The Pirate Empress is my wife, but I’m fooling around outside

"Mr. Iceberg, they don't seem to be dead yet." A sexy voice came.

"I know, but how can there be sea kings in the nearby seas? Kalifa, you go investigate in a few days.

"Yes, Mr. Iceberg!"

Brontë looked to the right, only to find that next to the sexy royal sister, there was also a blue-haired uncle.

"Hey, you're an iceberg, right?" Brontë took out the note that Mother-in-law Cocoro had given him and handed it over.

"I am!" Iceberg took the note, did not look closely, and directly put it in his pocket.

"You guy, how did you talk to Mr. Iceberg." Angry, Kalifa flew up and kicked the boy hard in the face.

Brontë fell to the ground on all fours.

Iceberg went over and helped him up, "Little brother, I'm sorry, this is my personal secretary Kalifa, she is usually so willful, if you offend, please forgive me!"

Brontë covered his hot face, looked at the iceberg with a blue nose and a swollen face, and deliberately ridiculed: "Hey, uncle, why are you injured too?"

Iceberg cried with a sad face, "Oh, actually, I like this secretary a lot, she always thinks about me, but sometimes there is no distinction between enemies and us... Roar, this gorgeous leg technique, really good!"

Kalifa pushed her glasses apologetically.

Brontë looked at the violent female secretary, and then at the iceberg that God was nagging, and thought, Uncle, you are the mayor of the City of Seven Waters, why are you so obedient?

Also, what's with this damn desire for survival?

"Kalifa, give these two to Barry later." Iceberg took the initiative to speak, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Why give it to Barry?"

"Their ship is broken, let Barry help take a look and try to fix it." Iceberg pointed to the pirate ship that ran aground not far away and said.

Hearing this, Brontë suddenly changed his opinion of his uncle and felt that he was a good person.

Last time the mast broke, Brontë just changed a pole at random and was barely able to sail, but now even the cabin has become dilapidated, and if it is not repaired in time, I am afraid that it will not be able to go to sea.

"They are pirates, Mr. Iceberg is not afraid to lure wolves into the house? These days are special times, and you can't go wrong in the slightest. Kalifa pushed her glasses again, less like a reminder and more like a warning.

"Look at their appearance and don't look like bad people, besides, whoever dares to make trouble in the City of Seven Waters, just don't give me the face of the iceberg, I will personally teach him a lesson."

Brontë patiently listened to the conversation between the two, woke Avrantra while they were not paying attention, and then looked around for Margaret.

However, it was never found.

Could it be that Margaret was eaten by the Aquaman?

Thinking of this, Brontë felt a heartache, that was the left protector of the Dream Pirates, and also his partner.

Avlandra, who survived the disaster, threw himself into the captain's arms, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he was in shock.

Brontë gently patted her back as comfort, but the sadness was a little heavier.

Thinking that the girl who was alive and jumping not long ago became the belly of the sea beast at this moment, Brontë gritted his teeth in hatred, vowing to avenge Margaret, personally killing the sea king and unloading it into pieces.

However, when he was immersed in grief, he saw a strange scene.

I saw that the sea beast that attacked them just now was salvaged from the sea by several boatmen and thrown into the shallows at will, with a huge body like a toad, about the size of a building.

He was already covered in scaly wounds, and the corners of his mouth were spraying blood stains from time to time, dying.

Under the gaze of several people, Kalifa walked over with model-like steps, lifted her long legs wearing stockings, and kicked the sea beast in the neck, causing it to completely break its breath.

Seeing this scene, Brontë gasped, only feeling that the woman in front of him was really terrible.

Such a big sea beast, say kill and kill, don't even blink your eyes, it's too terrifying!

In a daze for a moment, Brontë rushed over angrily, broke open the big mouth of the sea king, and looked around for Margaret's traces, but found nothing.

Later, he borrowed a knife from the iceberg and cut the belly of the sea beast, and found that it was empty.

Margaret wasn't eaten?

The good news is that Brontë suddenly becomes extremely excited, and he decides to use the power of Carrera's company to help find his left protector.

Just at this time, Kalifa walked up to him and held up her glasses, "This little brother, dare to ask the honorific name?"

Brontë looked the sexy royal sister up and down, and said without hesitation: "Monchi D Brontë!"

