Chapter 249

On the side of the ship, the golden swordfish were still in a formation, but it was obviously different from the half dead and motionless state of nonviolence and non resistance.

The golden swordfish's eyes opened, and its body began to move. It swayed gently from side to side. The fish's belly scratched a shallow mark on the sharp dagger, but he didn't realize it.

That swing is not so much a struggle as a kind of Fawning, Fowles stares at the golden swordfish, the red fruit is flattering eyes, surprised at the vulgarity of the three people: "what have you done?"

"We What did you do? " Three people looked at each other, confused, "is to continue as you ordered..."

"I know what you did. What happened later?" he said

"Later There was nothing later. Later, you and the captain went there to practice their unique skills. The three of us crowded to the side of the boat to see. When we came back, it would look like this... "

"No, it's impossible!" There must be some reason, Fowles frowned and pondered. Could it be that ailos's frightful performance of the ice gun shocked this thing and made it so flattering?

It seems unlikely that But there was no reason for Fowles to think of anything else. He waved to Eros: "come here for a second."

"What's the matter?" Eros comes running.

No, it's not because of this. With the king Dou coming, the fish doesn't even look at it. Although it doesn't recognize the appearance of Eros, it can't see the performance on the sea. If it's Wang Bazhi who is awed by ailos, it can feel the breath of this man without eyes.

"You're useless. Let's go..." If it wasn't Eros, what could it be

Fowles gazed into the eyes of the swordfish. Slowly, slowly, he finally found something strange: "you What did you pour on it? "

"Just pee. What else?"

"Tell the truth!"

"Well, this You old man asked us to continue. We really tried our best to do this thing well. But, you know, urine is not something you can have So So... " Three people are unconsciously a bit nervous, shivering at Fowles.

Fowles laughed and looked at what was in their hands: "so You pour rum on it, don't you? "

"Master, you are really a candle shining on the world, seeing thousands of miles!" "Yes, yes, how did you guess that?" "Master, we don't dare to do it again. Please spare us this time. We dare not..." Three muddleheaded people don't understand what happened.

"All right, all right, you three don't flatter me. You've done meritorious deeds, you know?" Fowles did.

"Set up Have you done something? " Three people looked at each other, "how What do you mean

"This fish is drunk, and wants it, and is begging for wine..." Fowles takes the rum from the three men and pours it on the head of the swordfish.

Sure enough, the swordfish ignored his neck, and under the sharp blade of the dagger, he tried his best to hold up his head, opened his small mouth, and tried his best to catch the wine and gulp down his stomach.

The blade of the knife suddenly cut several wounds all over its body, but the swordfish seemed to feel no pain at all.

"How much wine did you pour into it?" When he realized the truth, the more he looked at it, the more obvious it was. Fowles couldn't help but ask, remember when I woke up to see him for the first time, it was not like this at all?

"Not much? Four bottles? Five bottles? " The three men looked at each other and began to count the wine bottles placed on the side of the ship This bottle is also 1、 Two, three... "

Although the golden swordfish is two meters long, only ten centimeters wide and less than one centimeter thick, it is not enough to weigh two kilograms. Even if it weighs two kilograms, it drinks the same wine as its own. It is no wonder that such a high-level Warcraft is so drunk.

However, Fowles had one more thing to wonder about: "why count after I got up?"

"Er, well, since adults came to see us, the three of us couldn't pee anymore, so So... "

Since then, the "wow Wow... " The voice of the voice is all they pour wine, rather than bold in public water, Fowles listen to spit blood, so to say, all the time, his that is white disgusting!

"Be my pet. I'll take care of your meat and drink." It's just like this! Forster put aside the helpless heart, squatted down, holding the bottle to the swordfish said, of course, with the soul.

This thing is called wine? Good! Good! Give me a drink and I'll do it! The swordfish has no formed language system, but its ideas are clearly expressed through spiritual connections.

