Chapter 1739 Decision

Gert's answer is very straightforward.

Looking at the current situation, Gert obviously chose to surrender.

This caused Bol to fall into a brief silence, or rather not know what to say.

From the standpoint of his brother, of course he is happy that Gert is alive, but from the standpoint of the ethnic group, the situation of their shark family is inherently delicate, and this matter of Gert makes their situation even more difficult. Oops, so he was in a complicated mood.

And just when he was so entangled, Gert turned his head and dug out two barrels of wine and a few cans from his lounge.

The size of the wine barrel is already specially made, but in his hand, it still looks like a beer mug.

"Want something to drink?"

While speaking, Gert threw one of the barrels of wine directly to Bol.

Although Bol was not hungry on the way, it would definitely not be too good to run around. This can be seen from his current appearance, and he feels that he has lost a bit of weight.

Boll, who subconsciously caught the barrel of wine, saw Gert's finger flicking, like opening a beer can, opened the barrel of wine, and then mixed it with seawater and poured it into his mouth.

As the youngest son of the shark patriarch, Bol certainly didn't even drink a barrel of wine, but Gert's actions at this time, even in his opinion, were a bit extravagant.

After all, when drinking in the sea, a lot of wine will flow directly into the sea, which is too wasteful. At the same time, when his eyes swept over the wine and cans, a bit of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

"You seem to be having a good time here?"

"At least there is no shortage of food and drink."

While speaking, Gert opened the cans and handed them to Bol.

"Eat some, I see you haven't eaten well along the way."

When you open a can in the sea, some of the juice in it will inevitably mix into the surrounding sea water, but the murlocs obviously don't mind this.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Bol was also aroused by a lot of appetite, and he was not polite. He directly poured the two cans into his mouth, and then chewed.

Although it is a specially made canned food, this head is still too small for a shark man, which is also impossible.

But you can't deny that compared to the monotonous food of their murlocs, human food is really delicious.

After eating several cans in a row, Bol wiped the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes fell on Gert again.

At this time, Gert was also looking at him.

At the moment when the eyes of the two met, I only heard Gert speak slowly...

"So, what is the purpose of your visit this time?"

Hearing this, Bohr's expression froze slightly, and he finally explained all the situation on his side.

After listening to this, Gert's eyes clearly flashed with guilt.

"Sorry, it's me who implicated the clan."

"Okay, it's not all your problem. The whale people have always been afraid of our shark people and suppress us. It's not a matter of a day or two."

Speaking of this, Bol couldn't help but poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and then pressed his fingers on the mouth of the wine barrel to prevent the wine from continuing to flow out of the barrel, and at the same time opened his mouth again...

"Even if there is no such thing as this time, don't the whale people let us shark people rush ahead every time they fight?"

Speaking of this matter, Bol couldn't help but feel even more annoyed.

The same goes for Gert, who is sitting across from him.

On the one hand, his own betrayal was naturally threatened because of his own life, but on the other hand, was it not because of Pompeii Rand's suppression?

"So, the patriarch wants you to take me back, or?"

"My father asked me to come and check the situation."

Bol is not a fool, nor is Gert. From this "confirmation situation", both of them can feel that Flanders is preparing a way for the Sharks.

Thinking of this, Gert, who seemed to have made up his mind, simply spoke directly...

"Pol, I mean it, just bring all the clansmen with me!"

Bol, who heard this, was obviously shocked.

Although on the way, or even just now, such a thought flashed in his mind, it was limited to that. Even he never thought that Gert would say this out of hand.

Looking at the startled Pol, Gert became more calm, and then he just continued to say...

"Your Majesty the emperor on this side, there is no deep-sea troop in the true sense. Once our shark people come over, they will definitely be reused. At the same time, there is nothing uncomfortable. Life is better than following Pompeii Rand. it is good!"

Gert's remarks made Bol's face obviously a little gloomy.

Because this matter is not something he can decide at all.

Between thoughts flying, I only heard Boll speak quickly...

"This matter can only be decided by my father. You tell me first, who are you following now? If you want to take these murlocs back with me, would you like to go back?"

In the face of Bohr's continuous questioning, Gert slowly opened his mouth and said after a brief silence...

"Who am I following now? I can't tell you for the time being. All I can say is that he is very strong and definitely exceeds your expectations. As for me, I want to take the murloc back with you..."

Having said this, Gert took a breath and continued to speak...

"Pol, we are good brothers who grew up together, I will not hide it from you, I don't want to go back, not only me, those murlocs outside, and now no one wants to go back, this is our current situation ."

Obviously, the situation on this side obviously exceeded Bohr's expectations. After all, who would have thought that a group of rebels could live so well now?

And Gert's parents were killed in the early war of their murlocs. Now it can be said that they have nothing to do with them. He doesn't want to go back, and there is nothing to say.

Looking at Bol, who was speechless for a while, Gert, who drank the wine in his hand, spoke again...

"Of course, if you want to leave, I won't stop you, I'll let you leave safely."

"When I came in, I was seen by so many murlocs. Wouldn't it be difficult if you let me go?"

Gert shook his head.

"I don't know. After you leave, I'll go and plead guilty. It's a big deal. Don't worry. We two brothers have been friends for so many years. I can still keep you safe."

At this moment, Bol's mood can be said to be extremely complicated.

That is, he is happy that the relationship between the two brothers has not changed because of their positions, but at the same time, he is entangled with Gert's current decision.

Fortunately, his father had already given him instructions, and he only listened to Boll say slowly after taking a deep breath...

"I will stay here temporarily, and then send someone back to report the situation here to my father. As for the specific decision, my father will make the decision!"

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