One of the pirate swords splits the new world

You can't break in from the outside, and people don't want to come out. This is an old turtle.

Can I have someone take me in? For example, as a slave.

However, if you want to implement this idea, you need more details about the interior of Sharif Castle. Ask Aslan.

Ryan knew that this was a scar that Aslan didn't want to mention, and besides, Sylvie was around, so he didn't continue to dwell on this topic.

However, Sylvie didn't seem to understand the connotation of the conversation between Ryan and Aslan, and she was still immersed in the sadness of losing her father.

"Let's not talk about that."

Ryan grabbed the backpack on the bed, opened it, and said to Aslan: "Aslan, you are a local snake, do you have a way to get rid of these things?"

Aslan took a look at the contents of his backpack, reached out to his right hand and took out a ring, put it in front of his eyes for inspection, then showed the pattern on the ring to Ryan while shaking his head and said: "It was possible before, but now I’m afraid not. Almost all pawn shops and black stolen goods channels in this town have Mike Sherif’s eyes. And these things have obvious gang signs on them. No matter where I sell these things, Sherif will know the news immediately.”

"That's it, let's keep it for now. Then we can take action somewhere else later. By the way, what time is it now?"

"It's 3:38 PM, Mr. Lane."

Ryan looked at the sky outside the window. "Mike Sharif didn't dare to send hundreds of people to arrest us in broad daylight. The noise was too big and the damage was huge. But at night, he didn't care. If we continued to live in the city, he would directly If people surround the hotel, it will be difficult for us to escape.”

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, Ryan said: "In this case, you first send Miss Sylvie back to where she lives now, and then go back to our previous hotel to get my luggage. I will go and deal with the boat with Boss Dave. The formalities are completed. Finally, we meet at the dock."

"What will happen next, Miss Sylvie?"

"Boss Dave takes care of her, so it's not your turn to worry about her." Ryan said angrily.

"But..." Aslan wanted to say something more, but was rudely interrupted by Ryan, "Both of us could die at any time, but you actually still miss Niuer?"

"No, no, it's not..." Aslan began to stutter, while Sylvie, who was standing aside, showed a blush on her face and lowered her head shyly.

"Okay, let's go do things quickly." Ryan waved his hand and urged them to leave quickly.

Aslan knew that if he stayed any longer, Sylvie would probably not dare to look at him, so he got up and left with Sylvie.

After the two left, Ryan muttered: Sure enough, love makes people wise.

After changing his clothes, Ryan found Dave, the owner of the shipyard, and went to the notary office with him to complete the boat transaction procedures. The significance of fair procedures does not only lie in the ownership of the ship, but also in that a fair ship is equivalent to an officially recognized legal ship and can enter and exit any free port in the world. Of course, if Ryan robs as a pirate, once he is wanted, justice will automatically be invalidated.

In order to thank Ryan for his help, Boss Dave gave Ryan a discount and sold the boat to Ryan for the original recovery price of 800 million Baileys. Including fair expenses and asking boss Dave to help purchase daily necessities on the ship, Ryan spent a total of 900 million beli.

At present, the remaining money in Lane's hands plus the money seized from the gangs totals more than 1700 million Baileys and a pile of gold and silver jewelry.

Afterwards, Aslan came to join him with Ryan's luggage. After the two of them sorted out the items on the boat, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

In order to thank Ryan and Aslan for saving their lives, Miss Sylvie volunteered to prepare dinner for them.

Ryan and Aslan came to the living room and sat down. Ryan took a cigarette from Aslan, lit it, and said, "Aslan."

"Ok?"

"Were your hands and feet shackled after you were captured in Sharif Castle?"

"This..." Aslan looked back at the kitchen, and there was a soft humming sound coming from inside. Then, he replied in a low voice: "Wear them all the time on the road. After entering the Earl of Lille's palace, we will throw the person directly into the cell. It will not be possible to remove the shackles until he is sold as a slave."

"Will there be a body search?"

"No, because the slaves who come basically wear a few single clothes and can't hide anything at all. And some things were taken away when they were caught."

"What do the shackles look like? Are the hands and ankles also made of metal?"

"Yes, the shackles are made entirely of metal."

"That's it. It seems like my idea won't work."

Ryan's original idea was to find Sharif's slave ship, pretend to be a civilian and be captured. Then he hid a razor blade in his hair, and after entering the castle, he used the razor blade to cut his wristbands, and then directly assassinated the king. Unfortunately, the shackles' wristbands are made of metal and cannot be cut with a blade. Ryan's idea won't work. Unless he can immediately understand the secret of cutting iron and use a blade to cut off the shackles, otherwise, entering the Earl's Mansion as a slave, with shackles and bare hands, is simply to die.

The two of them didn't talk after that, just smoking in silence.

"It's time to eat."

Not long after, Sylvie's dinner was ready. She walked to the kitchen door and shouted towards the living room. Ryan and Aslan approached the restaurant and saw three plates of curry rice on the table. Approaching the table, and after the three of them sat down, Aslan took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly: "It smells so good. Miss Sylvie's cooking is really exciting."

Sylvie covered her mouth shyly, but she couldn't hide the joy that overflowed from her eyes.

Ryan glanced at Aslan speechlessly. Licking a dog will lead to a bad death.

Ryan lowered his head and took a bite of the curry rice. Hmm. It tastes really good.

"Miss Sylvie is very talented in cooking."

Sylvie heard Ryan's praise and responded modestly: "No, I'm still far behind."

Ryan was noncommittal about Sylvie's modesty and continued to ask: "What does Miss Sylvie want to do in the future? Do you have any dreams?"

"I want to be an excellent chef, and I also want to go to the legendary ALLBLUE." Sylvie said with a look of yearning on her face.

"ALLBLUE? What is that?" Aslan interjected.

Sylvie explained to Aslan: "There is a legendary ocean that brings together all kinds of ingredients in the world. It is the dream place shared by almost all chefs."

"Really? So if you want to get there, you have to go to sea, right?" Aslan said, tapping Ryan's waist with his elbow under the table. Ryan turned his head and saw Aslan's eyes almost reaching his temples.

However, Ryan did not immediately take a stance.

After dinner, Aslan sent Sylvie back to the shipyard owner. After returning, the two stood on the deck of the ship and blew in the wind. While wiping his beloved knife, Ryan said, "Do you know why I didn't ask her to come on board just now?"

Without waiting for Aslan to answer, Ryan continued: "It is unknown whether we both can see the sun tomorrow. Should we let her get on the boat and die with us?"

"Hey," Aslan sighed.

Ryan asked again: "When will Sharif's people come?"

"He has probably sent people to keep an eye on us now. Once the curfew is over, he will send a large number of people over. It is estimated to be around 10 o'clock, and it is already 8 o'clock now."

There are still a lot of lights on the pier. When these lights go out, it will be Sharif's time to take action.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, are there any masters around Sharif?"

"It is said that there are two of them. One of them is a monk named Wulong who has been with Sharif ten years ago. The other one came a year ago and is a master of swordsmanship. He is in his early twenties and comes from a nearby island. , it is said that he is the disciple of some swordsman."

Swordsman?

In this land of four seas, true swordsmen are rare. Most of the so-called swordsmen are those who are good at swordsmanship and are praised by laymen. As for the real swordsmen who can understand the secret of cutting iron, Ryan has only met one - his master Ryuuji Sasaki.

Wait, early twenties, a year ago, from nearby, disciple of the swordsman. Could it be...