"Slow down! Slow down! Damn I'll let you guys slow down!"

On the dock in the front bay of Boston, Captain Semra of New Life was cursing the clumsy dock workers in his most fierce voice in his life.

"Do you know what is in this box? That is a gift given to another noble person that you will never imagine. It is a fragile product!"

"If there is even a slight scratch in the inside, I swear to God that I will surely kill each of you before being killed by those two noble people! I will do what I say! Do what I say!"

However, his words did not seem to play a big role. After all, dock workers are professionals when it comes to moving goods.

Professionals all know that large boxes are filled with filling for buffering, and whether they are bumpy or smashed, there will be no slightest perception of the things inside.

Of course, the premise of this sentence is that the things inside must be perceptual.

The huge wooden box was sent to the warehouse rented by Mr. Semra by 16 workers. The door slowly closed and no one was interested in it anymore.

Swish!

A black blade pierced out from the inside of the box, poking out a long hole. The emerald-colored eyes looked out from behind the hole, and looked for about four or five minutes.

"We are surrounded by a bunch of boxes," Henna said in her voice. "The boxes are scattered and there is no breathing nearby."

"Hena, let it go." Lorraine's voice responded.

A rustling sound came from the box, and soon a big foot kicked out of it with a bang, kicking the heavy wooden board far away.

"I said a long time ago that the environment inside could not be worse than the lighthouse in Cherbourg." Lorraine walked out of the inside with her neck moving. "In addition to the narrower space, there is also... every time she left the box, she had to close the box cover by herself."

Henna walked outside with her head down, hung a hood to cover her pretty face.

"Is the lighthouse bad?" she asked strangely.

"Isn't it bad?"

"I have lived there for two years and I like it very much."

"Is that..." Lorraine muttered and picked up the box cover, aligned the four corners and knocked, "Hena, what I told you the day before yesterday..."

“About Assassin’s wedding?”

"I only know that you want to marry four wives at the same time at your wedding. What if the number of people is not enough? Also, are there any other taboos to pay attention to?"

"No pork, no wine, no God, and no Neald," Henna leaned on her slender fingers. "In fact, Asathain has no wedding. We were taught to live for the seventy-two virgins in heaven since we were young, so even if there was wine and Neald, it didn't matter."

"No God, no pork, Neald will not come." Lorraine wrote in her heart, climbing up the skylight, "Working three girls at Tavistock at the same time, I promise that the old guys in the House of Lords will definitely go crazy."

Henna climbed up the skylight on the other side like a cat, tilted her head towards Lorraine: "Are you afraid of them?"

"I'm just thinking about the guest list, they'll be on the list, and I promise that everyone who receives the invitation will be present."

"Oh, God." Henna said coldly.

...

Back Bay, Morgan Mansion.

Susan took a shower and lay naked on the bed with her tall belly.

These days she felt a great burden, irritable, and whipped and killed four slaves one after another.

The doctor said that the source of stress is about to give birth.

Her belly is probably pregnant with two children. When she is close to her belly, the doctor clearly hears three different heartbeats.

Because of this conclusion, she threw the attending physician into a rural plantation.

The quack doctor would never know how much comfort pregnancy would be for her in his life. The two children were indeed hard, but for the Mogen family, who urgently needed blood inheritance, it was God's most heartwarming gift.

The real reason to annoy her was the disappearing Lorraine Drake.

Lorraine is missing, and the huge Drake Empire is in chaos. Pierce Artis, who is temporarily acting as chairman, has sent three stern notes to the Morgan Chamber of Commerce, like an ungrown puppy baring at an adult with a clear conscience.

Susan wished she could tear her mouth, which was not even full of hair, with her own hands.

Note?

Drake has no evidence, and the whole world regards Morgan as a victim. Pierce Artis's barking can only make Drake's allies look down on him, the temporary head. At least for now, Susan firmly believes that he wants to know more than anyone in the world about Lorraine Drake's life and death!

Death or living?

Susan was tossing and turning in the bed, and her heart fire once again emerged from her pores.

The Bloody Crown defeated the Lion and won terrible victory. During the last two days of strangulation, the main ace of the Royal Navy caused great trouble to Alsace.

But Alsace still squeezed the Lion into the shallows and launched the boarding station in the shortest time. The people on the boat had no time to abandon the ship.

After the death of the sky collapse, Arthas picked up seventeen living people from the pile of dead people.

There is no doubt about Shaq's ending.

All the prisoners insisted that Shaq Drake ignited the Lions ammunition compartment, and when the explosion occurred, he stood in the center of the mountain of explosives and shells.

And Lorraine's ending is doubtful.

17 prisoners, 16 said that Lorraine was hiding in the Green Islands, and 1 said that Lorraine was not in the Green Islands at all.

Logically speaking, in the context of no collusion and severe torture, such a unique discrimination can be directly identified as a lie, but this time the situation is a bit special.

The disagreement was named Chris Emmons, a Royal Rear Admiral, Shaq Drake's close minister, confidant, think tank, and the acting captain of the Lion in this breakthrough.

In order to make Emmons admit to lying, Alsace tried all his tricks.

Whip, stick, flood, bury alive, soldering iron, bleed...

Emmons did not escape the threat of death for a moment for five days, and even watched Arthas cut off eight of his ten fingers and four of his ten toes.

As a result, Arthas and Susan were convinced.

The half-dead Emmons told them that if Lorraine and his women were going to hide in the Green Islands, Shaq would not have to drive the boat to the island and make a total of 550 people become insiders.

The Drake brothers' plan was to use Green Island as a cover to row straight for the North American continent.

The plan is more convincing, but it also means that Lorraine has to use a ten-meter-long paddle powered flat-bottom to span at least 50 kilometers, with an average water depth of more than 20 meters.

His purpose may be the North American continent or the Kalf Islands. As for whether he can arrive safely, only God knows this.

In any case, Alsace gave up the operation to search the Green Islands, and Susan endorsed Alsace's decision after seeing Eymond.

Lorraine's hidden in Green Island is almost zero, and Green Island Islands are destined to be the focus in the next period of time. Compared to the shameful bloody Red Crown, the search is more suitable for the innocent Morgan Chamber of Commerce.

The search was fruitless...

Thinking of this, Susan exhaled the air from her lungs in big mouthfuls.

She once thought that the living Lorraine was the worst, but after these days of torture, she suddenly discovered that Schrödinger's Lorraine was far more terrifying and tormenting than the living Lorraine.

"Who can... tell me... the result!"

"If you don't dislike me, how about me?"
Chapter completed!