Europe in 1775 was calm, just like a storm coming, which made people feel trembling in their hearts in depression.

In September, the Royal British Navy New World Fleet entered a rotation period.

The new admiral Baron Alia Drake rode on his new flagship, the latest third-class ship of the Royal Navy, HMS Lion, and encountered a storm on his way to his post and unfortunately died for his country.

Then six months passed in a flash...

Lorraine lay in a small room with her eyes closed.

The brown wooden door is half open and half closed on the left hand side, and the log-stitched bed board is placed opposite the door.

There are continuous mold spots on the wall.

Following the mold spots, there is a half-old cabinet at the end of the bed, with the upper layer being separated by five drawers on the lower layer.

The fine cracks on the wooden frame are the only pattern on its body. If you stare at it, your thinking will uncontrollably guess the time when the cabinet collapses.

They are the only two objects in this room, and here is the new home where Lorraine has lived in for a full half year.

Devon, town of Tavistock.

This place is less than two kilometers away from the luxurious manor of Drake's Herald Baron. At the end of the day, the two fields connected, but for Lorraine, it is like a natural barrier.

He was the second young master of the Drake family, or, in other words, he was.

Six months ago, his father who loved him died on his way to the New World.

Four months ago, his brother inherited the title and suddenly drove him, his illegitimate son and his infatuated pagan mother, out of the old house as if he had become a different person.

Half a month ago, Helena died of illness after being in poor health.

At that moment, the sixteen-year-old Lorraine finally completely disconnected from the world.

He is free, whether this freedom is what he wants or not.

Lorraine opened her eyes, lifted up the worn backpack hanging at the end of the bed, and walked out of the door without expression.

Today is an important day. His nominal master and his last guardian, Shaq Francis Drake, would tell him the final result of his family's treatment.

What is the result?

Lorraine doesn't care.

He walked into the living room with a cold smile. When he raised his eyes, he saw Shaq who had been standing there for a long time.

Shaq was wearing a decent tuxedo and holding a short emerald stick. His handsome face looked stiff because of his seriousness, and his sea-blue eyes were bright, but he did not look at Lorraine.

Lorraine held the corner of her mouth disdainfully: "Can't you find a place to stay in the house of a hired farmer? My dear Mr. Drake?"

Shaq still didn't go to see Lorraine.

His eyes swam like mold spots crisscrossing on the wall, which was a beautiful chart.

"Don't sarcastic, my stupid brother." He said, "You should remember that sarcastic is the hypocritical dignity of the weak, and other than that, it is nothing."

"But I always feel that self-righteous arrogance is hypocrisy." Lorraine walked over to himself, dragged the chair away, and put her feet on the table in front of Shaq. "Great Master, where is my verdict?"

Shaq's brow frowned slightly.

He stamped his cane, and the housekeeper Faulky entered the door with a big suitcase, first gave a gift to Lorraine, then carefully lifted the suitcase and placed it on the table where Lorraine put her feet.

Lorraine tilted her head to see.

This is a very good suitcase, buffalo leather, 90% new, the light brown leather surface is printed with clear clover markings, each blooming, blooming with the Irish country style.

Lorraine didn't ask what was in the box, but just whispered to Falkin.

The box quickly opened, revealing an orderly placement in front of Lorraine.

On both sides are parchment paper documents framed with glass and nanmu, and in the middle are three hundred gold pounds tied neatly with leather ropes.

In England, three hundred pounds is a huge sum of money, and even if a middle-class family does not eat or drink, it will take about ten years to save the money.

Lorraine couldn't help laughing: "You are such a generous master."

"In the eyes of the family, you need to have a decent life even if you are expelled from the family, which represents Drake's face."

"They're so polite."

Lorraine no longer focused on the gold pounds, put down her feet, and her slender fingers gently slid on the glass.

Two documents...

The document on the left is from the famous Cambridge University School of Law, which contains a formal admission permit, while the right...

[In the name of the king, I give Mr. Drake the right to safeguard legitimate interests on the ocean and attack the enemy of the kingdom...Elizabeth I, March 27, 1571]

This is the privateer license that Lorraine has been looking forward to for a year.

Two hundred years ago, Elizabeth I awarded it to Francis Drake, the Seven Seas Dragons, who traveled across the world from an insignificant bankrupt businessman to a legend at sea.

Two hundred years later, it still has sacred and inviolable legal effect. Through this thin piece of paper, the king of England authorized merchants to transform into pirates at any time and legally, and plunder enemy ships throughout the world in the name of the kingdom.

Seeing it, Lorraine smiled even more happily.

"Is this your final decision, a lawyer or a businessman?"

"This is the family's judgment." Shaq still stood straight, "the family believes that compared to having illegitimate children and pagans at home, unworthy descendants choose undecent jobs as a reason to be expelled."

"It's Drake's face again."

Lorraine spat, pulled out the privateer permit from the box, flipped her hands into her backpack, then got up and went out.

The moment he passed by Shaq, he suddenly said, "Do you know? I smell freedom."

"This is your illusion." Shaq responded coldly.

"It's not an illusion." Lorraine said word by word, "When I come back and return all this to you in front of my mother, you will know that this is not an illusion."

Shaq smiled for the first time: "If you give up the gold pound, you are penniless. You really hope to come back before I die?"

"I will come back." Lorraine shook her head gently, "Shake, you are the descendant of the first Lord Drake, the traditional and proud nobleman of England...but I am not."

"What flows in my blood vessels is the blood of the seven-sea dragon Francis Drake, the blood of Ingel and Yanasson, the Lord of Iceland. The descendants of the pirates never accept charity. What do we want is more like to get it ourselves."

...

The rain suddenly came.

The downpour of rain washed away the streets and hills of Tavistock, washed away the stains and dispelled the haze.

On a hillside with sunlight, there is a new nameless stele with no cross standing alone, with the stele facing northwest in all directions.

It has a beautiful pansy flower carved on its top, and the following is engraved with an epitaph with exactly the same meaning in three languages: English, Viking and Simplified Chinese.

【A stupid woman lying here】

【She was once the daughter of the sea】

[She gave up on the sea for love, but after losing her love, she was unable to find her sea]

【She longs to smell the sea】

[She failed, and her body turned into bubbles in this valley where the sea could not be seen]

[I hope that Neald will not forget her, and will storm storm on the sea and sweep through the dry valley]

[I hope she can find the road to the ship city of Nootong and not drift in the sky forever]

【May her soul rest in peace】

【May her lover not go to heaven】

[They first met at sea, and they should finally stay at sea]
Chapter completed!