The strong man in confrontation was wearing a blue and white striped shirt unique to the navy, and was still shirtless in the cold weather near zero.
He held a dagger in his hand and pressed against the man opposite, but he was pointed at the middle of his eyebrows by an old pistol that could enter the museum.
The owner of the pistol was also a strong man with a strong muscles and a greasy face. He shaved his hair, had a tattoo of a sea eagle, and cursed:
Shit Navy!
No one dares to slander me as a pirate informant in Damir Port!
The navy confronted him without showing any weakness, and both sides showed the rich swear words at the sea.
Klein watched for a few seconds, walked around the edge, and came to Captain Aerland, who was wearing a straight sword and hidden a pistol, and asked calmly and casually:
What happened?
There has been such rumors about the quarrel between two drunks, in the surrounding waters of Damir Port, that the 'Sea Eagle' Logan serves the owner of the 'Black Tulip'.The navy mentioned this just now, but happened to be encountered by the "Sea Eagle".
The owner of the Black Tulip?Isn't it just Admiral Ludwell?Klein turned and sat on the high chair in front of the bar and tapped the wooden countertop:
A glass of Southwell beer.
6p.The bartender with bronze skin and white teeth rubbed the cup and said without any enthusiasm.
In terms of land specialties, the price is much higher than that of Beckland and Tingen... Klein took out a handful of copper coins and counted 6p to each other.
At this time, the conflict between Logan and the Navy was stopped by the bar guards, and they both spoke harsh words and retreated to different corners.
Perhaps because of losing face, the navy left in a hurry after more than ten seconds, and the atmosphere in the bar became warm again.
Want to play cards?Captain Aerland pointed to the stairway on the side of the bar.
No.Klein's main purpose is to collect intelligence.
Aerland subconsciously wanted to pat his shoulder, but was stopped by his cold and sharp temperament. He could only sort out his dark red jacket and reminded him:
Don't look for women here.
Klein nodded, picked up the cup containing Southwell beer and took a sip.
Also, don't trust anyone here, only a small part of their words are true.Aerran took his own Lie Langqi and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor.
Klein turned his head and looked at him, and asked back with his expression unchanged:
Including you?
……Maybe.Aerland was stunned at first, then laughed loudly. At least my reminder just now is true. Well, it’s true that I am a man!
That may not be... There is a potion called the witch in this world... Klein retracted his gaze and slowly drank, listening to the drinkers around him bragging.
After two or three minutes, a short and thin man sat next to Klein with his wine.
Man, you're like an adventurer.He turned his head slightly and said with a smile.
The man who greeted him was black and blue, his facial features looked old, and his temperament was quite vulgar.
So to say.Klein responded coldly.
You can see that you are a hunter, hunter chasing bounty and wealth.The short man glanced left and right, lowered his head, and said in his voice, "Have you heard of the "Ghost Empire"?"
I have heard of Amway, and I have also heard of the Father and Savior sealed at the bottom of the sea... Klein uses the power of the Faceless Man to send a signal that he should not approach me:
Know, a huge, ancient, treasure-filled ghost ship.
We have clues about it!The short man said in an infectious tone that we found some information and knew where it would appear next time!We don’t want to get cheap pirates and navy, and we don’t want to be robbed by others, so we decided to rent an armed merchant ship to wait in that water. This costs about 1,000 pounds. I have found 15 companions and raised 720 pounds. Are you interested in participating?
Before Crane could speak, he groped out a stack of brown letters:
I know you won’t believe it easily. In fact, no one will believe it, but the 15 friends above decided to join our plan after reading these materials.
...I have a face that is easy to be deceived?
Or can anyone who is a foreigner cannot escape such a thing?
Klein was considering whether to identify the letters, but from the corner of his eye he saw Logan, the sea eagle who had just been arguing with someone, walked over.
Woody, you are lying again!You damn mouse in sewage!Logan lifted the short man and threw him into the open space in the middle of the bar, falling to the sky.
