3-第十章：瘦提督的神秘身份(16)
"Who gives the orders round here?" asked the Fat Consul.
"I d --" Alvin recollected himself just in time. "I mean, you do, of course, Consul." Alvin bowed fawningly at him. "But --"
"No arguing, please, Prefect," ordered the Consul.
"At least let me kill the one who looks like a haddock," pleaded Alvin the Treacherous.
"Fishlegs is a BERSERK*, you know, Consul," said Hiccup hurriedly. "I'm sure he'd put on a very exciting fighting display as a gladiator."
"Really?" exclaimed the Fat Consul. "This is proving a very interesting morning. I've never met
*You know the expression "going berserk"? Well, Berserks were Vikings who vent crazy on the battlefield. Good men to have on your side. Not so good when hey were on the other side, though... a Berserk before. He should be most amusing at the Games. The one with the face like a fish lives too, I'm afraid, Prefect."
"I d --" Alvin recollected himself just in time. "I mean, you do, of course, Consul." Alvin bowed fawningly at him. "But --"
"No arguing, please, Prefect," ordered the Consul.
"At least let me kill the one who looks like a haddock," pleaded Alvin the Treacherous.
"Fishlegs is a BERSERK*, you know, Consul," said Hiccup hurriedly. "I'm sure he'd put on a very exciting fighting display as a gladiator."
"Really?" exclaimed the Fat Consul. "This is proving a very interesting morning. I've never met
*You know the expression "going berserk"? Well, Berserks were Vikings who vent crazy on the battlefield. Good men to have on your side. Not so good when hey were on the other side, though... a Berserk before. He should be most amusing at the Games. The one with the face like a fish lives too, I'm afraid, Prefect."
提督被转化深海
