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Volume 1 Sailing Chapter 46 Dream

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    In the kitchen, a tantalizing aroma wafted out, stimulating the greed in people's stomachs.  Wearing an apron, An Rui stood in front of the stew pot with his hands behind his back, smelling the aroma wafting from it.  The stew in this stew pot is dream fish, and it was made by An Rui himself without anyone's help.  Although An Rui is not a great chef, he is still a man who has been in the kitchen. He can cook home-cooked dishes. Stewing a pot of fish soup is definitely a piece of cake.  "The heat is almost done." An Rui took out his silver pocket watch, checked the time, and lifted the lid of the pot.  A large ball of water vapor wrapped in a rich aroma rushed out and filled the entire kitchen.  Several people, including a chef, stood at the door, smelling the aroma wafting out, with greedy expressions on their faces, just like cats that smelled fish.  These people came here after hearing the news. They heard that An Rui stewed the dream fish with rare ingredients here, and came over to watch out of curiosity. Although they were not lucky enough to eat the fish, it was good to smell the fragrance.  A dream fish is worth more than a dozen gold coins, and the aroma of the fish soup is probably worth a few copper coins.  An Rui took a spoon, scooped out a spoonful of well-stewed fish soup, blew a few breaths on the surface of the soup, and took a small sip.  When the fish soup enters the mouth, the aroma stimulates the taste buds, bringing an unprecedented sense of taste satisfaction, and the entire digestive system seems to laugh.  Fishing with your own hands, stewing fish with your own hands, and eating fish with your own hands is one of the great pleasures in life.  "It tastes good." An Rui smacked his lips happily. It was indeed a fish worth more than a dozen gold coins, and it did not disappoint his tongue.  He scooped out the stewed fish and put them into two large bowls.  Without the fish, all that¡¯s left is fish soup.  ¡°I¡¯ll leave the rest of the fish soup for you guys to drink. It¡¯s my treat.¡± An Rui turned to look at the strangers standing at the door and said with a smile.  The meat of Dream Fish has the magical effect of making people have sweet dreams. No one knows whether the fish soup will have this effect.  With such a large pot of fish soup, Anrui and Shafei will definitely not be able to finish it, and he doesn¡¯t mind using it as a favor.  Giving roses to others leaves a lingering fragrance in your hands. Sometimes, sharing can also bring happiness to others.  Those people could hardly believe their ears. They never expected that An Rui would be so generous and would give them fish soup to drink.  In their opinion, this pot of fish soup is worth at least a few silver coins. If they can fish out a few meat scraps from it, they will get a big deal.  An Rui left the kitchen with two bowls of fish soup. As soon as his people left, the remaining people immediately started a battle for the fish soup. You scoop a bowl and I fill a basin, for fear of falling behind others.  "Come, have a taste." An Rui returned to the room and placed the fish soup in front of Shafi.  Sophie picked up the spoon, first took a sip of the soup and tasted the taste, then used the knife and fork together to officially taste the fish.  When the fish entered her mouth, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face, and she exclaimed: "It's so delicious!" "Just eat it all if it's delicious." There was a hint of pride in Anrui's smile. The reason why this pot of fish soup is so delicious  It tastes good, at least half of it is due to his cooking skills.  The two of them ate up the fish meat and fish soup in a hurry, and ate them thoroughly, each burping several times.  After eating the dream fish, it¡¯s time to have a good sleep. After all, only when you sleep can you have sweet dreams.  An Rui returned to his room and lay on the bed early, waiting for sleep to fall.  Late at night, he finally fell into a deep sleep and fell into sleep.  Tonight¡¯s dream was extremely clear, as if it were an immersive reality.  What he dreamed about was not about being rich and powerful, about sitting on beautiful women, not about being crowned a king, but about commanding an entire fleet to ride the wind and waves on the sea!  This is the dream he wants to have, this is the deepest desire in his heart.  After eating the dream fish, the desire in the heart will be transformed into a dream, allowing people to experience the feeling of realizing their dreams.  Having a powerful fleet and becoming the overlord of the Seven Seas is An Rui¡¯s dream.  In fact, he is already on the road to realizing his dream.  For him, this is both a dream and a vision of the future, which feels a bit half-true.  This dream is not bad, at least for An Rui.  Early the next morning, Anrui found Shafei and chatted with her about the dreams they had had.  He first told about the dream he had had, and then asked about Sophie's dream.  "I dreamed that I regained my memory and went to sea with you on a ship. I was the first mate and you were the captain." Sophie smiled and told her dream last night.     MutuallyIn comparison, Sophie's dream seems simpler, but not so easy to realize.  Memory is like fog, elusive and difficult to recover.  "Is memory that important to you?" An Rui asked tentatively.  "Well, it's very important. Without the memory of the past, I always feel empty in my head." Sophie nodded.  "But have you ever thought about it, life is bitter, spicy, sweet, and full of everything. There are not only good memories in the memory, but also some bad memories. Losing memory means that life has become blank, and having a  A new beginning, this is not a bad thing." An Rui sincerely does not want Shafi to regain her previous memories. He likes the current Shafei very much, so the former female pirate should just go with the wind.  "Maybe." Sophie smiled bitterly. It seemed that she did not change her attitude because of An Rui's words, and was still obsessed with those lost memories. ?¡­ ?On the street, people are coming and going.  Berego came to the door of the Fair Name Consignment House, raised his head, and looked at the door plaque above his head.  On the door plaque, there is a relief pattern of a copper-plated balance, which maintains absolute balance.  Under the scale is the name of the consignment shop, which is plated with brass and sparkles with metallic luster.  