Kalifa was obviously taken aback, never expecting that the boy in front of her turned out to be the legendary D family.

That's Draco's nemesis, the Terminator of God!

Although it is only a rumor, even the Draco people are extremely jealous of the D race.

Carifa sorted out her emotions and said politely: "Mr. Brontë, hello, I am Mr. Iceberg's secretary Califa, please take this lady to the reception room of our Carrera company for a while, and then arrange for the shipbuilder to repair the broken ship for you."

"Okay, thanks!" Brontë's gaze stayed on Kalifa, unable to take his eyes off.

Bang!

Suddenly, a whip swept and kicked Brontë to the ground again, causing him to rock left and right in pain.

"Unreasonable fellow, you xing harassment!" Kalifa crossed her hands at her waist and said angrily.

Brontë lay on the ground to ease for a moment, then pointed to Kalifa's lace shirt, and said helplessly: "Miss Carifa, there is a bug on it, I just wanted to remind you to come, but I didn't expect you to start so hard."

Carly, who learned the truth, knew her gaffe, stretched out her jade hand to shoot the insect away, and then bowed deeply to Brontë, "Sorry, I was impulsive just now!"

Brontë waved his hand, "It's okay, there is something I want to ask Miss Carifa for help."

"Mr. Brontë, if you need any help, just say it, you're welcome." Kalifa suddenly threw a wink at the teenager.

This made Brontë a little puzzled, but he still said patiently: "We have a crew member who is missing, and we want to trouble Miss Carifa to arrange someone to help find it."

"You wait!" Kalifa pulled out her small book.

"Height, weight, appearance, the more detailed the better."

Brontë thought a little, "One meter seven or eight meters tall, ominous weight, not fat or thin, medium build, short orange hair, red and white stockings on his right leg, and a quiver behind him, well, that's all."

Kalifa took it all down, and then pushed her glasses, "Okay, I'll arrange for someone to look for it as soon as possible, but I need to trouble you to avoid it now, because the high-flying Draco is about to arrive in the City of Seven Waters."

When she said the words "Draco", Kalifa was undisguised with disgust and at the same time with a little awe.

"Draco, what are they doing here?" Brontë subconsciously asked, after all, he once had this identity.

"The Holy Duke of Rozwald and his daughter are going to Alabastan to visit, passing through the capital of water, so they came here to stop." Kalifa said everything she knew without reservation.

"Oh, so it is!" Brontë thought thoughtfully.

He really had to avoid it, because he knew Charulia Palace, and the elder brother of Charlulia Palace was Charros Saint in the bride price of the female emperor.

It's a pity that Saint Charros didn't come today.

But it is useless to come, with Brontë's current strength, it is not enough to compete with the navy.

Soon, the dilapidated Flying Ideal was transferred by large equipment, and more and more residents gathered on the beach to welcome the Draco who came to rest.

The more Brontë looked at it, the more sad he became, he could have had this level of treatment, but the original owner did not cherish it.

Eh, young people don't know good rights, and the more I think about it, the sadder I get!

Instead of following Kalifa's instructions, he went to Carrera's company, but hid behind a mound of earth and prepared to observe secretly.

After a while, several warships hugged a luxurious large ship and slowly sailed into the bay of the water capital.

Brandt looked at it, good fellow, there were as many as three vice admirals standing at the bow of the main ship alone, and there were at least a thousand sailors on other warships.

This battle is enough to wipe out a country.

There are so many bodyguards alone, which shows the dignity of the Draco.

At the moment when the ship stopped, all the people knelt down in unison, not daring to raise their heads and glance at random, for fear that if the Creator was unhappy, he would kill them.

The first to disembark was the navy, who quickly stood in two columns, each armed with long guns and in high spirits.

Then came St. Rozwald and his daughter Charulia, who sat on the body of a giant slave and occasionally whipped the slave.

In front is a pet dog with a hood leading the way, and behind it is a group of slaves chained, mermaids, fur tribes, giants, and...

"I'll go!"

Suddenly, Brontë's eyes widened, the adrenaline rushed wildly, and his clenched fists were too hard to cause his nails to poke into the flesh, and there was a slight pain.

He couldn't believe that fate was playing so tricks, as if it was specifically aimed at him.

Because among the group of slaves, Brontë saw a familiar figure.