.Ever since Robben and the madman fought in the port of call that day, Metz returned to the ship and was unable to afford to get sick!

Robben didn't know what methods Parker used to deal with the groups of soldiers. Anyway, no one came to the ship to ask questions. The next day, a large group of people drove into the port of call to repair the damage to the entire airport.

At the same time, after learning that Mess was ill in bed, Parker did not come to Robben to negotiate, but directly sent a contract with his own seal. The conditions on the contract were extremely favorable, as long as Robben and Mays signed on it. The business that Parker came to negotiate last time was finalized.

"Master, are we too nervous? Robben is just a strong man and has no actual identity. Are we doing this? "

Parker was looking at the withered flowers in the garden of his house. On the table beside him was the tea that had already cooled down. Behind him was the young man, who was carefully making his suggestions to Parker.

"alright!"

Parker waved his hand and stopped the young man's words.

"Do you know who that lunatic is?" Parker asked back.

"I dare not investigate the master's affairs!" The young man said respectfully.

"Um!"

Parker nodded with satisfaction, "You don't need to know either!"

While saying that, Parker sighed, "That Robben is not ordinary. The madman was obviously a little out of control later. Unexpectedly, that Robben could break his sword! His sword has not been broken for many years!"

Parker looked up at the sky, "That Robben is so young. He has turned the necromancer and the dragon into a halo of glory on his head, of course "and that madman!"

"This city of Thor will also have new forces rising!"

The young man stood behind Parker, not daring to disturb his master's sigh at all.

"Everything remains unchanged, strictly implement it. Tomorrow, I will send someone to greet you and see if the doctors in our house can help you. By the way, you can invite a light sacrifice to go there. Ten days later, you will go to negotiate a new route in person. The conditions remain unchanged. If there is any secret, come to me directly. Do you understand?"

"yes!"

"Okay! Lying down, you're so sick. What can you do if you can do it!"

On the side of Mets' boat, Robben, who was wrapped in a bandage, pressed Mets back to the bed, and then picked up a bowl of black medicine on the table.

"Open your mouth!" Robben served the juice in a spoon and delivered it to Mess' mouth.

Mess's face turned slightly red, and he opened his mouth obediently and drank the medicine.

"How is it!" Robben asked with concern.

"Somewhat bitter!" Metz frowned.

"That's right, come again!"

"Robben, how are your injuries? It's all my fault!" Mess looked at Robben and his eyes turned red again as he looked bandaged.

"Okay, okay! I haven't seen that I'm already a good person, why would I come to take care of you?" Robben quickly interrupted Metz. This was the third time that Metz was about to cry when he looked at his bandages.

Robben's body had no injuries. Relying on his normal human ability to resist strikes and recover. After a brief coma, Robben was no longer seriously injured. After checking his whole body, Robben was shocked and found that almost all of his internal organs were injured. However, the wound was extremely even, as if each part had all the impacts. Each organ was not seriously injured, and the important internal organs were not even injured!

Could it be that crazy man deliberately did this?

"These bandages were all worn by Sasha. Actually, I'm already well!" Robben said, gently tugging on a bandage, revealing the intact skin below.

"Open your mouth!" Robben handed over the spoon again.

After drinking this spoon of medicine, Mess saw Robben carefully tidy up a beautiful cloth knot that had been messed up when he was pulling the bandage. The bitterness began to melt in Mess' throat.

"Where is Sasha?"

"Cooking the medicine!" Robben replied with a smile, "She said, this medicine should be taken while it is hot!" As he said that, Robben handed the spoon to Mets' mouth again.

"Shamu is cooking medicine for me?" Mess was slightly surprised.

Robben smiled, "This little girl Sasha is actually very kind. I know you don't like others entering your room. She asked me to take care of you!"

After hearing Robben's words, Metz's eyes lowered again.

"Okay, drink it soon. It's cold for a while, Sasha specially cooked it in small portions!"

"I'll do it myself!"

"How can I do it! What about me, a living person!"

"Luo Huan...I

"Okay! I saved your life, why are you shy? Open your mouth quickly, ah, ah!" Robben began to persuade Mess as if he was coaxing the child,

"Master, maybe I'm talking too much, but I always feel that Mess is against Luo Huan,

In the kitchen, Su was with Sasha. Sasha was sitting on a stool, posing her legs boredly. Beside her, flames were licking a small jar, and bursts of medicine came out from it.

