Pirate Codex

Autumn is crisp and clear, with no clouds in the sky.

The old village chief walked around the village with a cane and a smile on his face.

After half a year of self-cultivation and recuperation, the villagers worked together to overcome the most embarrassing difficulties. The village finally regained its former vitality, and everyone regained their expectations for the future.

For this reason, that little guy Arthur really helped a lot. His healing ability was really useful, especially for the seriously injured villagers, who were the backbone of every household.

The old village chief stood on the side of the road with a kind smile, making way for a group of naughty children running by. He reminded them to pay attention to their steps before continuing on.

It is now the time of autumn harvest, and the orchards and wheat fields are full of laughter and busy figures, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

While greeting the working villagers, the village chief lowered his head and walked carefully along the somewhat muddy field ridge.

The staple food of the Merigian Kingdom is still wheat. The flour ground from it can be made into various breads, biscuits, noodles, etc. After fermentation, the wheat can also be made into beer, liquor, etc. Wheat can be said to be the main food cultivated by farmers. crop.

In Orchard Village, because there is not much suitable flat farmland, most of the people still plant fruit trees, supplemented by wheat. Of course, this has also led to the emergence of small workshops for processing various products in Orchard Village, such as jams, fruit shops, fruit wine, etc.

When the old village chief stopped to look at the fruit trees in front of him, he saw a figure striding out of the village.

"Hey, Mondstadt," the village chief opened his mouth and called out to the hurried figure not far away.

The figure turned around. He was a dark, tall, middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a somewhat dull temperament. When he saw that the village chief had called him, he stopped, walked forward, and said honestly: "Village Chief long."

"Where are you going?" the village chief asked, looking at the urgency on Mond's face that had not faded.

"My wife went back to Xiaohe Village to visit her parents. Logically, she should have come back yesterday, but she hasn't come back yet. I wanted to go and have a look." Mond was a little impatient and worried.

Xiaohe Village is a village northeast of Guoyuan Village. The location is considered very remote. It was named Xiaohe Village because there is a small river passing through the village.

"Maggie!" The village chief frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

"Yes, it's Maggie, village chief. I have to leave first. I'm coming back for the autumn harvest." Mond was very anxious. After waving to the village chief, he turned and left.

"Be careful on the road." The village chief had no choice but to warn Mond's back loudly.

After returning home, the village chief still felt unhappy, a little dull and uneasy. After rocking on the recliner for a few times, he put up his crutches again and left without saying a word.

It can be said that the robbery half a year ago broke the peace and beauty of the village and caused painful physical and psychological damage to the villagers. Even if it has calmed down a little now, the word "pirate" is still difficult to eradicate from the hearts of the villagers. That thorn.

Since then, the village has stepped up its vigilance, with half-grown boys often patrolling the village. To the north of the village, on the beach where pirates once landed, there are now people taking turns watching and guarding.

As for the east and south, there are villages on each side, so they are not too vigilant. If

To the northeast of Xiaohe Village, there is indeed a beach where boats can land. Thinking of this, the village chief's heart trembled uncontrollably and his steps quickened.

Not far from the village chief's house is the hunter George's house.

The walls are also made of ashlar, and the doors are made of pine wood. Most of the houses in Orchard Village have the same structure, and there is nothing special about it.

"George"

"George"

"Are you at home"

The village chief knocked on the door with his cane and shouted loudly.

"Is this the village chief?" A somewhat rough voice came from behind the door, and then the door was opened.

This is a man who is 70% similar to George Paul. He is flexible and strong. He is a good hunter in the village and one of the guards on duty.

"I just met Monds at the edge of the village." The village chief looked solemn and told the story straight to the point.

"Maggie has always been a punctual child. I'm afraid that the situation may change, so I would like to ask you to follow me and have a look."

"Okay, then I'll get ready and set off immediately." George was a person who knew the importance. He nodded seriously when he heard this, agreed in a deep voice, and turned back to the house to pack the equipment.

After George finished packing, armed with a bow and arrow on his back, a dagger in his hand, and went out of the village towards Xiaohe Village, the village chief felt slightly relieved, went home with a cane and took a short rest.

The mountain forests in autumn are not as humid and sultry as in summer, and the breeze flows through the trees, bringing the slightest bit of dryness.

"uuuuuu"

In a mountain forest immediately northeast of Orchard Village, Mond, who had just left the village to find his wife, fell in a pool of blood with a bruised nose and face, and screamed as hard as he could.

"Why, you still don't want to say anything?"

A somewhat thin figure was squatting in front of Mond. His appearance was somewhat feminine, his narrow and cold eyes were full of playful cruelty, and a sharp dagger was flexibly rotating in his right hand.

"mmmmmmm"

Blood continued to flow from the wounds all over Mond's body. The flow of blood made Mond unable to get up. He could only raise his head angrily and scream at the figure in front of him.

"Oh oh oh I forgot, you are speechless."

The thin figure looked at the bloody hole in Mond's mouth, stopped turning the dagger, and chuckled nervously.

"Then I'll give you my tongue~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure flipped his fingers, held the dagger upside down, inserted the slippery tongue from the ground, and quickly thrust the dagger and tongue into Mond's mouth.

Then he lifted up his left hand to hold Mond's jaw, closing his mouth, and then pulled out the dagger, leaving his tongue in his mouth.

"uuuuuu"

Mond was in pain, his head kept struggling, and blood kept flowing out from between his teeth. However, the left hand that controlled his jaw remained firmly still.

"Speak, I've already given my tongue back to you."

The figure pulled out the dagger, released his left hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled, urging Mond to speak.

"Okay, okay, Andy, stop playing around and get rid of him quickly."

With rustling footsteps, a short and fat figure carrying a big knife appeared behind Andy and said rather impatiently.

"Okay, boss."

The game was interrupted. The thin Andy was not dissatisfied at all. The dagger in his hand turned into a cold light and slashed across Mond's throat. He held his throat and waited for death. Then he stood up and turned his head to look behind him.

In addition to Boss Charlie who was looking southwest with a knife behind him, there were still nine figures sitting or standing scattered in the forest, looking at him with a smile.

Andy shrugged and was about to say something, but suddenly his expression changed. He looked at Mond's path below him, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes were full of cruelty.

"It seems we have another guest to receive."