Pirate Archon

About an hour later, Simon hurried back to the safe house with dry food in hand to change shifts with Douglas.

Although it was not safe to go back and forth to the safe house multiple times in one day, considering the major changes that were going to happen in the next few days, Douglas allowed his family to be a little more reckless for the time being.

A little later, the boy returned to the shelter before the zenith of the moon. This small wooden building complex independent of the shack area was extremely rough in workmanship. After several reinforcements, it was barely habitable.

But such a dilapidated hut is already a place that can be called "home" for the orphans who originally suffered from hunger all day long.

Here, they used their own strength to surround the fishing ground, resist the wind and rain, and survive stubbornly and strongly. The children who have grown up in hardships since birth are extremely lucky to be able to survive on the rough and dangerous sea. .

And this luck was undoubtedly brought by Douglas.

Everyone knows this.

"It's the boss"

"Boss is back."

In front of the dark hall, someone shouted first, and then an oil lamp lit up in front of the shack.

Compared with the neatly dressed Douglas, these children with a fishy smell all over their bodies were not very clean, but their eyes that glowed with admiration couldn't be more pure.

Therefore, Douglas showed a rare smile that was difficult to distinguish, and while responding to them, he walked towards the house.

At the same time, among the children, a boy who was much taller than the other companions also stood out from the crowd and greeted Douglas.

Douglas: "Hagrid, is anyone coming to cause trouble today?"

Hagrid opened his vest and patted his chest: "Don't worry, boss, I've beaten everyone with a scar face."

Hearing this, Douglas nodded, and then used his peripheral vision to scan Hagrid up and down amidst the laughter of everyone. There were no wounds, only a few bruises.

Douglas: "Your skills have improved recently and you seem to have gotten bigger."

"Really? Boss thinks so too." Hagrid's voice was still childish, but his arms were as broad as those of an ordinary fisherman. "I said this vest feels like it has shrunk."

"Let Jenny help you change it another day." Douglas nodded, then lowered his voice slightly and said: "Where's Wright?"

"That nerd," Hagrid curled his lips. He was born with a personality that couldn't hide his thoughts, so he had long been dissatisfied with a certain rice insect who lived and ate for free and "had no contribution at all."But because of Douglas' orders, he was willing to continue to suppress similar emotions.

Hagrid: "According to what the boss said, he is upstairs in the maze and is usually not allowed out."

Douglas: "Very well, remember, starting tonight, no one is allowed to approach the Maze Tower unless I personally lead the way."

"It's okay, boss." Hagrid never intended to ask why. In his opinion, Boss Douglas was so smart and everything he did had its own reasons.

Because of this, this boy with pirate blood is also one of Douglas's most trusted people in the shelter.Except for Douglas himself, these tasks that require deterrence are generally left to him.

 

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Just a few words of greeting and no further elaboration.

After sending the children away to rest, Douglas headed towards the maze building avoiding the eyes and ears of others.

As one of the shack buildings, there is nothing special about the appearance of the Maze House. With the skills of these naughty children, Douglas never expected to be able to build a seamless building in such a simple living area. 's secret room.

So in the early stages of building the house, Douglas played a clever trick and reserved a second-floor space in the center of all wooden buildings without a first-floor exit.

If you want to get in and out of this place, you can only take a detour from one of the five or six rooms around it. The specific entrance is deliberately hidden by a base cabinet with a hollowed back, so that outsiders don't know it.

In this way, the Maze Building has become the secret stronghold of this slum area.

The first floor was mainly used for Douglas to convey important decisions to several other key members of the fishery, while the second floor had been occupied by a weirdo who drifted from the sea since three years ago.

"Wright" Douglas knocked on the door, said hello, and then pushed open the partition between the first and second floors.

As soon as you enter the second floor, the first thing you see is various graph papers with shapes and folded lines drawn with pencils.

And in front of the low table in the corner of the room, lighting an oil lamp and writing furiously was the figure of a handsome young man.

His skin was slightly sickly pale due to long-term lack of full exposure to sunlight.

"Douglas" Wright turned around, with a little pencil dust on the tip of his nose, "What's the matter?"

"I do have something to ask of you." Douglas came closer and continued: "I need some anti-inflammatories."

Wright looked at Douglas suspiciously and said, "You are injured."

Douglas: "It's not me, but someone is injured and is in urgent need of anti-inflammatories."

Wright frowned. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he was not a doctor. Being a few years older than Douglas, he didn't have any way to get medicines.

Wright: "But there's nothing I can do. I only know a few things about climate and ocean currents."

Douglas: "It doesn't matter. I have found a way to get the medicine, but I need your help."

"This" Wright smiled bitterly. Compared to the group of wild kids outside, he was 14 years old this year after receiving higher education for quite some time. Although he also admired and was grateful to Douglas for taking care of him, he was not sure about his own abilities. When it comes to combat ability, Wright has always been very self-aware.

Wright: "You don't plan to rob it. It seems I can't help you in this regard."

"I don't want to rob, but we have no money." Douglas waved his hand, interrupting Wright's retort. "Don't worry, I won't be stupid enough to waste precious chartists on robbery activities."

Wright: "What do you mean?"

Douglas: "Wright, I remember you once learned etiquette with the nobles."

"Why are you mentioning that?" A trace of sadness flashed in Wright's eyes, but he quickly controlled it. "It seems like it was a lifetime ago."

Douglas: "I'm sorry to mention your sadness. Actually, I just wanted to ask, if you were asked to dress up as a noble, would you be able to do it?"