Reborn As a Pirate

　　Long dream...

　　 In her dream, Helena sang the whaler's song over and over again, her voice as distant as a siren, floating back and forth in the blue Nootong.

　　 is like the sound of waves.

　　 Wow... Wow...

　　 Hearing the sound of the waves, Lorraine slowly opened his eyes.

　　He is lying in a masonry building with a particularly high ceiling. The building looks like a tower, slender and straight, but the tower is empty, only the high spire penetrates into the sky, telling him that it is daytime.

　　 He didn't know that he had been in a coma for a few days, but he wanted to know the purpose of this tower.

　　 The walls are all empty. Did the builders never think about how to get to the spire?

　　 If the person is afraid of heights and doesn't want to go to the spire, then he only needs to build a bungalow.

　　 This house is too small, and the ceiling is too high...

　　 "How could it be built like this?" Subconsciously, his question came out.

There was a sandy female voice beside 　　 replied, "This is the Black Harbor Lighthouse. There was a ladder on the original wall, but it rotted and killed someone when it collapsed."

　　 "That person is really unlucky." Lorraine muttered and turned his head, and said to the cat-like brown girl, "What a coincidence, I met again."

　　 The girl wrapped her dirty coat as always, showing only her face and hands.

　　 She is playing with a thin and short sharp knife in her palm, dancing out a dazzling dazzling flower, and then straightening the tip of the knife, dancing on her slender fingers in turn, which is pleasing to the eye.

　　 Lorraine praised sincerely: "Your knife played very well."

　　 The girl obviously didn't talk too much about sex, but said lightly: "Personal hobbies."

　　 "Weird hobby..."

　　 Lorraine frowned and propped himself up.

　　 He saw his upper body naked, the original shirt cut into thin strips of cloth on his body, white, brown, white and brown, the two colors intertwined, like some kind of weird camouflage.

　　 "You got me up?"

　　 "Not really."

　　 The girl flicked her finger and picked up the short knife in the air, watching it fall, duh, and inserted it between the two, half-blade into the ground.

　　 "Doesn't count?"

　　 "I went to find food, and when I saw you on the beach, I carried you up."

　　 "A few days ago?"

　　 "Two days."

　　 "The injury is in you?"

　　 The girl nodded: "When I found you, you had this knife in your back. The knife was superb. It looked like it had pierced into the heart, but it didn't hurt even a blood vessel."

"Knife is his only skill..." Lorraine smiled bitterly, "When he was on the boat, he divided me three pieces of bacon for each meal. He could always cut along the texture, neat and thin, like a piece of paper. Very stingy."

"he?"

　　 "My captain, a Plymouth cobbler...the best cobbler."

　　 "Why did the cobbler become your captain?"

"Because of a stupid decision." Lorraine moved in pain and leaned against the wall. "Really, even for his son, he should sell the boat and be his cobbler. He didn't understand, Hai... It's cannibalism."

　　 He stood up against the wall, rubbing his back against the rough bricks, leaving a long, long trace of fresh blood.

　　 The girl frowned and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

　　 "Obviously, my captain is a cowardly idiot. He has never resisted anything in his life, even with a good and surprising sword technique, he can't be a qualified fighter."

"That's why he regarded our ship as a place of death, in order to prevent me from burying with me..." Lorraine smiled freely, holding back the hurt in his heart, "I have to save him, and then tell him in front of him that the knife is very serious. Stupid, more stupid than his decision to go to sea."

　　 "Do you know where to save?"

　　 "Mr. Pete opened a restaurant called Grassy Foie Gras. Because he was lucky enough to pay off his debts, in theory, this restaurant should not have time to close down."

　　 The girl thought for a while: "It didn't go bankrupt. Their foie gras was ugly, but the lettuce was good these past two days."

　　 "It's an honor to be praised by the savior." Lorraine waved his hand in a gentleman's salute, leaned on the wall, and walked to the door.

