Assassin’s Adventure

Gordon's first reaction was impossible! In this era, someone may really dare to do insurance.

"Aren't they afraid of losing their lives? Pirates are everywhere, ships are looted every day, and a steady stream of pirates are born."

Gordon finally peeled off a piece of animal skin. Of course, it was not complete, it was even messed up, full of blood and flesh, like rags.

"Actually, not."

Gore leaned against the tree and continued to watch Gordon begin to act on the corpse of the second jaguar.

"You may not know how many ships there are in this world, so many countries, so many people, all you see are the most chaotic Caribbean seas, the Mediterranean Sea, the trade between Europe and the Americas, the East India, Africa's Trade, there are so many ships at sea, every ship has the threat of facing storms, hitting rocks, and pirates, and they are very happy to use a certain amount of money to ensure their safety, so that they will not lose everything if they fail to sail."

When it comes to this issue, Gordon really has no right to speak. Compared with the whole world, he knows very little.

"But is it possible to have insurance for a ship as risky as a privateer?"

"When things like insurance are established, it's not surprising that privateers have insurance. Of course, it's a matter of cost. The greater the risk, the greater the insurance amount that needs to be paid."

Gordon was a little undecided. Ordinary merchant ships might really have the possibility to receive insurance money, but privateer ships are very likely to be directly sunk and killed, and there is no news.

At this point, the soldiers had buried these beasts, and only Gordon was left to skin half.

A well-handled prey turned into a slaughterhouse, and the flesh and blood were flying, and it was horrible to see.

It was already a little late, the sun set a little afterglow, and the group finally prepared to return to the camp.

This operation can be said to be very successful. Not only did the jaguars clean up, but there were more beasts. Even when Gordon appeared, Aaron was startled, and he thought he was about to die from hemorrhage.

There was fresh water from the soldiers in the camp. Gordon shoved the **** hide in Allen's hands, then raised a bucket of water and poured it down from the head.

"Captain, what is this?"

Allen looked at this thing with some disgust, wishing to throw it directly on the ground.

Whoops!

Gordon was drenched in an instant, and the waste water flowing on the ground was full of blood red.

Although it hasn't been cleaned up, it can only be done temporarily. He can't waste more fresh water, resulting in insufficient water in the camp.

"Animal skin, this has a great effect on me. By the way, go and clean this thing up for me."

"Oh."

Allen simply threw it on the ground, Gordon rinsed his body with water, and then picked it up again.

"You just face my orders like this?"

Gordon stared at Allen and was very dissatisfied with this bloated guy.

"Well, captain, please don't pay attention to this detail, at least it's a lot cleaner, isn't it?"

Gordon stared, then snatched it back from Allen's hand, and got into his own tent.

"animus!" He said silently in his heart, and then called up the production interface.

Life upgrade:

Consumption: Two leopard skins.

Effect: Increases HP by 2 points.

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief now that the conditions for production had been met. Before that, he really didn't know if he could be considered a production need after peeling it like this.

"Make!"

With a flash of white light, the skins of the two jaguars in his hands had disappeared, replaced by the leopard-print underwear that appeared on the characters in the status bar.

"…"

The character's shape at the moment is very scary. The combination of leopard-print underwear and gray shark-man suit is simply terrible. If someone really wears such a suit in reality, it will definitely be 3,000%!

The character's life column has become five points, but this attribute is hidden, and Gordon does not feel any useful improvement at the moment.

When he walked out of the camp, the hunting team had already returned. The prey in the virgin jungle was so rich, and these animals had never seen people, and they were not afraid that life would bring death. The soldiers used fancy hunting methods, fishing nets, Traps, muskets.

At the very center of the camp, Burton and Gore were already sitting by the fire, looking at the wild boar wearing a wooden stick.

"We didn't find the Spanish camp all day, which is not a good phenomenon."

Burton took a sip of cold water and his expression was not very good.

Every moment, there are sentries in charge of paying attention to the surroundings, but there has never been any smoke, gunshots, and no fire at night.

"Brigadier General, is it possible that those Spaniards have given up? Or have they been left too far by us?"

Gore couldn't find a reason to explain it, he could only guess.

"It's possible, but it's extremely unlikely. I'm more inclined to have the enemy fully grasp our dynamic position and then avoid it."

Burton was a little helpless, these Spaniards were far more cunning than he thought.

"Do we need to hide our whereabouts too?"

…

Gordon found his sailors, who were leaning against a pheasant by another fire, while Alan was the cook.

"Mr. Smith once discussed with me how to roast a pheasant. Although I haven't tried it, I still know the theory. First, we need to roast the skin out of oil and let the oil soak into the meat. …”

Of course, it's the right thing to say, but without any eggs, the pheasant's skin is directly scorched.

The sailor on the side laughed loudly. At this time, Allen was not like a first mate, but more like a comedian.

The sailors around were still cleaning up more prey. The little wild boar was disemboweled, then strung with wooden sticks, and set it directly on the fire.

"Have any of you met Miss Serena today?"

Gordon came over and asked, as if he had never seen him again when he came down from the top of the mountain.

"I've seen it before on the mountain to the north."

A sailor said this, but saw that Serena had come over.

"Are you worried about me? Captain Gordon."

The voice was as sweet as a bell, and it seemed a little cheerful, and Mickey followed him, carrying two big buckets of water.

"Of course, this is not a place to hang out."

He turned his head and looked at Serena, who was still leisurely, with a somewhat reproachful tone. He didn't want this woman to run around and cause trouble for everyone.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you since the afternoon."

"On the mountain to the north, I have been staying there. The scenery is very good, and I can directly see the sunset."

Serena walked briskly, then sat down by the fire, leaving Gordon speechless.

"Because of this? Wild beasts in the jungle and those Spaniards are not easy to deal with."

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

She looked at Gordon, her eyes were very pure, but she was so choked that Gordon was speechless. You just look at the scenery.