Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

"This is the carriage for transporting condiments. In fact, there are not many varieties of condiments, and the largest amount is salt."

The carriage was covered with waterproof canvas. After Ohno lifted a corner, a clay jar was revealed inside with the word "salt" printed on the wall.

"Isn't Saga Castle also on the beach? Sorry, this is my first time here."

Veneto pointed to the huge Saga Castle in the distance.

"Although Saga Castle is also on the seaside, it is an inland sea with poor water quality. The salt from drying has a strong odor, and even if it is processed, it will still affect the taste."

Ohno drew a circle in the air with his arm: "Only the poorest people eat the salt produced in Saga Castle... that salt is usually used as industrial salt."

"I see. Give me some. My companions and I used up a lot of seasonings while surviving in the wild some time ago, so give me some of what you have."

When Veneto thought about what happened to his brother, he thought it would be a comfort to compensate him a little with the supplies from the deep sea.

"I traded resources, and we fought off many deep seas."

Veneto took out 50 units of steel and placed them on the ground, making a 'Duang' sound.

"50 units of steel?"

Manager Ohno glanced at the supplies on the ground.

As he has been doing business for many years, he doesn't even need to weigh things. After identifying the types with his eyes, he can basically guess the unit quantity of the materials by looking at the size of the pile.

"45, and the remaining 5 will be used as the rent for your carriage."

Veneto shook his head.

"That's...ok."

Ohno wanted to refuse, but seeing the determination in Veneto's eyes, he had to accept the supplies.

However, Ohno still packed enough seasonings for Veneto according to the daily usage of seasonings, using the currency equivalent of '50 units of steel' as the material amount.

After so many years in business, although he couldn't tell where Veneto came from, he could tell that this ship girl didn't know the price of condiments.

How much condiments he grabs is his own business.

"Butler, we've sorted it out."

Matsushita ran over, stood at attention and reported to Ohno.

"Okay, let's set off."

Ohno nodded, then looked at Veneto.

"Let's go too."

Veneto put away the last packet of seasoning and said to Ohno.

The caravan, Veneto, and Shenhai Yamato, who was carrying the middle-aged man with a broken leg, set off together and headed towards their destination, Saga Castle.

Although Saga Castle was built on the coast of the inland sea, it still could not completely avoid attacks and invasions from the deep sea.

So it has tall city walls like Nagasaki Castle.

Of course, compared to the densely packed bullet holes on the walls of Nagasaki Castle, there are far fewer bullet holes on the walls of Saga Castle, and the diameter of the bullet holes is also several times smaller.

This fully demonstrates the deep sea attack on the city, its small scale and small tonnage.

As usual, there were guards blocking the entrance to the huge steel gate.

When the city was first built, their duty was to detect the existence of deep-sea creatures from the crowd - at that time people believed that the low-level deep-sea creatures that looked like human girls were all beings with human intelligence.

The second is to guard the city’s public security and prevent criminals from entering the city among the crowd.

But after humans thought they understood the habits of the deep sea, these once primary duties of guarding gradually took a backseat.

The focus has changed from investigating the existence of deep sea to investigating the existence of illegal elements.

Veneto and his caravan certainly did not hide any criminal elements among humans. In fact, the entire caravan was basically exempt from inspection.

These caravan managers, their servants and guards are together all year round. Some of them are even very familiar with the city guards and have a good relationship with them.

Veneto saw that Butler Ohno was holding a city guard in military uniform and they were talking about something.

However, when the guard showed his face, Veneto finally understood why the guards let the caravan enter the city so easily.

The chief of the guards of the emotional management city guard is Saburo of the Oono family.

"Well, thank you for your help, Steward Ohno, we'll be leaving now."

Veneto pulled Deep Sea Yamato and said hello to Ono after entering the city.

"I understand, I understand. Welcome to visit us next time, Miss KanColle. Goodbye."

Ohno thought Veneto was going to report to the local tutelary fort, so he smiled and waved goodbye.

"Okay, now, show me the way. I've kept you well fed and well fed for so long, so don't let me down."

After turning into a small alley, Veneto turned around and stared at the uncle that Fukuyama was holding in his hand.

"He's at Musk's Tavern, we're going to Musk's Tavern."

The middle-aged man, who felt frightened when he saw Veneto staring at him, quickly pointed in a direction, which was deeper in the alley.

"Are you sure you're not pointing blindly?"

Veneto raised his eyebrows. She had obviously just found an alley with few people and came in, just preparing to ask a simple question.

"I...I thought you already knew..."

The middle-aged man's face turned green.