"I know." Sasha stared at the kitchen door with annoyance.

"But you also saw that Robben is more special to her than to others. She was sick and Robben was so nervous!"

"But

"It's just a good thing. That vixen looks like she's going to die of illness. If she really has one, she's going to have two shorts. Robben won't be happy!"

"Well, really!" Sasha jumped out of the chair.

"Why is that vixen so beautiful?" Sasha rubbed her feet against the ground.

"I met Robben so early!" Sasha rubbed against the ground hard.

"It seems that I still like Robben!" Sasha stomped her feet.

"The most hateful thing is that Robben clearly said he didn't like her, so why did he care so much about that vixen!" Sasha stepped on the ground a few times, and a passing ant unfortunately died.

"Then you don't need to call him

"How can I serve that vixen? Robben looked worried again!"

"I really don't want Robben to worry or be dissatisfied!" Sasha muttered at the end, squatted down in grievance, and kept drawing circles on the ground.

“Humans… are so complicated!”

Su stopped saying a word and turned around and stared at the small medicine jar with white smoke.

"Mess, your room doesn't change again. I remember the last time the airship was in danger, your room looked like this!" Robben pulled over the only chair in the room and rode backwards on it and was chatting with Mess.

On the table, there was an empty medicine bowl.

"Nothing, I just like the room like this!" Metz replied softly. Outside the tightly sealed window, strands of sunlight shone on Metz's face, making the beautiful woman look a little haggard.

Robben blinked and did not ask. In fact, what Robben wanted to say was: Why didn’t even change the decorations on the bed?

Robben remembered that last time he saw these things on Mets' bed, and that big pillow aroused some unhealthy thoughts from Robben. It seemed that he hadn't even changed the color of the quilt!

"Tell you good news!"

There was a little silence in the bedroom, and Robben found a new topic again.

"What?" Mets raised his eyes, a little absent-minded.

"Look, the contract that Old Man Parker brought. The conditional discount inside will make you, the rich woman, jump out of bed happily!" Robben said as he took out a contract from behind.

"Have you seen it?" Mess' voice was still a little weak.

"Yeah!" Robben nodded.

"Do you understand?" Mess couldn't help but feel funny when he saw Robben's expression serious.

“Ca  …”

Robben was stunned and then smiled embarrassedly, "I've shown it to Philip. He said the conditions are already very favorable, so I'll tell you to sign directly!"

Metz held the contract in his hand and flipped it casually, "Robben, what should I do if the conditions are very harsh?"

"Just throw it back!" Robben glared, "It's like killing that lunatic."

Looking at Robben, who was measuring his fists, Mess smiled slightly, with a faint warmth on his face.

"Robben, just sign your name! In the past few days, there may be people talking about business. If you think it's appropriate, just make a decision!"

"Well! This is such a good idea. I haven't decided on my own business in my life!" Robben narrowed his eyes, looked happy, and his ten thumbs shook proudly.

"But it seems that it is not easy to achieve. I have discussed it with Philip. Given the serious consequences of this battle, I was injured again and you are in pain again. We will not receive any guests in recent days!" Robben shook his head, and another look of disappointment on his face.

"So, hurry up, okay, we are all waiting for you, the rich woman, to support us!" Robben changed into a earnest smile.

"Sure enough, I have no use except making money." Mess seemed to be in a little depressed.

Robenben wanted to comfort and comfort messi, but it seemed to have a counterproductive effect.

"No!" Robben immediately retorted.

"You are so beautiful, Sasha always tells me that she envys you very much!"

"She said I was a vixen, right?"

Thank you, Robben!" Mess looked at Robben with a smile, but his smile was a little reluctant.

Robben sighed weakly.

"Okay, Metz, stop crying!" Robben gently tried the tears that gradually gushed out of Metz's eyes, but Metz cried even harder.

"We all care about you very much. Even if you are not so beautiful, you won't make money. We still hope to get better as soon as possible. Look, after the last time the airship was in danger, weren't there still so many people stayed with you?"

Robben said, and Metz shed tears. This was the second time Robben cried when he saw Metz.
To be continued...