Chapter 10

Those who follow will prosper and those who go against will perish.

At the command, the strong spice workers pressed up, stepped on the stairs on both sides of the stern cabin, crowded up the small upper deck, and surrounded Lorraine and lake in an arc.

Lorraine pressed himself down in the crowd, ready to go like a cheetah.

There were eight enemies in front of him, most of whom were not as tall as him, but each of them was stronger than him.

They are not people on the sea. No matter how small the wind and waves in the harbor, the ship can not be as stable as the land, which is good.

According to the estimation of the fighting level of sea school students, one to eight is difficult, especially there is a lake who can't help behind. If you really fight, you may get hurt.

But the other side's footwall is unstable, so it doesn't necessarily have to be injured

The key is fast. If you can lose three at the beginning

Poof!

Sharp blade... Into the meat.

Lorraine was thinking about a quick decision. Suddenly, he felt a cold heart, followed by great pain.

He looked down in disbelief and saw a short blade sticking out of his chest.

This knife is very thin and short. It is lake's ancestral peeling knife. Lorraine has to see it several times a day because lake will use it to cut bacon when dinner is served on the ship.

And now, the knife pierced Lorraine

The bloodstain is faintly stained on the shirt and surrounds the tip of the knife. The wider it is, the bigger it becomes. It looks like a blooming peony.

Peony is in full bloom in the heart.

Lorraine's strength suddenly dissipated, and his long sword clattered to the ground. He fell soft in Lake's arms, and his pupils slowly spread out.

"Sir... Lake... You... Why..."

"You... What are you doing with the sword! What are you doing with the sword!" Lake's voice was panic and sharp. "Didn't you listen to what Sir said? Those who follow will prosper and those who go against will die! Do you want to kill me!"

He asked, pinching Lorraine's shoulder and shaking desperately, which made Lorraine black in front of his eyes.

"You are a sailor! What do I want you to do with a sailor who puts the captain in danger!"

He let out a scream, his arm worked hard, suddenly lifted Lorraine out of the guardrail and threw him out of the boat.

Lorraine fell powerlessly, fell from a height of five or six meters, and sank into the sea with a pop.

After the water spray, only a few circles of slightly undetectable red circles on the sea surface turned into ripples, dispersed and drifted away.

Lake knelt softly on the ground.

"First of all... Sir, I know I'm wrong... I shouldn't... I have children... In Plymouth, I have an eight year old son waiting for me... He's so young that he hasn't learned how to fight and can't support himself..."

He cried and laughed at the mobs, pointed to the sea and said in a hurry, "I'll kill you, you ignorant boy! I'll give you everything! The ship, money and goods are all yours! Please... Forgive... Spare my life... I have children... Forgive..."

……

A dream, or a memory.

The time should be five years old. Lorraine had never remembered this scene before.

Little Lorraine was pushed down the pond.

He was lucky to be pulled out of the lake before drowning and lay unconscious in the spacious bedroom of Drake's old house.

Young Shaq found the culprit who pushed him into the water. Murderous and carrying a sword, he went to Tavistock church school to duel with the stupid children of the two Lords.

Elijah came back from the channel fleet overnight and sent a note to the Lord family as soon as she came back:

Dueling is the honor and tradition of aristocracy. No matter which family's children die or how many die, both families are not allowed to get involved. Otherwise Drake would regard it as a declaration of war, two families, immortal and endless.

Suddenly, the descendants of the sea dragon showed their tusks. Drake's child was dying because of a bad prank

Little Lorraine is in pain.

Although he didn't drown in the water, he began to have a fever because of fear and fear. He experienced a terrible high fever that lasted for half a month.

He was trapped in a nightmare all the way. All his eyes could see were floating grass and cold lake water.

He began to suffocate, vaguely conscious and confused, and came to the blue sea bottom full of sunken ships.

"This is... Boathouse, Norton?"

Lorraine floated blankly in the middle of the sea, watching tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of ship wrecks ring a huge circular city in the middle of the sea.