The strong man with a blue tattoo on his head sat down at Woody's seat just now, and said with a generous smile:
Sorry, this is our mouse in Port Damir, always doing something that destroys our reputation.
In fact, we are all very friendly. If you have any questions, please contact me.
Haha, don’t believe those guys’ slander. I am an upright person and have nothing to do with ‘Hell’!
The more you emphasize this, the more suspicious it is... Klein thought for a moment, his expression remained unchanged, and his tone was plain:
I want to know the recent rumors.
No problem.Sea Eagle Logan took a picture of the bartender and said to the bartender, "Get a plate of special cured meat, I'll invite this guy to taste our Damir's most famous delicacy."
The bartender still had the cold face, pushed the door and entered the kitchen behind, and soon brought out a plate of sliced cured meat with clear red and white texture.
5 pounds.He didn't look at the Eagle Logan, but looked directly at Klein.
5 pounds.Sea Eagle Logan turned his head, smiled warmly, and raised his arms to show his muscles. Everyone just heard it. To thank me, you want me to enjoy the special cured meat.
Klein didn't realize what he had encountered for a moment. When the bartender urged him for the second time, he realized that he had been blackmailed and that the other party had a very deep routine.
First, use a scam that is easy to see through, and successfully gain the favor of the target. Then, order a special cured meat with an expensive price on the grounds of treating guests. In the end, he turned against others, turned black and white, forced to buy and sell... No wonder when the mouse Woody was thrown out, those drunks didn't make any jokes... They were all afraid of Logan, who was said to serve the General of Hell... How should he deal with it?
My current character is German Sparrow, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter... Klein picked up the cup, drank a sip of beer with a strong wheat aroma, and asked as usual:
Why not just grab it?
Why not just grab it?Logan was a little stunned when asked.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger.
Dong!
Klein waved his left fist and hit Logan on the chin, causing him to overturn to the bar.
With his right palm, Klein quickly got out of the chair and approached Logan's body that was about to fall.
His thighs were tense, and his knees were lifted up, hitting Logan's lower abdomen.
puff!Logan raised his eyes back, his mouth half open.
Klein pulled the gun, stuffed the revolver into the opponent's mouth, and pulled the firing hammer backwards.
I...I'm...Logan shouted vaguely.
Klein stared into his eyes, suddenly pulled out the revolver, swung his gun and punched Logan's fist on the side face.
Logan's teeth immediately fell off one by one, his mouth was covered in blood.
Faced with such a heavy blow and the pain that exceeded the limit, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Klein held his body and found a handful of pieces of money and coins from his pocket.
Because it was not visually over 5 pounds, Klein threw them directly on the bar and said calmly:
No need to look for it.
The bartender's bronze face turned a little white and he shouted in panic:
My boss is ‘White Shark’!
Klein didn't even look at him, letting his hand go, letting Logan fall to the ground, then he sat down again, forked a piece of cured meat, stuffed it into his mouth to taste, only to feel that the flavor was quite unique, and the flavor of the spice spread outward, scratching his stomach and throat.
After eating two tablets in a row, he looked up and asked:
Do your boss know that you have colluded with the "Sea Eagle"?
No, he, no... The bartender answered stammeringly.
Seeing that Klein had no tendency to continue attacking and paid the money with ease, the guards who approached him silently retreated.
Klein took a sip of wine, glanced at Logan on the ground, and said calmly to the bartender:
He is a Lutherville informant, how many rewards can he receive?
No, he is not.The bartender shook his head and said, "This is all the news he spread himself." He invited the navy just now for money!"Only in this way can people here be afraid of him...
Hearing this answer, the people who were drinking at the bar put down their glasses in shock, and even drunks staggered to Logan and spit on his face.
Pooh!Pooh!Pooh!Many drinkers followed suit.
Klein lowered his head again and said while eating the special cured meat:
Let me tell you about the recent rumors.
