Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

The people on duty also tried to help, but their efforts were somewhat lackluster in comparison.

"Good morning, everyone. This is the manager of the caravan."

Panasonic glared with his panda eyes and led a well-mannered middle-aged man in a suit over.

"Hello, welcome to join our team temporarily. This is a little gift, please enjoy it."

The steward waved his hand, and the two servants behind them brought over a large basket containing some bread, jam and fried eggs.

Although there are not many types, the quantity is large.

NO.380 Arrival in Saga

Veneto leaned over to take a look at what was inside the basket. In fact, at a time when supplies were scarce, having these was already pretty good.

Like Gwen herself, at least in the nearly one year in the deep sea camp, she rarely ate bread or anything like that, let alone jam.

Not to mention things like ovens, even the source of food is a big problem.

There was no wheat or any substitute that could be ground into powder and used to make bread.

She had only seen this kind of white bread made from refined flour twice since she came into this world, in a restaurant in Nagasaki Castle.

"Thank you, butler. Now tell me, what do you need?"

Veneto retracted his head and looked at the caravan manager standing aside.

There is no free lunch in the world. If the other party sends these things, there must be a need for them.

"No, no, I don't have any requests, it's just that it's rare to see Miss Kanmusu on land. You have made great contributions to us ordinary people by defending the deep sea at sea. I just provide a few slices of bread, which is not enough to repay your efforts."

The caravan manager rubbed his hands and answered respectfully.

"Besides, I was working in marine transport in my early years. Once I was attacked in the deep sea, and a ship girl saved me. But I still haven't found her, so I just put this gratitude on all the ship girls."

The manager touched the scar on his forehead, and it was obvious that the scar was left at that time.

"So there's such a story behind this... But thank you anyway."

Veneto glanced at Fukukai Yamato and thanked him seriously.

This manager is obviously a persecutor of the deep sea, but now he is providing high-quality food to the deep sea boss under unknown circumstances.

If the manager knew about this kind of ridiculous thing, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot.

So it’s better not to let the other party know. The uncle seems to be quite old and his temples are all white.

"Then enjoy yourselves, our caravan will leave in about an hour."

The steward nodded to Gwen and Deep Sea Yamato again before turning and leaving.

Polite but not distant from beginning to end.

Fukayama looked at Gwen until she nodded, then he pounced on the basket.

"What did he mean by nodding just now?"

Fukamiya Yamato chewed some bread with jam on it and asked Veneto curiously.

"That's a nod of greeting."

Veneto picked up his fork, stabbed a piece of fried egg, and put it in his mouth.

"So this is how you nod. I always thought there were other gestures involved."

Fukamiya was stunned for a moment, then swallowed the bread in his mouth, held his chin and recalled, then said.

"Again, it depends on the usage scenario."

Veneto sighed. She did notice that under her image, Deep Sea Yamato seemed to be calmer and his usual violent temper seemed to have decreased a lot.

With each question, the guy seemed to become more human.

But she also remembered what happened last night, in which more than 70 people were killed in just a few dozen minutes.

This made her feel that Deep Sea Yamato was still the same Deep Sea Yamato.

"Scene...Scene."

Fukayama muttered again, lost in thought.

Of course, the speed at which she ate did not slow down.

"By the way, why do they give us food?"

After Fukayama had eaten almost everything, he wiped his mouth and asked Veneto.

"Didn't you hear him just now?"

Veneto was stunned for a moment and asked Deep Sea Yamato.

"Oh, sorry, I was looking at the bread."

Fukayama Yamato said confidently.

"It's for the Ship Girl to eat."

Veneto sighed and raised his hand.

"Wait, leave some for him."

She grabbed Fukamiya's hand and pointed at the middle-aged man next to her who was looking at them eagerly.

"We'll need him anyway. I'll treat you to a feast when we get to Saga."

Veneto saw that Fukayama was unwilling to give up, so he made a promise.

This made Fukakai Yamato let go of his hand.

"Thank you."

The middle-aged man held the bread, said thank you, and then started to eat it.

After tossing and turning all night and becoming a sick person, his body had already sent out hunger signals.

But what could he do if the food was in the hands of the crazy ship girl who killed so many people in the blink of an eye last night? He just dared to watch and didn't even dare to say a word.

"Ugh."

Veneto looked at the middle-aged man who was eating voraciously and found that he seemed to have become a strange person.

