"Hey! You bastard, what do you think you're doing? "
Just when the small fry came to the wooden barrels, a voice suddenly sounded and stopped him in his tracks.
"These three barrels are for the captain to drink. Do you want to die?"
Although the person who spoke was out of Brother Jue's line of sight, from his voice and tone, he should be a pirate with a higher position than the small fry.
"Uh … hehe …" After the small fry pirate heard this, he paused for a moment, then laughed, "I … I'm sorry … I drank too much."
"Go away … Go away …" The man didn't want to talk nonsense with this small fry, so he just chased him away with an impatient tone.
Seeing the small fry turn around and leave, Feng Bujue was slightly relieved.
Unexpectedly, before he could take a second breath, there was a new situation …
"Mr. Volger!" Accompanied by a series of hurried footsteps, another sailor in a short coat appeared in Brother Jue's line of sight and shouted as he walked, "Who saw Mr. Volger?"
"I'm here, silly." Obviously, the person who chased the drunkard away was the "Mr. Volger" mentioned by the sailor. He immediately shouted back, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Oh! You're there … I didn't see you just now. "The sailor in the short coat turned his head and quickly continued," That … The captain asked me to pass a message to you. "
"What did the captain say?" Mr. Volger was not a polite person, but when he said the word "captain", his tone was still respectful.
"The captain said that the third storage room has now been vacated. Please send a few people to send the three barrels of 'Withered Leaf Wine' in as soon as possible," the sailor in the short coat replied.
"Got it, I'll do it right away. Go and report it," Volger replied.
"Yes." The sailor in the short coat didn't say much and left.
A few seconds later, Feng Bujue heard a "thump" sound as if something heavy fell to the ground from a high place.
Brother Jue almost instantly deduced that this was the sound of Volger jumping from somewhere.
"Hey, you, you, and … you two, come and help me." After Volger stood still, he shouted a few more times.
Then, there were a few footsteps around him.
At this time, Feng Bujue realized that … there seemed to be a lot of people outside the range of his "Peephole Vision"; but what exactly they were doing … It was not easy to deduce. Because the sound of the waves and wind and rain outside the ship was too noisy, Brother Jue could only distinguish the voices that were closer to him.
"Then let's roll the barrel?" After a few seconds, a stranger's voice not far away.
"Bullsh * t!" Then came Volger's scolding. "Do you know what Withered Leaf Wine is? Do you think it's the same lousy stuff that you usually drink? "
"Uh …" The other party was at a loss for words after being scolded by him.
"Listen up, all of you." Even though Volger's words were crude, he was still a reasonable person. He would clearly explain the reason for his scolding. "Dry Leaf Wine is a paste that is stored in a solid state. When you want to drink it, you have to first take a few spoonfuls of it and place it in a sealed pot or cup. Shake it violently for a dozen times, then the paste will turn into a liquid. So, when storing and transporting Dry Leaf Wine, you have to pay attention to two things … First, you have to avoid putting it in a completely sealed container … As you can see, these barrels have holes that are used for ventilation. And second … You can't put the wine container … Roll! Come! Roll! Go! "
When he said the last few words, Volger was already roaring.
As for the few pirates that he called over … Due to their limited intelligence and knowledge, they didn't fully understand what he said. However, as normal sailors, they just had to follow Volger's instructions. It didn't matter if they understood or not.
Thus, the four pirates quickly divided the work. Two of them each carried a barrel, and carefully lifted two of the three barrels. Mr. Volger, on the other hand, carried the barrel that Brother Jue was in with one arm on his shoulder.
Thus, under Volger's lead, the five pirates carried the three barrels and quickly moved towards the "third storage room".
"Hmm … I can't see anything in this state …" Along the way, Feng Bujue who was nestled in the barrel didn't feel much discomfort. It was just that … the small hole in front of his eyes was facing upwards during the process of moving, so he could only see the ceiling of the cabin. He couldn't see his surroundings at all.
Of course, even if he could only see the ceiling, Feng Bujue could still remember the route he took …
As mentioned before, Brother Jue's memory and ability to find his way had been trained. He could find his way back blindfolded, let alone see the ceiling.
…
After seven or eight minutes, Brother Jue was brought to a crowded room full of things.
The pirates were very agile. In a few moments, they used a rope net to firmly secure the three barrels to the wall.
Then, they followed Volger and left.
The moment the door closed, the space fell into darkness.
Darkness would blind vision, and when one of the senses was limited, the other senses would naturally become sharper.
The sound of the waves that had been ignored gradually became clearer in the darkness.
Although from the opening cinematic, the wind and waves outside the ship were very strong, the shaking inside the cabin was much smaller than expected.
"I say …" After a minute of silence, Feng Bujue spoke, "You two … should be able to hear me, right?"
There was no doubt that there was a player in each of the three barrels, and they were in the same situation at the moment.
"Ah …" The next second, a familiar voice sounded from Feng Bujue's left. "I can hear you."
Although the two wooden planks made the voice a little muffled, Brother Jue had already seen the team information in the game's menu, so he immediately recognized the voice as Hong Hu.
"Haha … Mr. Crow, we are fated to meet." After two seconds, another voice came from Brother Jue's right. "I didn't expect to meet you here."
This person's voice and tone carried a bit of arrogance, but … it didn't give people the feeling of "overbearing" disgust.
From his words, it was clear that he knew Feng Bujue. In fact, he was probably one of the people that Brother Jue did not want to meet in the game …
When he saw the name "Hong Hu" in the team column, Feng Bujue thought, "F * ck, it's you again."
Then, when Brother Jue saw the name "Snow", only one word popped up in his mind — "Motherf * cker."
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