Just now, Veneto dragged Shenhai Yamato into this alley, and he almost wet his pants. He thought he would be killed in the next second if he was useless.

Moreover, his brain was working at high speed, but he couldn't figure out how these two ship girls knew this road.

It seems like the other party is just guessing.

NO.382 One hundred dollars is still affordable

This is the filthiest tavern in Saga.

This dirty is dirty in the literal sense.

Because the floor has not been cleaned for many years, the original color of the wooden floor can only be seen in the middle of the aisle where people often walk. The other corners are all covered with black grease.

If you don't look carefully, you might even think that the ground was originally made of obsidian, and the ground in the middle was caused by wear and tear.

This kind of pub has a food program, but the diners who come here are obviously not picky people.

A lot of bone fragments and food residues fell in the corners of the ground.

Occasionally, a few cockroaches that are not afraid of people rush out and drag away the food residues that have just fallen.

As for rats? Even rats don't want to come here.

The air was of course bad.

The sour smell of food residues fermented by fungi that had not been cleaned up for a long time, mixed with the body odor of many sailors and the smell of salted fish, the rats probably didn't come because of this smell.

The dirty tables and chairs were covered with scars, and some of the tables were even shaking.

However, you rarely see wobbly chairs, because compared to heavy and bulky tables, chairs are easier to pick up during a fight.

It was not the most crowded early evening, and there were only a few tables of diners sitting in the pub, who came to fill their stomachs.

"Bang!"

The door of the pub was pushed open.

But maybe because it had been in disrepair for a long time or it had just been involved in a fight the night before, it fell down without any respect.

It crashed right into the tavern.

Along with the wooden door, fresh sea breeze and plenty of sunshine come in.

Several diners at a table near the door frowned, obviously not used to the light.

But they said nothing, nor did they vent their anger.

Only a sailor who drinks too much at night will be like a powder keg that can be ignited at any time.

The hungover sailor had a severe headache in the morning, and even if he was annoyed, he had no energy to bother.

"Be gentle, what if you hit someone?"

However, the crisp voice of the girl made the frowning diners' expressions freeze for a moment, and then they all put down the food in their hands, got up and left.

As soon as Veneto entered the tavern, he was almost suffocated by the smell inside.

My eyes couldn't see clearly because of the darkness.

Then, just when she was overwhelmed, she felt a few people coming towards her.

She quickly pulled Fukamiya Yamato aside.

The few guys who squeezed past her and walked out the door brought her another wave of stinky smell.

"Good fellow, don't you take a shower?"

It’s okay for KanColle and Shenkai not to take a bath, they both have the ability to clean themselves.

This man who fishes at sea doesn't take a shower, so you can imagine the smell.

After looking at the sailors who were leaving, Veneto turned his head back.

She wouldn't waste her time on unimportant people.

As for those who left, the middle-aged man in Shenhai Yamato's hand didn't react at all. It was obvious that they were not the people they were looking for.

After one table of people left, there were still a few tables of people left in the pub.

Although this place is dirty, smelly and the environment is bad, it is actually quite large in scale.

There are more than ten round tables that can seat six people, which can accommodate more than sixty people.

Of course, most of the time there are only a few people at a table.

Those who can come here are either the scum of the bottom of society or not good people.

These people usually sit at the same table with people they know, and there won't be the situation where people get to know each other through drinking as in ordinary bars.

There are even many solo travelers who occupy a table by themselves.

"Tell me, which one is it?"

Veneto looked around at the people in the tavern.

Those people either stopped all their movements or just stared at her.

Or just continue doing your own thing and not care about them at all.

She thought she would see something like in the movies, where the whole pub suddenly became quiet and everyone looked at her, but that didn't happen.

The world won't stop turning without her, so why should others stop moving just because of her?

That's too unscientific.

So she just behaved as if she were in a normal pub.

"No, I didn't."

The middle-aged man also looked at the people in the tavern, but did not see the figure in his mind.

Actually, it’s normal. No one can stipulate that people must wait for them here.

"Then wait and see. Belfast, please put the door back in place."

Veneto pointed to the door panel lying quietly on the ground.

"Oh, I don't know how to do this."

Fukamiya looked at the door panel on the ground, then at the empty door frame, threw the middle-aged uncle on a chair at the dining table next to him, and spread his hands free.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Veneto sighed.

Although there is a door on the body of Deep Sea Yamato, it is obvious that this guy would not bother to figure out how to install the door.

Otherwise, the simple buildings she built on their island would have been installed by Fukukai Yamato himself.

Veneto looked down at the lotus leaf on the door frame and found that it was completely scrapped.