My Heroic Life

"I, I'll go to the stern to have a look."

"Ok"

Roland looked at the blushing saint next to him, and found a reason to escape to the stern of the ship. He wandered aimlessly and saw several sailors gathering together at the stern.

"Oh, brother, you are here, do you want to go fishing with us?"

"Fishing...good."

Roland thought about it for a moment. The time-consuming work of fishing seemed to make him go back to face Jean of Arc later, and he was indeed interested in this as he pursued the life of a retired elderly.

It seems a good thing to go fishing leisurely in the cool sea breeze and forget all your worries.

Then the happy fishing activity on the Golden Deer began.

"Oh--!!!"

On the clearing away from the mast, the strong muscular man yelled loudly. While roaring, his arm muscles holding the rope rolled. At the top of the rope was a zombie tied up with a rope with sharp hooks.

In the shouting, he threw the tied zombies straight to the sky, and then he held the rope and started to swing. The zombies with crooked mouth and slanted eyes drew circles in the sky like this, and his sluggish eyes showed that he still didn't understand the situation , And underneath it is the same sluggish Roland.

In the next moment, the sailor man who felt strong enough suddenly used his force to throw the zombies out of the ship. The zombies wrapped in ropes drew an arc and fell into the distant sea. The muscular man nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, today this bait is quite fat, maybe a big guy will be hooked."

"Yes, yeah, the big sister of the devil whale that I caught last time is not very satisfied."

The sailors complained and exchanged their thoughts and experiences, while Roland looked at the rope with the thickness of his arm and the hand-cranked rope retractor behind him in silence.

"...This is your fishing?"

"Oh, yes."

"How about brother, not bad, watching the rope can be lazy for a long time."

The sailors laughed, and Roland smiled.

"So that's it, this is fishing...big size!"

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Chapter 47 Tentacle pl.ay

"Hey? So you smuggled over from Africa?"

"Yeah, after all, those shit bastards in the Zonglian Body are simply sucking blood from us."

"Tsk, those damn bastards, they don't have any idea of ​​construction at all, they just keep squeezing our value."

"In their eyes, the magic world is studying the mysterious source of material. They didn't restrain it at all. Almost all of us were driven material hunters to kill fantasy species to maintain balance."

"That's it."

The sailors sitting cross-legged on the deck to "fish" and Roland had been chatting for a whole morning, and Roland almost understood the origin of the crew on the Golden Deer.

Drake seems to have taken in many civilian apostles smuggled from Africa, as well as low-level military officers who fled. These people have no legal status in the European Union, which does not accept the Union refugees, and can only wander around.

Of course, as apostles with extraordinary powers, these people are naturally starving. Most of them have engaged in the business of illegal monster hunters. They have taken on some private work of punishing monsters, which has alleviated the victims of civilian monsters to a certain extent. Therefore, he was taken care of by the European coalition government with one eye closed.

And Drake's Golden Deer is one of the best places for these people.

"Since the clan rule is so unpopular, there are probably many resistance organizations, right?"

"...In the past, there were indeed quite a few."

"Before?"

"Well, when I was young, the rebel movement was in full swing. At that time, the rebels seemed to have gained the support of many civilized countries, and they also fought vigorously with the security forces of the Confederacy, but later. ....."

"I heard that the priests of the Zong Union killed the leading heroes, and the rebel organization was also greatly injured under the encirclement and suppression. In recent years, it has gradually disappeared. Rohr, do you have a cousin who belongs to the rebel army? ?"

"Well, I heard him say that when I was still in the Zonglian body, it seemed that the forces from the Egyptian front line were used to defeat the rebel army."

"I've also heard of it. It seems to be the Flame Giant's battle group under Isaac, the Hand of Frost Flame."

Roland raised his brow when he heard the name Isaac. He remembered that Da Vinci seemed to say that he seemed to be a qualified person for the blood of the flame giant Sirtel, and the sailors were making a noise.

"Really? The one who fought with the sphinx herd of the Egyptian heroic pharaohs?"

"This is the trump card, tusk, no wonder the rebels lost."

"Rol, are you still in touch with your cousin?"

"No, I haven't contacted again after escaping, but watching the news a while ago, their stronghold seemed to have been breached. If he was still there, it might have been..."

"Well, when I didn't ask, sorry."

The conversation with the apostles who had escaped from the clan gave Roland a lot of information that was not visible in the news, and the men seemed a little depressed when they talked about their hometown, and they started to light up cigarettes.

"It's okay, I just try not to think about it. I don't have any close people over there, but other people are different. Many people on the boat have family members over there."

"Huh? Will your family members be affected if you run away?"

Roland asked suspiciously, and the men laughed bitterly.

"Of course it has an impact. We are okay. First Mate Jason was an officer before. He might be sent as experimental material if he was found treason."

"That you?"

"Fake death, fake death."

"We all dared to escape after paying a lot of money for a death certificate."

"By the way, this guy has been smashed, and the price is more than twice that of mine."

"It's worth as long as you can escape."

Roland was a little puzzled by what the sailors said. No matter what country they are in, the apostles are not too much valuable combat power. Why are the men in front of them rushing to flee?Is it just because of high-pressure policies and yearning for a civilized society?

"You guys, why did you escape? Did you commit any crime? Or..."

"..."

Roland's words left Roer and the others in a daze, and then they laughed helplessly.

"Brother, you haven't been in that country before and don't understand the situation, but in their eyes, we are also guilty?"