"It is my greatest honor to work with you. Without your superb skills, there would be no ship. The Erona welcomes you home and visit at any time..."

On the bridge where the old shipbuilder Henrik Van Dijk left, Lu Yuan spoke polite words in a passionate manner. Old man Henrik kept stroking the side of the "Erona", crying in his eyes, looking like he could not let go.

The first mate John Walkman, Father Padley and several sailors on the shipwreck island, all saw a little sore nose. Only Li Huamei seemed to be disgusted by Lu Yuan's words, and snorted and turned away.

Everyone gathered together lively, and everyone said a few farewell words to the old man. But no one noticed that Lu Yuan's palm, whose back was behind him, was trembling gently. He almost couldn't help but wanted to take action, and directly broke Henrik Van Dyke's neck! Because Lu Yuan just said he was leaving, he used a small detection spell on the old man. As a result, in Lu Yuan's arcane vision, Henrik Van Dyke changed from head to toe to a complete red! Red represents endless hatred, Lu Yuan didn't know where he got such a strong hostility! It targeted Lu Yuan, and also targeted the "Erona".

But if he killed Henrik now, he would have directly let John and the others become centrifuged, which would eventually lead to the split of the people on the ship. Before the last incident had passed, he could only bear it for the time being.

"This is the best ship I have ever built in my life... When I return to my hometown, I will definitely re-create a model and put it on my bookshelf..." Henrik Van Dyke muttered and walked towards another British merchant ship. Although he only built the old "Erona" and the new "Erona" actually had little to do with him, at this time, who would go back to refute him?

The ship was encountered by the "Erona" on the route, a ship that was about to return to Britain. At that time, Henrik Van Dijk recognized the name of the ship and believed that it was God's revelation - the ship heading to Britain was right in front of him, and it was time for him to set off and return to his hometown in England.

That's why the old man asked Li Huamei to stop the ship and asked Lu Yuan to leave.

After stopping the merchant ship, the cannon of the "Erona" was there, and the persuasion work went very smoothly. Not only did they agree to Henrik's request for boarding, they also agreed to build a shore bridge between the two ships (with the shore bridge, the sailors could board the ship with one charge, which was very dangerous), and held a small farewell ceremony for Henrik Van Dyke on it.

"Wait a minute!" Just as Henrik Van Dyke was about to set foot on the British merchant ship, Lu Yuan suddenly shouted and stopped him. Everyone looked at Lu Yuan with some strangeness, and saw him walking a few steps, coming to Henrik's side, bent down respectfully, and slapped his clothes twice, "Master Henrik, your clothes are dirty."

"Hahaha~" Henrik Van Dyke, who felt very proud, smiled like a flower. He waved his hand to say goodbye, and then stepped onto the merchant ship opposite him.

Everyone thought that this was a unique tribute from the other captain to the respected predecessors, so they all gave applause without hesitation. Especially John and the others were even more excited.

After the ceremony, both sides put away the bridge. Lu Yuan also lined up on the side of the ship to say goodbye in a friendly manner.

To show his grandeur, the "Erona" not only fired a volley of guns into the air, but also fired twenty-four salutes... (Of course... it scared the other party to death! How could such etiquette be there at this time?!)

Lu Yuan rubbed his fingers with a smile on the side of the boat. He still couldn't help but take action. Since it was a hidden danger, of course it was to get rid of it quickly... I just don't know how hot his Wudang Mian Palm can have?

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The "Erona" sailed far away and disappeared into the sky in a short while.

On this side, the British merchant ships were still slowly moving against the wind. They had to moor several ports to head towards the UK, and the entire voyage lasted for more than one month.

The crowd on the deck had dispersed, and the captain smiled and comforted the guests who were scared in the final stage. It has to be said that the ceremony held by the other party was very good and atmosphere, but it was too scary.

Henrik Van Dyke stayed alone at the bow of the ship, and became ignored, and seemed a bit out of the way. He was just a bad old man, not a big beauty. If you have watched the fun, who cares who he is.

Only the captain's first mate, a handsome young man, came to Henrik Van Dyke, and he performed a beautiful court manner and said, "It's incredible! They all said that you were killed and your ship sank in New Guinea... I really didn't expect to see you here!" The young man stood up straight and said respectfully, "Welcome back! Dear Viscount Henrik Van Dyke Clifford, my dear...uncle."

"So too! Haha~haha~hahahaha!" Henrik Van Dijk, no, it should be Viscount Henrik Clifford now. He opened his arms happily and hugged the young man tightly. "I was really surprised to see you in the telescope before! If you didn't look exactly like your father, I couldn't believe that it was you! You know, in the news I heard, you are leading the whole of England now, and I really didn't expect you to appear on a small merchant ship. All of this is God's will. I'm glad to see you, little James."

