Chapter 10 .，！

January 10th (three years later), I heard someone complaining that the road surface in the port was really terrible. It was indeed the case. Once it rained, walking on it would easily get you splashed with mud if you weren't careful. My beloved embroidered velvet trousers were ruined just like that. Uncle Cartley seems to be rarely handling these matters now. Has he forgotten that Tortuga Port is the foundation of the family?"

"February 6th, Uncle Cartley is said to have returned from a business trip. He was gone for a whole year and a half. It seems that his trip was not smooth, and his face was very ugly. Less than half of the sailors who went out with him returned. There is no doubt that his efforts were in vain, and this unlucky thing can only be described as losing everything." "July 3rd, the family is in deficit, yes, the family has a huge deficit! Uncle Cartley not only does not manage the port, but is also squandering the wealth that the family has worked so hard to leave behind! Look at what he is doing? Last month alone, he consumed five kilograms of gold, as well as three thousand pounds of Indonesian resin on the purchase order, as well as the so-called Ghost Hun of Solomon, mysterious springs of [China], long city bricks, ten gallons of lion blood! He must be crazy. I can't sit idly by and watch this situation happen!"

"November 6th, I have already bought off fourteen subordinates. They are all villains who have killed people, discharged soldiers, and fierce bandits. I have armed them to the teeth. Such combat power is enough to stop Uncle Cartley and make him hand over power. I don't want my children to be a bunch of paupers." "November 8th: God!! What did I see? Momoer, that monster from the family legend, is actually being ridden by Uncle Cartley. Lou knows, I know, why Uncle Schnack's father-in-law suddenly died. The death of that healthy old fellow is exactly the same as the death of the people I hired!!" "…………………”

Fang Senyan closed the diary after reading this. No wonder Lord Fogg Jr. insisted on getting this diary. It turned out that there was another member of the Fogg family outside, who successfully stole the wealth and title of another family, and used some improper means to be in a high position. Because Fogg Jr. himself should have lost the ability to have children, he pinned all his hopes on that Schnack.

Obviously, taking this notebook to find Mr. Schnack, who currently controls the Edward family, would undoubtedly yield a very generous reward if he was willing to risk being silenced. In this way, the reward is indeed proportional to the risk of being hunted down by Lord Fogg Jr.

At this moment, the water began to shake. Fang Senyan flicked his tongue and quickly pressed the straw under his tongue. The pirates who came to chase him were searching over, so it was better to be careful. However, it would be difficult for these rough and burly pirates to search carefully and discover the abnormality of the sand on the seabed in the darkness.

For these pirates, as long as they sensed that the location of the gold coins had not moved, they could search slowly and leisurely. If it really didn't work, they would wait until dawn to call more people to help, and they would always find it.

Fang Senyan felt that the pirates had left, so he slightly exposed his head above the water to listen to the movement. He heard Strongke impatiently shouting: "That damn thief must be too scared, threw our gold coins away and ran away. This kind of thing has happened before. Damn guy, if I catch him, I will fill his stomach with black bread!"

The curse these pirates suffer is that their desires are not satisfied, so their methods of punishing people are also strange and perverted. The other pirates saw that the leader, Strongke, was slacking off, so they were naturally unwilling to contribute, and they muttered in their mouths and sat lazily on the reef.

Fang Senyan appreciated this behavior very much. He continued to shrink back underwater, and then took out the triangular piece of paper opened from the keys dropped by Lord Fogg Jr., and found that this thing was actually a nameplate. For example, at an exhibition, such a nameplate would be affixed to the window of the exhibit to explain the origin, characteristics, and materials of the exhibit.

The nameplate read: In the summer of 1563, the great goddess of luck descended on the Nvara "Burning Flint" Arsenal. In just two months, five high-quality weapons appeared one after another. They all played a very important role in the subsequent wars.

The trigger-fired flintlock gun displayed here is one of them. Its name is Repentance.

In those days, Duke Philip of Anjou of France led his army to invade Spain. At a critical moment in the war, a warrior named Paulino's lover was killed. He organized a rebel army to resist the French. Finally, in a surprise attack, Paulino broke into Duke Philip of Anjou's presence, pointed this gun at this distinguished figure, made him repent of the crimes he had committed, and then pulled the trigger.

