said excitedly, "Great!"

"You can also reimburse the cost of casting materials," Carl complained to several people, "Although I am relatively economical, the cost of materials in the past few days is close to 5 gold coins, but forget it before, after all, everyone pays for themselves. From now on Just use the money."

Cowley and Carroll excitedly began to tidy up the gold coins on the table. Black, who was hiding aside, showed envious eyes. Although he also wanted to help and increase the following sense of participation, the bad boat experience prevented his teammates from being polluted by vomit. Can only give up.

"Would you like to be together?" Cowley looked at Carl who was indifferent, and fiddled with the gold coins.

"Come on, I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Carl smiled, stood up and left the room.

There was a dark corridor outside the room. Carl quickened his pace and came to the deck of the sailing ship. After all, the Revenge was only a smuggled cargo ship, so the rooms were not luxurious. There were only two decent rooms located at the stern. Captain's cabin and substantial room.

As for the others, including the second mate, the third mate, and the boatswain, they could only rest in the cabin. Coupled with the cargo in the cabin, the space became limited.

Being in such an environment is a test for the body, and a dark and humid environment is prone to breed various diseases. In this era where medicine relies on holy light, ordinary pneumonia will kill a person.

Most of the food they put on is food that is easy to preserve. The lack of intake of vegetables and fruits will further weaken the sailors' bodies under long-term lack. Therefore, the fatality rate of sea voyages is very high, and most people will die within 5 years.

This is the fate of most cargo ship sailors, as for merchant ships, it is completely different from cargo ships.

Climb up the wooden stairs at the stern to the platform above the captain's cabin.

Acting captain Khalil Torrance was sprawled over the side of the boat, gazing dreamily at the coast of Hillsbrad.

"You start to miss life on land so soon?"

"No," Khalil Torrance said without looking back while holding the wine glass, "I love the sea, but the sea doesn't love us."

"Good morning, Mr. Mage," Khalil turned around, leaned against the side of the boat, and pulled out an empty wine glass and a bottle of amber rum from his pocket as if by magic.

Carl stared at the wine glass dumbfounded. In this world, only rich people can use ceramics or glass as tableware. Obviously, the people on this ship are not. The wine glasses they use are similar to wooden wine glasses in taverns or hotels.

It's just that the size of the wine glass is a bit larger than Carl's expectation. When the two wine glasses are filled with rum, the bottle also bottoms out.

"Cheers," Khalil handed Carl a glass, clinked it, and guzzled.

A person who can drink heavily in the early morning can't hold too much alcohol. I believe he has a lot in common with Black and Carol.

The rum tastes spicy, slightly sweet, and strong. After taking a sip, Karl coughed violently.

"Hahaha!" Khalil laughed and patted Karl on the back, and he could see that he was in a good mood, "Mr. Mage, we were almost scared to death by you yesterday."

"No way, smuggling is playing tricks on the laws of various countries, and I'm still afraid of this."

"We're not afraid of the law," Khalil took a sip of his wine and shook his head.

"Because the punishment for smuggling in the law is not heavy, you can get out after a few years of jail at most, especially in Kul Tiras, you can leave in the afternoon after paying the money directly."

"What we are afraid of is the power that can make people die, such as you."

"I?"

"That's right," Khalil showed a look of reminiscence, "mysterious, powerful, and eccentric. If possible, I really don't want to deal with spellcasters."

(End of this chapter)