Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 178 The Fragrance of Secret Love

Early the next morning, before dawn, the little old man knocked on the door and woke Marcus up.

"Master Sheriff, it's time to get ready to go, the ship will arrive soon."

Nowadays, there are far fewer smuggling caravans. In the past, there were 50 or [-] people busy at the pier every day, and there were hundreds of smuggling merchant ships in the past!

Looking at it now, he was the only one left behind in the entire port, and the smuggling ships were in charge of the workers responsible for unloading and handling.

And the instigator of all this is the sheriff in front of the little old man, Marcus.

With the advent of the Hex-Flying Gate, the smuggling port they are currently in is the one that has been hit the hardest, and the unlucky ones are actually only those workers who have worked here for many years.

Because the biggest participant behind this smuggled port is Councilor Gilaman, although he lost the income brought by a smuggled port, the part of the shares of Hexfly Gate given by Marcus brought more income. Much more than what she lost.

Therefore, Councilor Gilaman himself did not have much complaints about Marcos, and because of Catherine's relationship, he had a relatively close attitude towards Marcos.

It's not too close, at least not participating in the plans of Saro and other congressmen.

After eating something at the port, the group of four waited for the smuggling merchant ship to finish unloading before boarding the ship.

"Mr. Sheriff."

Marcus unexpectedly discovered that the ship he was returning to was the same ship he had come in, and the captain greeted him with a smile: "I didn't expect such a coincidence, my lord returned to Picheng today on my broken ship, it's so radiant. "

"I didn't expect that either." Marcus nodded at him, thought for a while, and asked, "How do you calculate the business cycle for these ships?"

"This..." The captain's smiling face froze slightly, "My lord is the police chief, it's better not to ask more about such things."

Smuggling merchants with law enforcement officers across the sea is a very risky thing. At this time, Marcus asked about the business cycle, giving people the idea that when I go back, I will come here to squat you and put you in prison.

Marcos was also aware of this, so he stopped asking, and just said, "Don't run this route during the days at the end of next month."

The captain suddenly realized what was happening, and cautiously asked tentatively, "Is the Sheriff planning to arrest people in those few days?"

Marcus glanced at him: "Just do what I say, and don't talk about the rest."

"Yes, yes, yes." The captain bowed again and again: "As usual, according to the rules, the adults have to go to the cabin with their hands and stay there, and then come out when they get there."

Taking people through such a dark channel is not allowed to see the light of day, lest the other party write down the channel and cause trouble in vain.

Marcus had already been popularized this rule when he came here before, and he was familiar with the road, leading Wei and the others into the dark cabin.

This place was originally used for loading goods, but at this time, the goods just emptied to make room, which is much more comfortable than when Marcos came last time.

It's just that the air is cloudy and humid, and it's hard to avoid feeling stuffy after staying for a long time.

If you have the habit of seasickness, it will only be more uncomfortable to be in this kind of space.

Talia grew up in the desert, so she is undoubtedly not used to the wind and waves at sea. She developed symptoms of seasickness shortly after the ship set off.

Pale, retching, and depressed.

"哕~" Thalia retched while holding a wooden basin, "Why is it so uncomfortable? Could it be that the food I ate in the morning wasn't clean...哕~"

"You're seasick." Marcus explained to her the general principle of seasickness: "When you asked for news, didn't anyone tell you?"

"No." Thalia said weakly: "People only told me that I can take a boat near here to go to Ionia, but they didn't say that it's so difficult to take a boat... 哕~"

It wasn't retching, he came out with the goods, the bread and jam he ate in the morning was all mixed together and fell into the basin, the food that had been digested by stomach acid smelled bad, and the whole cabin was filled with this peculiar smell.

Marcus pinched his nose and ordered Craig to say, "Quick, give her more water!"

Clegg didn't speak, took off the water bottle he was carrying, and handed it to Thalia.

Fortunately, when they entered the desert before, they didn't know how much supplies to bring, so they bought a lot of water,

After all, I bought it with money, and I was reluctant to throw it away, so I carried it all back.

Now it comes in handy.

Thalia took the water bottle in a daze, barely took a few sips, and vomited it all up because of seasickness.

"I can't drink it..." Talia wanted to cry, but she regretted it very much now, why did she commit this crime!

So uncomfortable!

"If you can't drink it, you have to drink it!" Marcus said sternly: "Frequent vomiting will cause dehydration. You must ensure water intake, otherwise it will be life-threatening after a long time!"

As he said that, he pointed at Craig and Wei: "You two watch her in shifts, you must let her drink more water!"

The two nodded in response, resisting the smell and staying by Talia's side.

Marcus let go of his nose and took two breaths, stimulated by the smell of vomit, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he also felt a little nauseous.

"No, I can't hold it anymore..."

Marcus ran to the cabin door, put his nose in the crack of the cabin door, and breathed in the weak fresh air to relieve his nausea.

"Here, you have a drink too."

Wei came over with a water bottle and handed it to him. Marcos took it, took a few sips, relieved a lot, and looked at Wei unexpectedly: "Thank you..."

Wei was looked at strangely by him: "Why do you look at me like this?"

Marcus shook the kettle in his hand: "I didn't expect you to care about people."

"I... I just need you to save Van der." Wei's face became a little unnatural: "I don't care about you!"

Marcus shrugged his shoulders noncommittally: "Just think it's because of Van der. But this matter can't be rushed, Blessed Island...that is, the current Shadow Island is very dangerous. With our strength, rushing there is courting death."

"I understand." Wei nodded, patted the Atlas gloves on his waist: "I believe in you."

The research and development of the glove made Wei understand that Marcus was really trying to do something, otherwise, as the sheriff of the Picheng Law Enforcement Bureau, Marcus didn't need to make such a dangerous thing.

"It's best if you can understand." Marcos sighed, and the next story he prepared seemed to be useless.

He also likes to tell stories, especially to fool a simple-minded guy like You Wei with stories, it's a lot of fun.

"Wow~" Thalia broke down: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Craig squatted beside her, bewildered.

He wanted to help Talia relieve the pain of seasickness, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only follow the method taught by Marcus to make Talia drink more water.

"Take a couple more sips, even if you can't swallow it down, you can feel better by rinsing your mouth." Clegg persuaded softly.

Marcus looked at the two of them, suddenly smiled, and whispered to Wei, "Did you smell it?"

Wei inhaled twice, only the smell of vomit, coughing until she choked, took the water bottle in Marcus's hand and rinsed her mouth: "What do you smell?"

"The scent of secret love." Marcus looked at Clegg and smiled strangely.

(End of this chapter)