This consignment house has a large storefront, and because of this, Berego brought the fur of the Mist Weasel King here for consignment.  The fur of the Mist Weasel King has been put here for many days, but there has been no news. I don¡¯t know whether it was not sold or the consignment house forgot to send a letter to the consignor Berego.  Berego came here today precisely to inquire about this matter.  He walked into the store, glanced around, and found a clerk greeting several gorgeously dressed customers, and another clerk sitting behind the counter, engrossed in writing something.  He walked to the counter, reached out and tapped the table a few times, and asked, "I want to know if the things I put here for consignment have been sold." "Okay, sir." The clerk put down the quill in his hand and raised his hand.  He raised his head and said, "Please show me your receipt." Berego reached into his arms, took out a piece of paper filled with text, and placed it on the table.  This piece of paper is the document, signed by the names of both parties to the transaction in the lower right corner.  The clerk picked up the receipt, glanced up and down, and suddenly said: "So you are the consignor of the fur of the Mist Weasel King. That is a rare thing, rarely seen on the market." "Yes, I think so.  I know how the fur is selling." Berego said.  "Well you'd better talk to our boss. He has told you before that if you come to ask, he will go directly to see him and he will explain to you." "Explanation?" Berego frowned slightly.  He frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, "What kind of explanation?" "It's the same, you go talk to our boss." The clerk exited the counter and made a gesture of invitation toward the back door of the consignment house, "  He's upstairs." Berego had no other choice but to follow the clerk and go with him to see the so-called boss.  The two passed through the back door, climbed a ladder, and after several twists and turns, reached the upper floor.  All the doors upstairs were locked, except for the faint sound of chatter and laughter coming from behind one door.  The clerk walked to the door, stood firm, and knocked on the door.  "Come in." The chatter and laughter behind the door suddenly stopped, and then a somewhat arrogant man's voice came out.  The clerk opened the door and Berego walked in. He glanced around the room and found that there were two people in the room.  One of them is a fat man, covered in jewels, wearing a gorgeous red silk dress. There is a faint smile on his almost round face, and his round eyes are moving around, giving people a shrewd look.  feeling.  Opposite the fat man, there is another man sitting. This man has a heroic brow and a very cold expression. He is tall and strong, giving people a feeling that he is not easy to mess with.  His clothes were very simple, without any jewelry as decoration, which was completely different from the fat man opposite who was wearing jewelry.  By the side of the stern man, there is a sword of good quality. The scabbard is made of metal, with a light blue light flowing on it.  For some unknown reason, there would occasionally be strange crackling sounds in the scabbard, as if there was something hidden inside.  In addition to these two strange men, Berego also noticed something.  The fur of the Mist Weasel King that he put on consignment was also in this room, washed clean and hung on the wall.  On both sides of the fur, there are other valuable items, such as oil paintings, jewelry, etc.  "This is Mr. Berego, the consignor of the King Mist Weasel fur. He came to ask about the fur." ??The clerk walked up to the fat manIn front of the man, he respectfully made an introduction, then turned back to Berego, "Sir, this is our boss, Mr. Berent." Berego nodded slightly and looked at Berego, but did not  When he opened his mouth to speak, the clerk had explained his purpose before.  Berrent's smile remained unchanged, he looked the elf archer up and down, and praised: "The elves are really a beautiful race. No matter how many times they see it, they will still make people sigh. No wonder the price of elf slaves has always been high.  ." Upon hearing the word slave, Berego's brows immediately wrinkled, and displeasure appeared on his face.  With the advancement of the navigation industry, people's footsteps extended to some new continents they had never seen before, and they came into contact with the native inhabitants of the continent.  In the beginning, most of this contact was friendly. The voyagers would give some gifts to the native residents, and the native residents would also warmly entertain these uninvited guests.  But as time went by, this contact gradually changed, from friendly to hostile.  Some greedy voyagers took a fancy to the wealth of the New World, wielded their swords against the native residents, and plundered the wealth on the ships.  Later, the voyagers not only plundered wealth, but also captured living people, brought the native residents of the New World back to their countries, and sold them as slaves.  After most of the slaves were bought, they became hard laborers, and a small number of female slaves became playthings of the rich and even prostitutes.  Since the elves have a beauty that far exceeds that of other races, and almost everyone is handsome and beautiful, the slaves of the elves have always been a hot commodity, and the price is quite high.  For the elves who have a beautiful life, there is nothing worse than becoming a slave.  Therefore, Berego hates hearing the word slave.  Seeing Berego's silence, Berrent smiled and got to the point: "I took a fancy to the fur of the Mist Weasel King you brought. This kind of fur is very rare. If it is made,  The clothes will definitely look good." "I don't care who sees this fur, or who buys it, I just want the nine gold coins that belong to me." Berego said calmly.  "Of course, if you bring something to me to sell, of course I have to pay you gold coins." The smile on Berrent's fat face became thicker, and there was a hint of mystery.  He stretched out his hand, dug into his pocket a few times, took out three gold coins, and slapped them on the table.  Berego glanced at the three gold coins on the table and began to wait for Berrent to take out the remaining six gold coins.  But Berrent did not do this. Instead, he folded his hands on his chest and leaned back on the chair leisurely.  "Take your gold coins and let's go." Berrent smiled.
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