Then he patted his forehead, pretended to be remembered, and quickly changed his words, "Oh no, you have grown up, and you are better than us! You should now be called the Governor of the Caribbean and Commander of the Fourth Navy Fleet, Lord James Clifford!"

"You are kidding, my dear uncle! In front of you, I will always be your little James. Hahaha." The young man smiled modestly, and supported his uncle Henrik with both hands.

In any case, he never expected that he would meet his uncle Henrik Van Dyke Clifford who had been missing for more than 20 years by just going on a private matter! The news of his death had long been confirmed, and a funeral had been held... However, Clifford was very happy, not only because his relatives survived. It was also because his father's younger brother was a genius in shipbuilding! The flagship "h.m.s" he now uses now, known as "the most elegant warship in Britain", was written by this uncle.

The silver-class magic ship "h.m.s Bellona" is a third-class battleship. With seventy-two artillery and eighteen knots of speed, Clifford loves this ship more than his wife.

So I love the house and the U.S., he has always had a good impression of himself, the genius uncle. Even if he kept calling himself "Little James", he could tolerate it.

He invited his uncle to his room and asked the guards to clear the idle people nearby. After all, the first mate was just a cover for his identity. As the British Governor of the Caribbean, he seemed to attach great importance to majesty and safety.

But when the uncle and nephew started to communicate, Henrik's stubbornness began to make him feel more and more uncomfortable.

...

"Why do you have to be obsessed with snatching that ship?!" Clifford asked in a heavy tone.

As soon as the two men entered the cabin, Henrik asked him to arrange the fleet immediately and must seize the "Erona" immediately! This made Clifford feel very unhappy. Even in England, when the king asked him to do something, he would use a requesting tone instead of a commanding tone! But he still held back and said, "That ship looks very ordinary...especially... are you very short of cannons?"

He knew that the ship must have been designed by this uncle, so he gave a little satirical mockery.

It has to be said that the "sparse" turret layout of the "Erona" is as criticized as a face in the aesthetic view of this era.

"No, no, that ship is very good! Good is far more than you imagined! Her perfection is incredible, she cannot be made, it is a gift of God!" Henrik stressed eagerly. He couldn't wait to take back the "Erona". So he said, "Little James, you know you and me, and your father, we are all warships! We always need good warships, good warships, and better warships! And the "War Dog" is the best warship!"

"War Dog?" Clifford drew a circle on his forehead, and why did a new ship appear?

"Ah, don't mind, that's the name I gave her, a hundred times better than the sissy 'Erona'!" Henrik said. He didn't like to name the ship he built from the beginning. As for the root cause... maybe it was because his brother named "h.m.s Bellona" after his wife? That damn bitch&ao!

"So... what about... compared to the 'Belona'?" Clifford asked casually.

"Compared with her, the Bellona is a floating coffin!" Henrik said without thinking, even if the Bellona is his own work. Because he really loves the current "Ellona" and goes crazy. This ship has an amazing and indescribable beauty. Everyone on her ship feels super awesome, but he hasn't figured out what the reason is.

So he didn't want to get the ship at all times! Henrik didn't notice at all, and Clifford's face suddenly turned pale! He said in front of others that other people's wife was ugly, even if you were your father-in-law...

"But you know... the situation in the Caribbean is very tense now. I think it may take some time to wait..." Clifford reluctantly shirked.

"No! No!" Henrik said very urgently, his face turned red, as if blood was surging. He hesitated for a moment and still released his trump card. "Little James, do you remember how your Bellona strengthened into a magic ship?"

"You mean..." Clifford finally changed his face, "The Bellona was strengthened by the God-given scroll in our family. The God-given scroll was my grandfather who killed the Great White Shark, a sea monster that was rampant in the North Sea, and was given by God..."

"That's right!" The old man wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth casually, "Do you know what that guy did?! He killed the Norwegian sea monster! kraken! He must have a God-given scroll in his hand! A better God-given scroll than the one in our family! Ah... don't worry, little James, listen to me. The shipbuilding technology required for the analysis of the God-given scroll is very high. I guess he can't understand it yet! Hahaha..."

He smiled nervously, took out his handkerchief and wiped off more saliva.

"Uncle! You..." Clifford pointed at the corner of his mouth in shock, unable to speak. His mind was indeed full of God's scrolls. His little unhappiness had been thrown out of the sky by him, but the strange situation in front of him still shocked him!

"What's wrong?" Henrik said unhappily, "What's so strange about the elderly being a little more drooling?! Little James, your behavior is getting more and more vulgar. Does your father have no time to discipline you? I forgot to ask, my brother, he is still alive..."

Clifford reached out to snatch the handkerchief from his hand and reached directly in front of Henrik. He saw a large piece of purple and black blood on the white linen handkerchief!

"How could there be... puff!" Before Henrik finished speaking, a mouthful of blood squirted out with internal organ debris, turning Clifford into a bloody man!

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Chapter completed!