"Then, let's sign this contract?" Fowles took out a seven level blank contract scroll and tore it directly. The swordfish didn't know the words, so even if the language was formed, it didn't understand it. So he had to tear the scroll and discuss the details with ideas.If the master is weak and the pet is strong, this kind of confrontation on the level of mind may be won by the pet. At least, a high-level scroll will be discarded. If it is serious It is not timely for the owner to get rid of the idea, and he is deterred by the pet to sign a treaty different from his own expectation. Even when the pet becomes the owner, the owner becomes the pet.

However, this magic fish, born in the equatorial waters, does not have such a high IQ.

"The first one is to be my pet. Listen to me and give you meat to eat and wine to drink. If you don't listen to me, there will be no meat to eat and no wine to drink." Fowles announced with an idea.

"Yes."

"Second, if you try to attack my master, Eros..." Forster's eyes on Eros, the king of Dou nodded his head, and his limbs danced strangely, "hiss..." The white breath with a sharp sound, disappeared in the balance vortex formed by the blank contract.

A faint voice of complaint: "shit, this is too cruel!"

Absorbed the energy of the ice thorn, the contract whirlpool closed quickly, turned into a luminous pattern, and flew into the vague contract balance in the air.

"Yes." The golden swordfish nods a second time.

"Now, under the attestation of Aguirre, I, fors Medici, have signed a master servant contract with [the golden swordfish], and from now on, everything will be done according to the agreement. If there is any violation, the gods will testify together!"

The balance broke into two pieces of light, which fell into the foreheads of Fowles and the golden swordfish, and the contract was concluded.

"Congratulations to master Fowles!" "Congratulations on the pet "Congratulations..." The onlookers sent congratulations.

"Congratulations! Happy with you Fowles nodded and said, "rub! Rub! Rub He pulled out the dagger that bound the action of swordfish. The swordfish was paralyzed on the ground and twisted a few times. His action was soft and weak. I don't know that the fish array plate has been numb for too long, or drunk too much.

Fowles then attracted a mass of sea water. The swordfish jumped into the water at the same place and circled in the water for a few times, as if recovering some strength.

"The spirit of flowing water, obey my will, show your nature. When the water passes without trace, it washes away the blood..." The spirit of water magic quickly emerged in the sea. Under the operation of Fowles, he penetrated into the body of swordfish, quickly cured the knife wound on the body surface of the swordfish, and at the same time, it also cleared its hangover.

The water mass was suspended in front of Fowles, and the swordfish was in the middle of the water mass. It was obvious that it was begging for wine.

"Through!" With one finger at a time, will is transformed into command through contract, and command is transformed into action through swordfish.

The Golden Rainbow flashed by in a flash. The next moment, the swordfish shook his head and went back to the water. The mast that Fowles pointed to was straight and straight.

"Silk..." A circle of air conditioning.

Although many people have already seen such cutting during the war last night, no matter how many times it is repeated, such sharp and sharp penetration is still chilling.

There are magic muskets in long-range attack, magic skills in close combat, and instant recovery from injuries. Fowles's combat power is complicated and complicated. No one can tell exactly what extent it has reached. If there is any deficiency, it is only the cuttlefish instinct - cutting.

Whether it's magic, firearm, or magic martial arts, Fowles's ability is not sharp or accurate. It's all about range killing. Originally, he intended to find a good knife. The moment he saw the golden swordfish, he changed his mind.

As if with the feelings of the people, the swordfish rolled and twined in the water to show their pride.

"Well done!" He opened the rum bottle, and the wine turned into a spray column. Before he could make any action, the swordfish had already burst out of the water mass like lightning, and the whole body was in the direction of the wine gushing. In a seamless moment, a bottle of rum disappeared.

"Shit! It's so heroic! " Even Fowles was a rare surprise.

Taking advantage of a bottle of wine, the swordfish looks drowsy and sleepy. Forster's heart connects with the existence in the distant place: "is my scabbard ready?"

"I started to rush to work after I received your message, but how could it take two or three days to finish..." Nicholas's voice came from his old heart, "it's rare to be so eager to ask. But Even if it's done now, you don't need a moment and a half? "

Fowles said nothing with a smile, but Nicholas felt the change of his mood and exclaimed, "no, has that thing been taken away by you?"

"What do you say?"

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