　　 The girl asked again: "What if your captain dies?"

　　 Lorraine paused in his footsteps and said softly, "I am Niald's child, and I have to pay for my blood debt."

　　 Maiden? A different way: "You are a white man, but you are not a believer in God?"

　　 "The Vikings don't need God's blessing. We only worship our ancestors and are proud pagans."

　　 Abandoning these words, Lorraine slowly moved to the position of the door, stretched out his hand, and reached the handle.

　　 A stream of light flew over, wiped his face, and stabbed the door with a duh.

　　 The girl said from behind: "I think you might want to hire a helper."

　　 Lorraine raised his eyebrows, turned around and looked at the coffee girl with interest: "You know? I have higher requirements for helpers."

　　 The girl didn't speak, she tore off her coat with a bang, revealing a strange outfit.

　　 Her attire is a bit like the jumpsuit of later generations. The upper body is tight, lining the tall and slim curve, and the lower body is loose. The leggings are wrapped around the knees, showing tight and beautiful calves.

　　 The whole set of clothes is pure white, linen fabric, old but clean.

　　The small buckles are concentrated on the front chest, which divides the clothes into two. There are eight small pockets symmetrically sewn on both sides, and each pocket is covered with a large buckle covering the mouth of the bag.

　　 But it is not completely symmetrical.

　　 The long sleeve on the left hand is fastened on the wrist, and the right hand is sleeveless, revealing the girlish brown arm, and the simple tattoo on the forearm that looks like a mountain and a dagger.

　　 "I seem to have seen this tattoo somewhere..."

　　 "Introduce myself, my name is Heina Yesra, I am Egyptian, and I am also Assassin."

　　...

　　 The Assassins, a mysterious sect originating in ancient Persia, the leader is called the old man in the mountains, and it was once an organization of assassins that everyone talked about in the Western world.

　　 But that is not Henna’s Assassin faction.

　　 The true Assassin faction perished in the Mongols’ Western Expedition. The last old man in the mountains surrendered to the city and the Eagle’s Nest was slaughtered.

　　 The survivors of Asasin have since gone into exile.

　　 They are active in West Asia and North Africa, and they have gradually transformed into pure and scattered assassins. UU reading www.uukanshu.com teaches skills in the mode of father-son inheritance, and no longer refuses the employment of the Catholic world.

　　Haina’s father is an Assassin, she and her brother accepted the inheritance, and a family of three formed a small alliance of assassins.

　　 Three years ago, they were hired by a Frenchman to assassinate a competitor from another race. After the incident, the employer chose to cross the river and demolish the bridge in order to get rid of their suspicion.

　　Henna's father died in a fight. At that time, the fourteen-year-old Henna fled into the Black Harbor with her 13-year-old brother, and escaped the hunt.

　　 However, her brother was seriously injured in the process of escaping. He only persisted for a few months before he died.

　　Henna has become a wanderer in the black harbor, and with her extraordinary skill, she quickly established her foot in this impossible land.

　　Her career prevents her from hating Catholics too much, but her betrayed experience and her family's broken-down past have prevented her from trusting Catholics, especially the French who are scattered all over Black Harbor.

　　 So she has always been alone, occasionally accepting some employment, killing some people, the employer will never be a believer in God.

　　 This is her quirk of choosing customers, and it just so happens that Lorraine meets these strange requirements...

　　 After listening to her narrative, Lorraine leaned on the door and smiled bitterly.

　　 "Miss Henna, I recognize your ability, but... I am not a qualified employer, because I have no money."

　　 "I want that knife."

　　 "Knife?" Lorraine glanced at the knife in his ear, "Is it possible to hire Assassin to work hard now if I only need a skinning knife that hasn't killed anyone?"

　　 "This is a very good knife." Hina shook her head, "And the knife is the last payment, I have accepted your first payment."

"Black bread?"

　　 "Bread and cod are delicious..."