It is built on the white and soft undersea beach. The quartz sand is mixed with countless golden pearls. The pearls shine, reflecting the ship's bones and the sea into the day.

Brightly colored coral and seaweed are dotted inside and outside, forming alleys and forests.

Lorraine saw a golden lighthouse in the middle of the boathouse.

The lamppost at the top of the tower reflects a rainbow, guiding countless sunken ships to rush from the four poles of the sea like swimming fish.

This is a myth belonging to Norton.

In myth, this place is the tomb of all ships and sailors in the world, and it is also a paradise for people on the sea to yearn for a lifetime.

Lorraine raised an insight: "niord... Lives in a lighthouse?"

He swam towards the lighthouse, swam fast, and soon crossed the circular boat city to the end of Hongqiao.

Unfortunately, he did not see niold holding the oar.

Through the arch column of the lighthouse spire, he saw a blurred color light, in which there were pictures moving, reflecting a richly decorated noble bedroom.

That's... Home.

In the picture, little Lorraine is lying on the familiar iron bed, his eyes closed and his face flushed.

His hair was stuck by sweat, and his face was dark red and pale, because it was twisted and wrinkled.

Is this... A real location?

Lorraine doesn't know.

Through the picture, he saw young Helena enter the room, sit down by the big bed and gently hold little Lorraine's hand.

"Helena..." little Lorraine woke up and called weakly.

Helena's eyes reflect little Lorraine's pain, just as Helena herself is experiencing pain.

Little Lorraine struggled to complain: "Helena, big York and little York scolded me and said I was illegitimate..."

"We're Vikings," Helena said with a smile. "Elia and I had a Viking wedding in Iceland, so you're not illegitimate."

"But they say I'm not a real Viking, Viking hair is golden, and I'm black..."

"We are Vikings."

Helena said it again, then stroked her wavy hair and proudly showed it to little Lorraine.

"Our black hair and brown pupils are the gifts of our ancestors. Because most Vikings are the children of Asgard, and our ancestors are niord. Although he was the sea god of Asgard, he will always be the God of wamheim."

"Really?"

"Really, black hair symbolizes power. We are not only Vikings, but also the most glorious group of Vikings. We are whalers."

[we are whalers]

[black curly hair like deep sea, brown eyes like oars]

[our ancestor, nyold, gave us courage and strength]

[he made our harpoon hit every target, and would also respond to prayers in winter, so that the calm sea could raise summer storms]

[we regard the sea as our home]

[can't be drowned, can't be hurt by cold, can hear whales moaning a hundred miles away, and transparent eyelids help us see ahead]

[we lick the wound and it will heal. As long as we touch the sea, we will produce endless power]

"What is this...?"

"This is the song of the whalers. The black haired Vikings have sung it from generation to generation. Father to daughter, mother to son. Now I pass it on to you."

"Is what the lyrics say true?"

"Of course it's true." Helena smiled, picked up little Lorraine and shook her gently, "so sleep, sleep. A small pond can't hurt you. You're the son of the sea. When you're in the water, you'll only become very strong."

"But I... don't want to sleep..."

"But I... don't want to sleep."

"But I... don't want to sleep!"

Lorraine of Norton, Lorraine of Helena's arms and Lorraine of Cherbourg's black harbor said at the same time.

Wake up

Lorraine, who sank at the bottom of the sea, opened his eyes fiercely, but he didn't seem to open his eyes completely.

A layer of transparent, almost indistinguishable eyelids was covering his eyes, separating the turbid sea water, so that he could clearly see the Artemis beauty floating at the bottom of the wharf and the rows of immortal wooden piles on both sides of the wharf.

This is... Black harbor?

Lake!

The memory awoke in an instant.

Lorraine trembled at the bottom of the sea and wanted to rise to the surface to save lake. As soon as he took action, he immediately felt the sharp pain from his heart.

He spits out a long string of bubbles!

The sea water immediately filled his mouth and nose. He grabbed his neck, pedaled his hands and feet, and soon fainted again.

Before the coma, there was only one thought in his mind.

Lake, you're a fool!