The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Giuliano, Antoine, and Enzo quickly became acquainted with the sailors and ate dinner with them. The food on board was not good, but the portion was plentiful. The stars are rising in the east, the night wind is gentle, although the pirates are rogues at sea, they are well-trained. Even at night, there are special people to take care of the rudder and sails, and some people are patrolling the deck. Giuliano and the three of them are sitting on the bow and belching.

"Hey, we don't even know where we are in the sea, so how do we return to Xanodia?" Antoine looked at the starry sky, "I heard that ships are usually equipped with a sextant, which can be located by the position of the stars. , but they certainly wouldn't give us a sextant, and if they did, they wouldn't use it."

He looked at his two companions: "Can you use it?"

Giuliano and Enzo shook their heads rhythmically.

"Hmph, it doesn't look like it will."

Giuliano said: "But we know that the land is to the north and the ocean is to the south. As long as we sail northward, we will definitely land on the coast. When the time comes, we can ask someone to know where the landing site is."

"You said it lightly, what if we landed in a deserted desert jungle? Before we found any people, we would starve to death." Antoine stared at him.

"Then what do you say?"

"It's impossible for pirates to float on the sea all the time. There must be a supply port for them. Do you think Barsano would like to take us to the supply port?"

Giuliano laughed out loud. "Dream, the supply port is a pirate's secret, so it's impossible to tell outsiders easily. Maybe we are ordered to go in, but not to come out."

"Is it really necessary to sail north by luck? No... I'm going to die..." He made a gesture to vomit. Giuliano crawled away from him on all fours and hid beside Enzo.

"It's disgusting! Swallow it back!"

"Ouch! You are disgusting!"

They were fighting and fighting, and they were happy after the disaster, but the chaotic footsteps behind them disturbed their laughter. Giuliano immediately restrained his smile, turned his head, and saw a group of pirates approaching aggressively, everyone with sharp weapons in their hands.

"It's over! They're not going to break their promises! That nasty pirate leader, you know you shouldn't trust him!" Antoine shrank his head.

The band of pirates stopped five paces from them. They were afraid of Antoine's swordsmanship and did not dare to approach easily. The leading pirate yelled: "You three are so brave, the captain is tolerant to you, but you are committing crimes on board!"

"What's wrong with you! You spitting blood!"

"You still don't admit it!"

"Admit what?!"

Antoine drew his sword and confronted the pirates. He took a step forward, and the pirates took a step back in unison. He noticed this, and to frighten them, he jumped forward on purpose. The pirates backed away with a whoop. Enzo coughed lightly, tugged at his sleeve, told him to be calm, and then said to the pirates, "What happened?"

The leading pirate's face twisted: "Ask what you know!"

"We really don't know. Well, take us to Barsano and explain it on the spot."

Pirates, you look at me, I look at you, and I can't find a better way for a while. The leading pirate bit the bullet and pointed at Antoine with a machete: "Let's go! The captain is in the cargo hold on the bottom floor, come with us to see him! Don't play tricks, or I'll make you look good!"

Even though they said so, none of them dared to do anything, they could only surround the three of them, but no one dared to approach them. The three of them went down to the bottom cabin as if they were being surrounded. The corridor was full of people inside and out, and the buzzing voice filled my ears. As soon as they arrived, they were immediately bathed in a grand baptism of eyes. The pirates automatically made a way for them to pass.

The three entered the cargo hold. There were far fewer people inside, only a few senior crew members, including the strong man and the small man who had fought Antoine in the duel. Everyone looks bad. Barsano knelt on the ground with his back to them, with his head bowed deeply, and a man lay in his arms. Not far from him lay another person, dressed in black, with a pool of dark red blood on his body.

Giuliano's heart skipped a beat. Fernando was not seen along the way. Cousin is inseparable from Barsano, why is he not here? Could it be...

Barsano moved slowly. He gently put the person in his arms on the ground, brushed away the other person's hair, kissed the other person's forehead lovingly, then stood up, and pulled out the scimitar at his waist.

"Very well, you are here." He hoarsely said, "I'll kill you and avenge him!"

He turned around, his red eyes filled with hatred.

Giuliano sees the man at his feet. "Fernando?!"

His cousin was lying lifeless on the ground with a **** in his throat that slashed from one ear to the other like a **** grin. Even a person who lacks medical knowledge can see this wound and understand that he is dead.

"How could it be... What happened..." Giuliano's footsteps were vain, and he could hardly believe everything in front of him.

Balsano took a step closer: "You still have the guts to ask! Isn't it the murder of you!"

"Nonsense! We didn't kill people!"

Antoine stood in front of Giuliano with a sword in his hand: "Exactly! We are different from you! If we want to kill, we must kill in a dignified way, so we won't kill him secretly!"

Barsano is like an angry lion, showing his fierce face. "He was fine in the evening, but he was a dead body when he was discovered just now! You are the only ones on board who had a grudge against him, it wasn't you who did it!"

"If we did it, we would have escaped long ago, why would we stay on the boat? Do you have any brains!"

"You think you can get rid of the suspicion by doing this? A joke!"

"enough!!"

Enzo's voice overshadowed both of them. The cabin suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the silent one. He was half-kneeling beside the forgotten man in black, his gray eyes moving from one face to the other.

"Do you see who this person is?"

Barsano was furious: "Who else could it be? It's Marco, Fernando's entourage! You guys are so disgusting that you don't even spare a single servant!"

"Really?"

Enzo turned the man in black over, pulled his hood and long hair away: "Take a closer look."

There was a gasping sound.

