Wiping away the slave girl's tears with her thumb, the owner of the hand said in a hoarse voice, "Get up."
The slave girl raised her head and saw a face with a scarf on it. Her hair was messy and the scarf was dirty, but the exposed eyes were so bright that the slave girl could not open her eyes.
She was wearing a leather armor that had been worn for many years, and the edges of the armor had been worn thin. She carried a big sword on her back, and the hilt was wrapped in rags. Her chest was tightened by the leather armor. Because she squatted down, her knees touched and squeezed, and the threads of the leather armor almost burst.
After wiping the slave girl's tears, she stood up.
She was tall.
Her clothes looked a little sloppy, but it revealed a strange wild temperament. This made the slave girl quickly remember the group of people who rushed into the village, killed, robbed, separated her from her family, and took her to the serf market. According to the serfs in the market, that group of people were evil mercenaries.
And the woman in front of her was like a mercenary.
"Ah." Frightened, the slave girl seemed to have gained strength. She struggled to get up from the ground and apologized in a panic, "I'm sorry, Madam. I didn't, I didn't mean to fall."
The mercenary looked at her and said in a hoarse voice again, "You didn't do anything wrong. Why should you apologize?"
"I …" The slave girl did not know how to answer. She was so flustered that she wanted to cry again.
"Come with me."
The mercenary said in an unquestioning tone and turned to leave the cabin. The slave girl was hesitant, but she did not dare to not follow the other party. She lowered her head and did not even dare to look at the mercenary's back.
The mercenary seemed to be walking in the direction of the cafeteria.
On the way.
She suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Girls have to learn to be strong, especially when walking alone."
The slave girl did not know how to answer, but it seemed that the mercenary did not expect her to answer. In a flash, she walked to the cafeteria. The mercenary pushed away the crowded serfs, took the slave girl to the window to get food, and shouted, "Fat Jack, get her a meal!"
"Ah, yes, Captain Swan."
While speaking, the mercenary had turned around and was ready to leave.
The slave girl stood in front of the window, not knowing whether she should get food or follow the maid. Until Fat Pig Jack put a semi-liquid food on a wooden plate and stuffed it into her arms. "Take it, I don't know what's wrong with Captain Swan, but he's helping the serfs get food again."
Holding the fragrant rice, the slave girl felt that she was about to cry again. This time, she was so happy that she wanted to cry.
His daily meal had never been as full as today.
She whispered in a mosquito-like voice, "Thank you." She didn't know if she was speaking to Pig Jack or to Captain Swan.
But she squatted in the corner of the deck and ate the food mixed with beans and flour. The name "Captain Swan" was firmly engraved in her heart. She couldn't understand the Serpentine between the mercenary and the sailor. She only remembered the pronunciation of Fat Pig Jack's name for the mercenary.
…
"Captain Swan is very sympathetic to the slave girl?"
On the bow deck, the female mercenary was enjoying the sea breeze. The second mate of the ship walked forward and asked in what he thought was an elegant manner.
"Why, can't I?"
"Of course not. On the contrary, such a move is heartwarming. I can see that under Captain Swan's tough style, there is a soft female heart."
The mercenary didn't answer the topic and just looked at the sea.
The second mate was not reconciled and said, "I've seen you help several of these little slave girls. Do you see your own shadow in them? People tend to reminisce about their past selves. Did you have such a childhood? Sorry, I didn't mean to mention it. I just wanted to know more about you, Captain Swan. "
A moment later.
Just when the second mate thought he had failed, the mercenary looked at the seagulls on the sea and slowly said, "I have a sister. I haven't seen her for four years. If she were still alive, she would be the same age as the slave girl."
"Well, I see. Parting from family is indeed..."
Not waiting for the second mate to answer.
The mercenary suddenly changed her tone and said impatiently, "Now that your curiosity has been satisfied, can you get out of here?"
"Ah, don't be like that, Captain Swan. I know you're in a bad mood now." The second mate said, reaching out and trying to pat her on the shoulder. "I just want to comfort you, or I can lend you a shoulder..."
But not waiting for his hand to touch her shoulder.
The mercenary suddenly hit the second mate two meters away with an elbow. "Get out!"
"You!" The second mate was angry.
He was greeted by the cold eyes of the mercenary and a hoarse voice, "Don't bother me if you don't want to die. I believe the captain won't care if a few bodies are left at sea."
The second mate was full of anger, but he immediately choked back, rubbed his chest, and walked down the deck unwillingly.
When he entered the cabin where the sailors rested, he was immediately laughed at by a group of disheveled sailors. "Speke, look, the best performance of overestimating yourself!"
"Haha, with your pockmarked face, you dare to provoke Captain Swan. It's so funny."
"Don't be discouraged, Speke, you lasted two minutes longer than Fox."
"Spick didn't last more than five minutes. The loser pays for it consciously!"
"In order to celebrate Speke's failure, I've decided to have another sip of watered down gin, haha."
… …
The sailors in the cabin laughed rudely.
The mercenary didn't hear it. She leaned on the railing of the deck, watching the bow break the waves, and her thoughts drifted away. "Coral Island... Flower Town... Little Maggie..."
At the same time.
The place she was looking forward to.
In the castle, the gray-haired butler Carter walked over to the Lord who was writing the historical epic of "Dragons Fighting in the Wild" and said, "Master, there is one thing you should be happy to hear."
"What is it?" Liszt, who was writing a historical account of "The Evil Fire Dragon and the Powerful Dragon Knight Fought in the Blue Waves Sea", asked without looking up.
"The castle's trainee maid, Maggie, has become a contract mother and daughter with Mrs. Harriet of the grocery store."
He heard the news about Maggie.
Liszt put down his quill pen, raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, what's the plan of Harriet's family, to take Maggie back and stop the internship?" Maggie was a clue related to the smoke mission. He spent a lot of excuses to transfer Maggie to his side.
He didn't want to let Maggie go casually.
Carter's answer made him breathe a sigh of relief. "Of course not, Master. It is a great honor for civilians to be able to work in the castle. Harriet's family is reluctant to give up such a good opportunity."
"Well, Mr. Carter, congratulate Maggie for me. By the way, will she come to the internship this afternoon? "
"She didn't ask for leave. She should be doing the internship as usual."
"Well, give her a grilled steak for dinner."
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