About an hour later, the caravan's servants and guards packed up all the camping supplies, and the group continued on their journey in a mighty manner.

With more than a hundred people and more than twenty horse-drawn carriages, it can indeed be described as a grand and majestic force.

Perhaps because there were so many people, the atmosphere was indeed much calmer and more peaceful.

Apart from discovering two checkpoints that should have been used for highway robbery but were not manned by thieves at all, there was nothing else unusual along the way.

At those two checkpoints, there was not even a campfire that was extinguished, which showed that people were evacuating in a hurry. It was estimated that they evacuated in a hurry after seeing such a large group of people.

Nowadays, if you can't defeat others in terms of quality, the only way is to win in terms of quantity.

After the caravan manager saw the injured middle-aged man, he dispatched a carriage specifically for the middle-aged man to ride in.

Of course, the two ship girls in his eyes were also sent onto the carriage by him.

"This is so annoying, I might as well just walk away."

Fukayama muttered as he sat next to Veneto.

"Then you just walk."

Isn't this a typical case of taking advantage of others? Veneto rolled his eyes.

"I have to stay close to you. Who knows if there are any bad guys."

Fukayama shook his head and leaned against Veneto instead, rooting his butt.

The geographical locations of Saga Castle and Nagasaki Castle are completely different.

The entire Saga Castle is located in a basin washed out by the river's estuary.

The soil here is fertile, resources are abundant, and because it is on the coast of an inland sea, there are not many deep seas.

The main development location of the deep sea is the same as its name, deep in the ocean, far away from the land.

In such a proper inland sea, it is often the small deep-sea waves that harass ordinary people.

Advanced deep sea operators all know that such places are easy to be surrounded by ship girls, so they generally don't rush here.

This allowed Saga to develop much better than Nagasaki.

From a distant hill, Veneto could see the outline of a huge city.

Unlike Nagasaki, Saga did not move the entire city more than ten kilometers inland in order to defend against the deep sea.

It is built entirely by the sea.

Of course, there are many coastal defense guns on the coast and docks.

The scattered low-level deep sea vessels that come here and encounter these huge coastal defense guns will only end up having their armor penetrated and sinking.

"so big!"

Fukayama Yamato sighed beside Veneto.

"If we had charged in directly from the sea, as we are doing now, you would have been in the midst of the shells."

Veneto reminded a certain Deep Sea Dean who was getting excited to look at the cannons.

“So I listen to you very much…”

Fukayama Yamato shrank her neck. Those cannons were quite powerful, and she was not sure how many she could withstand.

Although humans did not completely counterattack the deep sea, they persisted. In addition to the reason of the ship girls, there were also really powerful coastal defense artillery, which was a size that was difficult for mobile ships to reach.

NO.381 Guess

"Everyone stop."

Following a roar from the guard leader Matsushita, the entire caravan stopped.

They had to tidy themselves up and clean themselves up before entering the city, so as not to be despised by others for being dirty.

They are a caravan and they want to do business with others. They can't stand being looked down upon.

Veneto remembered that the caravan sold seasonings.

While they stopped to reorganize the team, Veneto came over.

"Manager, I heard that your caravan has some seasonings, can you sell me some?"

Veneto found the steward who was directing the servants to count the amount of supplies.

"My name is Ono Jiro. Miss Kanmusu, this way please."

Ohno extended his hand to lead the way and then walked ahead.

He was not very keen on giving his name, and repaying the ship girl was a selfless act, and he did not expect anything in return.

However, seeing that Veneto had something to ask him and it would be difficult to communicate without his name, he gave his name.

"So, Manager Ohno has a brother?"

Generally, if a name contains the character "一", there will be a character "二", for example, if there is a character "一郎", there will be a character "二郎".

Unless the parents don't plan to have any more children, they might name the child Jiro.

"Yes, I have an older brother, but he died in the deep sea a few years ago. It was the one that left me with the scar."

Ohno shook his head: "If he were still here, he would be the one leading the caravan now... and he has a younger brother who is in Saga Castle."

From his words, we can tell that the caravan with the largest number of people in this mixed caravan should be the family inheritance caravan, and it belongs to the Oono family.

Generally, a mixed caravan is managed by the caravan manager with the largest number of people, who temporarily takes charge of the entire team.

"Sorry, I do not know."

Veneto quickly apologized.

"It doesn't matter. After so long, I've let it go a long time ago."

Ohno shook his head and stopped in front of a carriage.