My Heroic Life

Then the sailors on the deck saw that the blond saint pulled the black-haired young man, bowing to Drake and apologizing while pulling him into the cabin, and Roland, who had a guilty conscience, did not dare to resist.

"The saint was unexpectedly harsh."

"Brother is not easy, even with a girlfriend."

"Hey, kids who have never been married, what's wrong with my wife?"

The sailors on the deck made a noise, and in the guest room, the golden angler Roland was already sitting helplessly on the chair.

The preaching of the Saintess lasted for two hours, which was quite a long one so far. When it was evening when everything was over, the pirates had already begun their carnival when the two walked onto the deck.

"Oh! It's coming out!"

"It's been a long time for you guys."

When Drake saw Roland and Joan walking by, he directly stuffed two large barrel cups into their hands.

"I thought you were on the passive side, isn't this strictly controlled?"

"Hey? No, it's not..."

Drake laughed and put his arms around Joan of Arc, and the blond saint gradually turned red in the evening light.

"Okay, okay, everyone is here, so it's time to get to the topic..."

The pink-haired sea demon looked around his companions and raised the barrel cup and shouted:

"To defeat all the members of Kraken's Golden Deer!"

""""Cheers!!!""""

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"Oh! Brother didn't expect you to have this hand!"

The sailors sighed while watching Roland, who was roasting the squid in the void, while the latter kept sprinkling spices on the cut squid.

"Huh, the tools here are not enough, and the ingredients and seasonings are not enough, otherwise it will taste better."

Roland murmured a little regretfully. Spain often uses fried squid rings as the main cooking method. Simple grilling like this is generally not very good, but in Roland’s memory, the grilled squid at the roadside food stall in his previous life is his best. Love one.

He looked up at the two large strips on the deck. The crew of Kraken’s corpse, the Golden Deer, did not completely discard them. Instead, they chopped off two tentacles for food, which was considered as the completion of the initial work of the golden fishing team. purpose.

"By the way, you are too courageous. Normally people don't eat the carcasses of this kind of sea monster."

"No problem, no problem, the eldest sister ate all her head, she is so lucky that she won't be accidentally poisoned to death."

"Besides, don't you have the skills of a saint, brother, haven't you checked it."

"That's true."

Roland took a sip of wine and looked at the tentacles as thick as the mast, wondering how long it would take to eat.

It's like a sow racing an elephant.

He was thinking about the boring memories of his previous life, and suddenly felt a little bit cold around him. He frowned and looked around strangely.

The crew members were drinking and eating meat under the lights, and the cauldron on the opposite side of the squid-fried cauldron made a sizzling scent. Drake and Jeanne began to talk again, and the two looked at Roland from time to time. eye.

"There is nothing unusual, but the concentration of this magical power has indeed decreased. What is going on? Is it a problem with the sea?"

Roland took another sip of rum into his mouth. He leaned on the side of the ship and looked back. The fog thickened on the sea at night. The Golden Deer defeated Kraken today and dropped anchor for the full banquet to celebrate. Worried about the course and the like.

The long-haired young man was blowing the sea breeze, suddenly a little envious of the lives of these guys, wandering freely on the sea with like-minded companions, wrestling with the sea, fighting the monsters in the demon territory, and then winning victory and winning treasures, everyone laughed together Drink and eat meat, use up your money after going ashore, and then go out on a boat, and so on.

Of course, there are also sad and painful things in sailing. Companions have died in battle, sailing has no gain, and the isolation and boringness of being isolated from the world on the Demon Realm ship are all troubled by the monster hunters in this Demon Realm sea, but for these on the Golden Deer For guys...

Roland turned his head and looked at the group of guys who played the accordion and sang, curled up their lips and laughed.

"They're all right."

He looked at them enviously, then sighed.

Although the Golden Deer was good, Roland and Joan also had their own lives. After all, they couldn’t stay here forever. Roland still remembered Malda’s face before he came. For the first time, her lively face was covered with gloom. , She was waiting anxiously for the two to come back at home, how could Roland just be happy and happy?

He estimated that if he didn't go back and spread some news one day, Marda would commit suicide.

"But I don't have enough information, it looks like I have to wait another day."

He muttered to himself in the sea breeze, and sailors gathered in front of his manual barbecue booth.

"This roast tastes so good."

"It's better than the fried one."

"Weird, it's so fishy when I bake it myself, how exactly is this done?"

Drake and Jeanne also came over seeing the commotion here. The pink-haired captain curiously picked up a bunch of grilled squid-like food and put it into his mouth, chewing a few bites, and then stared.

"This is really delicious. I didn't expect you to have this kind of skill."

Drake smiled and looked at the saint beside him and said: "It seems that our saint lady doesn't have to worry about food."

"Indeed." Jeanne's cheeks were a little red, but she did not deny it, but said frankly: "Lan makes everything delicious."

"Let go and eat, it's not enough..." Roland stopped talking. He turned his head and looked at the tentacles as big as the mast, and continued: "It can't be enough."

"Haha, this roasted taste is super cool with beer!"

Drake laughed, and the banquet lasted until midnight in Roland's busy schedule.

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The door of the first room on the second floor opened, and Joan and Roland ushered in their second night on the Golden Deer.

Due to a major mistake the previous night, the two of them did not dare to drink much today. Roland walked into the room first. Jeanne followed behind. He moved the chair beside the bed to the wall. When he looked back, he saw that Jeanne was a little restless. .

"what."

The man was slightly puzzled and remembered the conversation between the two people yesterday about closed transportation. Roland thought for a moment and remembered the girl's actions to protect herself during the battle with Kraken, scratching his head and moving the chair back again.

"Lan?"

"I didn't drink much today. I didn't feel sleepy. It would be better if someone accompanied you."

"Yes, but yesterday..."

"Yesterday, yesterday was an accident, rest assured that nothing will happen today."