White bear in Pirate World

As the setting sun sets, watching the three little ghosts running home, Emily has a sigh of relief in her heart, showing an unknown premonition.

After listening to Locke's words, she became more and more convinced that she sat on the chair.

Jason glanced at her worriedly. Wally was funny and broad-minded, and even men couldn't help being attracted, let alone women.

"Emily, don't worry, he will come back." Jason said this without confidence in his heart.

Emily hit the bar with a punch, "Damn it, careless, let that guy run away, my treasure!"

Jason said in astonishment, "Treasure?!"

Emily raised her head, gritted her teeth and said: "Of course, I let him live here for so many days, isn't it just a treasure for him, and the guy ran away."

The goodwill in her heart is totally incomparable with the pain of losing her treasure.

Jason was speechless.

The bar was open as usual, and the night gradually shrouded the streets. The guests were still familiar faces, the man who loved to tell adventure stories was gone.

The moon rose and the moon fell, and the night passed, and the sound of banging on the door sounded from outside.

Jason quickly got up from the bed, ran down to open the door, "Wo...Who are you?"

There were three visitors, uniformly dressed in black robes, with three white clouds on their waists. It was the famous Poseidon Church on this island.

The priest of the Poseidon Church folded his hands together and said, "Gui'an, Mr. Jason, I am the pastor of Poseidon Church, my name is Roka."

"Gui'an, Pastor Roca, if I want to collect donations, I have a little tight on my hands recently and can't afford much."

Jason thought about it, and felt that just that would make the Poseidon Church come to the door.

"No, we are so poor that there is no money to donate to the church."

Emily stood at the top of the stairs and shouted, her green curly hair curled up a lot.

Roca smiled and said: "You are misunderstood. I am not here to collect money. On the contrary, we are sending money to you. According to the oracle, your family's Locke is selected as a person to serve God. Go to sea."

"Go out with God? Didn't that let Locke die!" Emily was shocked.

She didn't believe in any bullshit Poseidon, it was all nonsense to deceive people and money.

There really needs to be a god, why when she was abandoned, there was no god to take care of it?

Roca said with a solemn expression: "What a glory it is to serve God, this matter has been approved by the king, I hope you can think it through."

"Me." Emily opened her mouth to curse.

Jason quickly said: "I understand, what preparations need to be made?"

Roca nodded with satisfaction: "Bring Locke out, we will make him fast, and we will send him aboard at nine o'clock in the morning next month.

"Well, Emily, tell Locke to come out."

"Dad!"

"Observe!" Jason roared back.

If you want to survive in Velxia, the king's order must not be violated.

If you flee, if you are named as a pirate by the king, you will be over.

Ordinary people can't resist the navy at all.

The navy known as the division of justice, the justice they maintain is world justice.

And those who can represent the world will not be these commoners, but nobles, or kings.

They can't escape.

Emily bit her lip, her eyes widened as stubborn as a cow, and she lingered on moving.

"It's okay, sister, I'm a man anyhow."

At some point, Locke came out of the room, dressed in pajamas, his small face looked calm.

He was abandoned by his parents at a very young age. If Jason hadn't picked him up, he would have died.

I'm really lucky enough to live another three years and have such a wonderful time.

"So don't cry, I like the way my sister smiles best."

"Locke, let's run away."

Emily hugged him and whispered.

"Sister, how can we run away."

Locke gently broke Emily's hand and walked down the stairs, hearing a cry from behind.

Fortunately, the two sisters slept very hard, otherwise, they would become more noisy.

"Rock, be obedient when you get there, don't be afraid, everything will be fine with me."

Jason's broad palms fell on his little shoulders, and his tone was gentle.

Locke glanced worriedly, wanting to say something, and scrupulous about the priest at the door, but nodded, "Well, dad, you have to take care."

"nothing."

This time, Jason did not remind himself that he was not his father.

Roca smiled and said: "This million Baileys is our mind. God will not treat his followers badly, let alone we."

Jason accepted the money and watched the four leave, he slowly closed the door.

He once hated the pirate blood on himself.

Now, he might be a little happy.

It is only that bloodline that makes him stronger than ordinary people.

However, Jason glanced upstairs and didn't go up.

Aris, who can be regarded as the sea god, is by no means an ordinary sea king.

If he really couldn't come back, maybe it would be better for Emily to hate him as a useless and timid person.

Locke left with Roca and them.

The farther away from his own bar, the more courage he was drawn away. To the back, his legs trembled and he couldn't even move forward.

He had heard the adventure stories told by Wally, and envied the courage of the protagonist, who was fearless in life and death.

He imagines that he is the protagonist, but his reaction now shows that he is the character he looks down on most in the story.

Damn, why are you so weak!

Locke smashed his lap bitterly, tears lingering in his eyes, unable to flow out, perhaps his last self-esteem.

Roca didn't have the slightest pity or ridicule, only cold eyes, almost freezing Locke's blood.

"You help him, stand up and walk."

The Poseidon Church is ten miles north of Vilsia. It occupies a wide area and looks like a rectangular castle. The gate is located in a domed building in the center.

There are gorgeous mosaic paintings inside.

In the past, Locke glanced at the large dome from a distance in Velcia, never looked at it up close.

It is also not open to the outside world.

Poseidon Church firmly believes that only people of virtue can be protected by God.

Merchants, nobles, and kings are frequent visitors here.

Locke was framed into it. The luxurious style made him forget death for a short time and looked around curiously.

Roca didn't care about Locke's thoughts. On the second floor, he walked on the red carpet-covered corridor and saw a strange young girl walking in the middle of the road carrying a box in front of him.

He remembered all the nobles, royal family and even the children of merchants on this island, but he had never seen these two people.

Strangers outside the island?

Roca frowned, especially the boy, who was still wearing a military-like costume.

For him who wants to climb up, any forces must be familiar with each other, at least it must be relevant.

If the high priest can become the high priest, it is not because he lives for a long time and has a huge relationship that convinces everyone.

Barrett noticed a fiery gaze looking at him, and looked back, there were four people at the entrance of the promenade.

The first man smiled and expressed kindness.

The fragile guy, Barrett sullenly, ignored the gaze from behind.

He only longs for a strong opponent.