The boat docks at a private pier dedicated to Planck in Bilgewater.

Except for a few unlucky guys who were left to guard, other pirates rushed out almost the moment the ship stopped.

Miss Doom left quickly, and she did not bring the little fishman Fitz who had made her pay a huge price to save, and left alone.

Before she left, she blew in Chen Senran's ear very ambiguously and told him that she could go find her at any time, and she was in the call girl's tavern in the West District.

Chen Senran had no reaction to this.

He didn't want to get into this muddy water.

Or, I don't want to do it for the time being.

The boat became empty, leaving only Chen Senran and the little fishman Fitz who had been unable to quickly figure out the situation around him.

"Wow, Jack, where are we going now?" Little Fishman Fitz was stunned for a long time before he grabbed his scattered hair and beard.

In the past few days, other pirates on the Mingyuan number ignored Fitz at all, and only Chen Senran was willing to talk to it.

Coupled with Chen Senran deliberately chatting with it, they have become good friends.

"I don't know either, you know, it's the first time I've been here, and I know nothing about it." Chen Senran felt the particularly warm sunshine today and exhaled slightly, "Or what if you take me around?"

"Okay, I've been here for a while. I know a lot of interesting places. I'll take you there later." The little fishman jumped up with his trident and jumped off the deck of the Mingyuan in a few seconds.

"Come on." It greeted below.

"Okay, come soon." Chen Senran said this and subconsciously glanced at the direction of the captain's room.

He knew Planck hadn't left yet, and in fact, in recent days he had hardly come out of the captain's room. He had been silent about what had happened on the ship recently.

Like being neutral.

What the hell is he...

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Long after Chen Senran and the little fishman Fitz left, Proto, a thin man who had already run off the boat, hurried back to the Mingyuan. He came to the captain's room and knocked on the closed door.

He knew the captain's...habit, he knew that the captain would stay in the captain's room for these days every month, and he didn't know why.

In private, some crew members also discussed it. They said that the captain had any hidden illness and needed to hide in the house for the past few days and could not see the sun.

But then with the sudden death of the crew member and Planck's usual prestige, no one dared to discuss it anymore.

This matter has become a taboo. Everyone dares not say it. Just remember one thing. It is best not to disturb the captain in these few days. Even if there is something important, remember to knock on the door, otherwise you will go to the sea to feed the sharks like some unlucky guy who pushed the door open and rashly opened it in.

Proto stood carefully at the door, not daring to get too close, so as not to hear some sounds he shouldn't have heard.

"Come in." Planck's voice came from the closed door, slightly...weak.

"Yes, Captain." Proto did not push the door immediately, but made a sound to confirm for a while before pushing open the door.

Planck sat upright on the captain's chair, a fine white Demacia candle was lit on the table in front of him, reflecting his face and the oil portraits of the three former captains behind him, and there was a gloomy feeling in the entire dim cabin.

"Close the door." Planck spoke. His face was extremely stiff and rigid, giving Proto a very uncomfortable mechanical feeling.

That mechanical feeling reminded Proto of the dead face.

"Yes." Proto swallowed and answered only one word. He even forgot to say the casual words he would say.

Planck gave him a feeling today, and he wanted to escape from the cabin immediately.

But he couldn't, he could only barely walk to Planck and lower his head slightly.

He was a little afraid to look at Planck's face.

Eye.

A pair of fierce and ferocious ones that made him even more uneasy than before...empty.

"Are you afraid of me?" Planck spoke again, this time even the tone was stiff and hollow.

"I...I am extremely awe of you from beginning to end." Proto's suppressed throat was so dry that he almost couldn't say a complete sentence.

"What's going on recently?" Planck did not continue with the previous question and turned to another topic.

"Yes. Recently..." Proto hurriedly searched for some of the latest news he had just obtained.

Although Planck has been on the sea recently, he still left behind a left-behind organization in Bilgewater, specializing in managing some of his industries and collecting the latest intelligence.

Proto is the one who is responsible for collecting information every time he returns.

From this we can see that he is also a confidant to Planck.

"Some foreigners have come to the city recently." Proto finally remembered something and organized the language.

Although Bilgewater is not a city-state in all the official Valorand recognition, it is a perfect big city in terms of its scale and the local people's own concepts, and it can even be called a small country.

"When did Bilgewater have no outsiders?" Planck asked back, but his emotions did not change at all, but became even more vain.

"Yes, yes, it's just that those outsiders are strange. They come from War Academy, Noxus and somewhere else, not to do business or have fun, they are looking for someone." Proto quickly added, "Although they think they are doing it very secretly, we still know that, in addition, they seem to be opposite each other and do not want each other to know that they are looking for this person."

"Who?" Planck pointed to the topic directly.

"I don't know very well... It seems that it was a guy who had a very famous name in Valorand some time ago, the flame tyrant Chen Senran." Proto frowned and sorted out the information, but forgot about Planck's pressure for a while.

"The flame tyrant Chen Senran, the guy who destroyed a city with one hand seemed to have disappeared a few months ago." Planck muttered to himself, "When did it start?"

"Two months ago." Proto responded immediately.

"That's not." Planck suddenly said.

That's not...

Not what?

Proto was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood the meaning of this sentence, that was not blind Jack.

That guy was caught from the sea a few days ago.

If I had fallen into the sea a few months ago, I would have been soaked into powder.

"What else?" Planck kept keeping that movement, like a sculpture in the candlelight.

"And... Someone from Ionia is coming to the island again, and they seem to want to talk about alliance again." Proto was forced to lower his head by Planck's stiffness again.

He always felt that there was a rotten smell in the cabin today.

"Yeah, I know, go down." Planck finally moved, nodded, "It's fun."

"Yes...yes..." Proto, who had already retreated relatively smoothly, was so excited that he almost sat on the ground by Planck's last yin and fun.

He quickly retreated to the door, opened the door quickly, and closed it carefully.

At the last moment when the door was closed, he saw Planck's face, which was faintly transparent. (To be continued...)

ps: The second update, thank you for the reward of the number guy starting with 13.
Chapter completed!