This murder weapon that killed the Duke, who possessed the direct bloodline of the King of France, has had its own name ever since! Repentance! It even surpassed another famous gun produced by the Nvara "Burning Flint" Arsenal, "Ambition," because of its reputation!

Exhibitor: Earl Carson bo Erpang, British Royal Museum, thanks to the Earl for his support of this military exposition.

Looking at this nameplate, Fang Senyan's pupils also contracted. The words on this nameplate are undoubtedly hinting at the whereabouts of another weapon that is even more powerful than Ambition!

Fang Senyan had also seen this weapon in the hands of Lord Fogg Jr. ten years ago. It had the same specifications as Ambition, but it had a awe-inspiring and majestic aura. It was like a dignified and upright army pressing down, saying it would beat you to death, just like a court verdict, a legal judgment to execute you publicly. Under the power of that kind of power, the only thing you can do is to repent!

As for how this weapon ended up in the hands of that Earl Carson bo Erpang, Fang Senyan could also roughly imagine it. It was nothing more than that the two-five-boy Schnack of the Fogg family wanted to climb up. He heard that this Earl liked weapons, so he took it from Lord Fogg Jr. as a gift to gain relevant support.

Now that Fang Senyan knew the whereabouts of this weapon, he would of course have to pay a visit to the dear Earl Carson bo Erpang at the appropriate time in the future. Wouldn't it be a waste of resources for this gentleman to use such a powerful gun to collect in a cabinet? It would be better to let it play a greater role for himself.

Next, Fang Senyan became even more curious. He had long known that after being infected with the curse, there would be a very clear prompt: "During the duration of this curse, you will not be able to obtain any general points or potential points for completing any tasks. Any plot characters you kill will only drop the relevant plot props and task props that they are bound to drop, and will not drop equipment, general points, scrolls, etc."

In other words, this nameplate should also be a task item that is bound to drop, but it should have been triggered because he was carrying Ambition, and it has nothing to do with the Dead Sea Scroll.

Then, the remaining small booklet bound with parchment is the carrier of important information that undertakes this extremely dangerous task line of the Dead Sea Scroll! At the thought of this, Fang Senyan, who had always been calm, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It wasn't that he was so unsteady. It was because Fang Senyan suddenly thought again that the Dead Sea Scroll had said earlier that the things that could be obtained might not be proportional to the risks taken. If he opened this booklet and a qq smiley face was printed inside with a whoosh, Fang Senyan would really vomit a mouthful of blood.

With a sense of determination to die, Fang Senyan opened this booklet... Fortunately, it wasn't a qq smiley face. On the first page, there were a lot of numbers written in dense writing. The colors of the numbers were new and old, and they were not regular. Obviously, they were not written at the same time.

Fang Senyan was originally an old bird who had been on ships for a long time. After carefully identifying them, he knew that all the things written in this booklet were longitudes and latitudes. However, the longitudes and latitudes written by the British at that time were somewhat different from what Fang Senyan knew. This was mainly because the technology at that time was very backward. Now, the diameter of the earth can be measured accurately to the millimeter, and it was quite good to be able to measure it accurately to the meter at that time.

If there were only one or two sets of longitude and latitude coordinates, Fang Senyan could make a rough geographical judgment, but if there were dozens of sets of coordinates as densely packed as this, then he would have to carefully research them. These numbers mostly represent a route. In this world, the dangers are not only the sea, wind and waves, and the scarcity of food and fresh water, but also all kinds of legendary creatures and strange events.

Next, Fang Senyan continued to flip backwards, and gradually discovered that this booklet should be a sailing manual, which recorded a fragmented story of the pioneer of the Fogg family: Bernard Fogg.

As everyone knows, Bernard Fogg was originally a sea pirate who plundered hundreds of merchant ships. When he was fifty years old, he washed his hands and offered gold to the Queen. The dignified Queen of England had to covet the wealth he offered, and whitewashed him regardless of public opinion, and even knighted him.

The legend of Bernard Fogg's life and the greed for wealth can be seen. If his life story were written into a book, not to mention the monthly ticket list, the number of words alone would be at least in the top 50 of the Qidian word count list.

And Fang Senyan slowly looked through this booklet, and only then discovered that the time of this booklet's record was actually when Bernard Fogg was still a sailor on a merchant ship and not a pirate! Such a long time ago, it gradually showed an extremely strange, bloody, and amazing picture in front of Fang Senyan!!!!