Ignoring the sailor's resentful and resentful look, Link stepped forward and hugged Varre's shoulder: "How about it, are you considering hanging with me? I'm very optimistic about you."

Varre was taken over by Link in a daze. The Virgians have always respected the strong. Varre was much more honest. With such a powerful boss taking care of him, his men had no objection.

Since the captain asked Link to take full control of the situation, he would naturally not be polite. He ordered the sailors to improve food for the Virgia mercenaries, free up more space for the cabin, and allow them to go to the deck in batches to let the air.

As for the sailor's opinion, Link certainly would not consider it. Even if he offended him and was reported by him, he would have to wait for the ship to return. By then, he would have been no longer on the ship, and the sky was high and the emperor was far away.

In comparison, Vigian mercenaries with nearly 100 people are more worthy of winning. Link learned that the security of Miluo Island is a big problem, and it cannot be achieved by relying solely on a few subordinates. Therefore, it is particularly important to get the support of these mercenaries before landing on the island.

A few days passed in peace, and during this period, Link's "bell group chat" started again. The Wild Horse shared with everyone the latest battle situation on the border. Under the analysis of the fox, it was unanimous that the conflict would not expand and would maintain the scale of battle friction at the border.

Bai Ge is still looking for clues about the group of alchemists, and there are no valuable clues yet.

As for Gray Rabbit, he kept urging Link to hurry up and traded, and had a strong interest in the drug that had the possibility of treating "emission".

Link has already made some preliminary plans for this and has stabilized her for the time being.

On this day, the fleet finally left the last supply port on the coast.

"It's still half the way, and the most exciting part of this voyage is coming." Captain Parker and Link were out of the tail deck and fishing together.

"Oh? How exciting is it?" Link's bones have started to itch in the past few days. Except for the one he fought with Vale at the beginning, he was considered to have moved his muscles and bones. In the next few days, he either went to bed or basked in the sun on the deck. He was so boring.

"We will be driving into the trade wind belt tomorrow, which may be a little bumpy at that time, but this is not the most terrible thing. Remember to eat less, and you will know then." Parker patted Link on the shoulder and kept him in a silence. Link just thought he was making a big fuss to scare himself.

Although it was already autumn, as the fleet continued to drive towards low latitudes, Link felt that the weather was getting hotter.

Soon Link felt the power of the wind belt in the captain's mouth.

The weather became weird and impermanent. The sky was clear the moment before, and the next second it poured heavily and poured out of the sky. The rain without clouds seemed extremely strange.

What's even more terrifying is the wind. Since entering the trade wind belt, only three of the five masts on the ship were used. The sails were blown like balls by the strong trade wind, dragging the giant ship forward quickly. In bad weather, the waves were no longer calm, and wave after wave, rushed towards the fleet that was moving forward in a rapid manner.

The strong wind encountered huge waves, and the poor people on the boat suffered. The violent shaking of the hull made the Vigian mercenaries who had never seen the power of the sea suffer, dizzy and vomited until they could not vomit.

Link was not feeling well. Although he had heard of the power of the trade wind belt, he used to "handle" small boats and small gates, and could only do some unsolicited business near the sea. He had never experienced the baptism of the storm of the ocean. He had a look of earth and could only rely on his physical fitness to stand firm.

‘This merchant ship is already big enough and still so bumpy. Those clutch frigates must not be slapped into the sky by waves?’

Link thought intimately that in fact, the crew of the frigate was tied to their respective posts, and they had to sail like this for about three days until they left the trade wind belt.

Three days later, the dizzy Link climbed the deck from the cabin with his hands and feet, and collapsed on the deck with his back to the sky and earth: "I am alive again if I can breathe fresh air."

The cabin under the deck closed the hatch to the deck since entering the trade wind belt. For three days, it was full of vomit and excrement.

Each cabin is equipped with a wooden barrel for excretion and vomiting.

But for people who are in severe seasickness, if they want to vomit and excrete in a dizzy and exhausted state, they have to maintain balance on violently bumpy and swaying ships. This is really too difficult for them to say, so things that they often have to say.

The witty Link chose to drink only clean water and survived these three days.

Link didn't want to stay any longer. He lay on the deck, tilting his head to look at the direction of the cabin door, and people kept crawling out of it. Soon the deck was covered with hunger. Tony, Jon, Varre and others also helped each other and crawled out.

The cabin door of the cockpit in the distance was also opened, and a shaking figure held the railing and struggled to support it. After observing for a while, he walked towards Link tilted.

It turned out to be Captain Parker. His thick panda circles, messy hair, stubborn eyes, and his dull eyes completely changed in just a few days.

Link, who had just adapted to the fresh air, suddenly smelled a stinking smell of shit and urine, and moved away from Captain Parker lying down quietly.

"Link."

Captain Parker, who was lying beside Link, shouted in anger.

"what?"

"I'll leave it to you on the boat first. Watch it and don't make any trouble."

"Where is your first mate and second mate?"

"My crew members couldn't hold it anymore. They didn't close their eyes for three days and fell asleep."

"What should I do if there is no one driving the boat?" Link wondered.

"Shut down, anchor, float for a day."

"Drift...drift for a day?" Link looked at Captain Parker who had already cried.

With a strong sense of responsibility, Link finally got up after sleeping on the deck for a long time. Looking at several frigates not far away that also lowered sails and anchored like ghost ships, he shook his head and shouted that he would prepare to get out of the cabin to find food.

As soon as he opened the cabin, the smell coming from his face almost smothered Link. He held his nose and breathed with his mouth. Link adapted for a while and rushed out of the cabin.

The cargo hold was under the crew cabin. Along the way, in addition to seeing two unlucky guys die because of vomit stuck in their throats, those who could climb were all on the deck, and those who could not climb were also slumped in their respective cabins, so their lives were worry-free.

When I arrived at the cargo hold, the iron door was locked without surprise.

After asking the crew members, I came to the sailor's long compartment not far from the cargo hold.

As a 'one above', the trusted sailor leader has always been responsible for the key management of the cargo hold.

"No, the cargo hold can only be opened when you arrive at the port of Miluo Island." The sailor refused in principle.

Link couldn't tell whether he was loyal to his duties or revenge on himself, but he was too lazy to tell.
Chapter completed!