In the alley, just when the heroic Prince Thales took a deep breath and was about to step forward to show his heroism and save Slimani, Shilay grabbed him.

"Wait a minute, there are three of them, what are you going to do? Stab them in the butt with your little sword?"

Thales picked up a dagger and raised his eyebrows.

"According to circumstances."

Okay, he really didn't think about this.

"According to circumstances?"

Miss Kevin Deere looked sarcastic: "Really, it sounds really reassuring."

The three swordsmen were getting closer and closer to Slimani, who clung to the wall, limping and trying to escape.

Thales sighed:

"If you let them take him away... they will kill him. You have to do something!"

Hilley hesitated:

"Okay, look at me."

Thales was startled and grabbed Hilley who was about to walk out:

"Wait, what can you do, and what are you going to do? Perform magic tricks on them?"

Xi Lai subconsciously pulled away the gloved hand and rolled his eyes when he heard this:

“Adapt measures to local conditions.”

Adapt measures to local conditions…

Thales laughed angrily:

"Wow, that sounds just as reassuring."

At this time, another accident happened at the other end of the alley.

"Wow! Brothers, happy celebration!"

The expressions of the three swordsmen changed and they turned around cautiously.

"hapiness!"

"Cool!"

"Keep drinking!"

"Drink the Emerald City dry!"

"It's like fucking a mother-in-law!"

The noise came, and the exit of the alley was shadowy and lively, accompanied by a large number of people singing in unison:

"La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, the proud sailor is drifting away!"

"Hit the pirate to panic!"

"Go back and get the captain off the boat!"

"Keep the wealth and jewelry for yourself!"

“La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la”

Singing with an unpleasant melody came from far away, and a large group of men wearing short shirts and carrying wine bottles walked shoulder to shoulder and staggered into the alley. The sour wine hit their nostrils wherever they went.

Thales and Hilley looked at each other: This might be an opportunity.

Slimani, who was struggling to escape, was overjoyed when he saw this, but the leading swordsman frowned. With a look, he told his two companions to hold the defender, and he turned around to face the new group of drunkards.

"who are you?"

At first, there was a man who smelled of alcohol, had disheveled hair, and hiccupped. He managed to hold on to the wall to steady himself.

"We will follow you four times? Four times? Hahaha, hahaha!"

He was obviously hungover and delirious. He spoke in a spluttering voice with a thick accent from the countryside in the south coast:

"Brothers, da, da, da, tell them to stop us, we, we, we are all following, the four Sammo people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his group of crumbling companions who were supporting each other cheered and raised their arms in response:

"The bravest man!"

“The cutest person!”

"sailor!"

"crew!"

"drunkard!"

"The most awesome person!"

"The first mate's slave!"

"Deck wiper!"

"Serman's father!"

"Girls' dream girl!"

"The captain's father!"

"His ancestors!"

"His son-in-law!"

"His wife's lover!"

"His mistress's mistress!"

"His son's biological father!"

"His mother's husband!"

"Pirates - bah bah, distributor of wealth at sea!"

The alley was narrow, and the cries and howls of this large group of people were deafening. Even Thales and Hilley, who were hiding inside, couldn't help but cover their ears.

"Okay, okay, I understand, you're a sailor ashore, right? Okay, let's leave now..." The leading swordsman looked disgusted.

But the alcoholic sailor with a southern accent waved his bottle as if waving a baton in a chorus:

"We four——"

His fellow sailors raised their hands and echoed in unison:

"Warriors of the Wya!"

The three swordsmen, as well as Slimani, who was captured by them, all had distorted expressions on their faces.

etc.

What kind of warriors?

Um?

Thales and Hilley looked at each other, both surprised.

"Help - woo!" Slimani's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he was about to shout for help, but was roughly restrained by a swordsman.

"What, help?"

A sailor looked over dizzily:

"What are you doing to help me?"

The leading swordsman stood in front of him calmly and pushed the sailor back:

"It's okay, he drank too much."

"Oh, brother, did you drink too much? It's good to drink too much!"

Another sailor shook the bottle and approached the swordsmen happily:

"Cheers, happy Queen's Day!"

Hmm, this voice seems a bit familiar?

Thales, who had doubts, felt more and more wrong the more he listened.

He peeled off the wall, secretly exposed half of his head, and entered the senses of hell.

"Of course, happy Queen's Day, happy." The leading swordsman responded awkwardly. Just as he was trying to squeeze through the crowd and leave, he was grabbed by the shoulder by a sailor in front of him.

In the hell sense, Thales took a closer look:

The man who was shaking the wine bottle and holding arms with the swordsman smelled of alcohol, wore simple clothes, had messy hair, and his face was dirty...

But that face shape, height and body shape...

Isn't it the First Class Guard Officer of the Star Lake Guard, His Excellency Danny Doyle?
To be continued...