The man in black's face was pale, but it was not the cold gray of the dead, but as white as the moonlight. He described it as handsome, even lying in a pool of blood, it did not detract from his beauty in the slightest. There was a deep blood hole in his left chest, which was a fatal wound. The right arm was severed from the elbow down, and the wound was very fresh, so it should have been cut off just now, but the severed arm was nowhere to be found. The most eye-catching thing on his whole body is a pair of ears—pointy and long. Human organs cannot grow like this.

Giuliano was dizzy. A strong sense of déjà vu poured into his mind like a river breaking its embankment. He seemed to have seen this man... this creature. When and where? Why can't he remember at all? It was as if someone forcibly erased his memory... For a moment, he was about to remember it, but that memory was like a butterfly, as soon as he approached, he flapped his wings and flew away, quickly disappearing among the flowers.

Balsano approached the man in black, saw his face and backed away, dumbfounded: "He is... what?"

Enzo shrugged: "It's not Malcolm anyway."

"Yes... yes! If he is not, what about the Malkor?" The pirate leader turned anxiously to his subordinates, "Where is Malkor?!"

The burly man pirate rushed out of the cabin and shouted at the people in the corridor: "What are you doing in a daze! Didn't you hear the captain's order! Go find Malcolm!"

"Yes!" The pirates responded in unison, and the sound of chaotic footsteps immediately resounded throughout the ship.

Enzo felt the pulse of the man in black, and raised his eyebrows: "He's still alive. Is there a doctor on board?"

The burly pirate's voice was like thunder, and he took his words as the captain's order: "The ship's doctor! Call the ship's doctor!"

After a while, an old man with gray hair hurried in the door. He was wearing an apron with brown stains that looked like blood, and there were metal tools rattling in his pockets. Holding the apron with both hands, he slightly tilted his head towards the pirate captain, probably asking for his instructions. Balsano motioned him to get to work with his eyes. The old man nodded, squatting beside the man in black, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on carefully, untied the man in black's clothes, and checked his wounds.

"It's strange!" the old man muttered, "Such a deep wound should go straight to the heart. Logically speaking, he can't be alive, but he still has breath and pulse..." He pressed the man in black's chest, and put his wrist on him, " How strange! His heart is not on the left side, but in the middle! This, what kind of weirdo is this!"

"Old man, I'm afraid he is not a 'human' at all." Enzo said.

While they were talking, a pirate broke into the cabin. "Captain! I've searched everywhere, but I can't find Malcolm!"

Barsano didn't care about seeking revenge, and turned all his attention to the man in black. Regardless of whether he was a man or a monster, since he was at the scene, he probably knew who the real murderer of Fernando was. The pirate leader put away his scimitar and eagerly asked the old ship doctor: "Since he is not dead, can you wake him up? I have something to ask!"

Another pirate broke into the cabin: "No, Captain! One of the lifeboats is missing!"

Antoine glanced at the pirate who reported the news, and said loudly: "The answer is coming soon! Marco killed his master, and then fled in fear of crime, isn't that obvious!"

Barsano retorted: "Marco has always been loyal, why did you kill Fernando? I think you are so suspicious, kill Marco and throw his body into the sea, throw away the lifeboat, and then blame Marco!"

Enzo interrupted them: "It's no use arguing now. This strange man will not appear here for no reason, he may know the truth. Old man, can he be saved?"

The old ship doctor possessed himself and sniffed the man in black's wound, took out a test tube from his apron pocket, and poured out some strangely colored viscous liquid. As soon as the liquid touched the wound, it immediately turned black. The old doctor took out another handkerchief, wiped off the liquid, sniffed it, and said in amazement, "It shouldn't be!"

"How to say?"

"This alchemical reaction shows that the weapon that stabbed him was poisoned. Unless my old eyes are dim, I can be sure that this poison is called 'Tears of the Spider Woman', and it is a poison that seals the throat when it sees blood. In principle, he should He died a long time ago, how could he still be alive?" The old man rested his chin and thought for a moment, "Maybe... just because he is not a human being, he has a certain immunity to toxins?"

Barsano grabbed the old ship doctor's shoulder, nails digging into the other's clothes: "Don't talk about these things! Just tell me, is he still alive?"

The old ship doctor pushed him away calmly, stood up, and spread his hands at the pirate leader: "This old man has never seen such a case in his life, and his ability is limited, so he doesn't know how to treat it."

"Does that mean he's hopeless?"

"Not necessarily. He is not an ordinary person, and ordinary methods cannot save him, so try an 'unusual' method."

Barsano's face changed suddenly: "You mean...to find..." He shuddered, and lowered his voice, "The witch who guards the tomb on the island?"

The old ship doctor nodded silently.

Antoine didn't know what to do: "What island? What witch?"

No one answered him. Barsano came to the side of Fernando's body in despair, held up his lover's upper body, and gently stroked his cheek. Seeing that he is used to wielding knives and swords, he thought he was a rough man, but he never thought that his movements could be so tender. Giuliano thought regretfully that he must love Fernando very much.

Everyone was silent, waiting for Barsano to make a decision. And he just combed Fernando's hair lightly and slowly, as if his lover had just fallen asleep, lying obediently in his arms. But no matter how careful he was, he couldn't hide the wound on Fernando's neck. The **** opening was deep into the bone, and the dead man's head was tilted at an odd angle.

Balsano hugged his lover's body with great heartache, and staggered to his feet. His subordinates wanted to help him, but he repelled him with his eyes.

"Let's go find the witch." He said firmly, "First officer! Pass down the order, everyone obeys the order, and return immediately, aiming at the 'Mausoleum Island'! Let's go find the damned witch!"

Volume 7 Echoes of the Ancients