The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cup while introducing the rumors in the past two months intermittently, including what Klein had heard of and what he had just learned about.
The Royal Navy's USS Pritz, in regular training, destroyed a passing pirate regiment... The panic about giant ships and cannons began to spread to some small and medium-sized pirate forces... Some of them wanted to take advantage of the opportunity that the Iron Armor Fleet had not yet taken shape to commit crimes and withdraw from the business with some money... In the next six months to one year, the sea will be uneasy... General Senior and Lieutenant General Bratov Ivan clashed in the southern waters of Sunya Island, and had a big battle, and each sank two ships... Klein just listened and gradually filled his stomach.
Seeing that the plate containing the specially made cured meat was emptied, he drank the remaining beer and slowly stood up.
Remember today's lessons.Klein handed the plate to the bartender.
The bartender was about to reach out when he suddenly grabbed the hair on the back of his head.
Bang!
Klein pressed hard and smashed the bartender's head on the bar, causing wood chips to fly and blood to flow out, causing the drinkers to hide and guards to come in highway.
After doing all this, Klein clapped his hands, picked up his glass, and tried to pour the remaining remaining wine onto the bartender's head.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Klein gave up silently, turned around and bent over, grabbed Logan, and threw him towards the guards who rushed to the scene.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the guards were hiding and the bar was in chaos, Klein ran quickly, circling around quickly, and easily left Flying Fish and Wine.
He pressed his hat, walked quickly, and turned to the street next to him.
After changing directions continuously, he suddenly slowed down and had an extra gold coin in his hand.
The gold coins kept jumping between their fingers, as if they were scouting something.
He held a dagger in his hand and pressed against the man opposite, but he was pointed at the middle of his eyebrows by an old pistol that could enter the museum.
The owner of the pistol was also a strong man with a strong muscles and a greasy face. He shaved his hair, had a tattoo of a sea eagle, and cursed:
Shit Navy!
No one dares to slander me as a pirate informant in Damir Port!
The navy confronted him without showing any weakness, and both sides showed the rich swear words at the sea.
Klein watched for a few seconds, walked around the edge, and came to Captain Aerland, who was wearing a straight sword and hidden a pistol, and asked calmly and casually:
What happened?
There has been such rumors about the quarrel between two drunks, in the surrounding waters of Damir Port, that the 'Sea Eagle' Logan serves the owner of the 'Black Tulip'.The navy mentioned this just now, but happened to be encountered by the "Sea Eagle".
The owner of the Black Tulip?Isn't it just Admiral Ludwell?Klein turned and sat on the high chair in front of the bar and tapped the wooden countertop:
A glass of Southwell beer.
6p.The bartender with bronze skin and white teeth rubbed the cup and said without any enthusiasm.
In terms of land specialties, the price is much higher than that of Beckland and Tingen... Klein took out a handful of copper coins and counted 6p to each other.
At this time, the conflict between Logan and the Navy was stopped by the bar guards, and they both spoke harsh words and retreated to different corners.
Perhaps because of losing face, the navy left in a hurry after more than ten seconds, and the atmosphere in the bar became warm again.
Want to play cards?Captain Aerland pointed to the stairway on the side of the bar.
No.Klein's main purpose is to collect intelligence.
Aerland subconsciously wanted to pat his shoulder, but was stopped by his cold and sharp temperament. He could only sort out his dark red jacket and reminded him:
Don't look for women here.
Klein nodded, picked up the cup containing Southwell beer and took a sip.
Also, don't trust anyone here, only a small part of their words are true.Aerran took his own Lie Langqi and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor.
Klein turned his head and looked at him, and asked back with his expression unchanged:
Including you?
……Maybe.Aerland was stunned at first, then laughed loudly. At least my reminder just now is true. Well, it’s true that I am a man!
That may not be... There is a potion called the witch in this world... Klein retracted his gaze and slowly drank, listening to the drinkers around him bragging.
After two or three minutes, a short and thin man sat next to Klein with his wine.
Man, you're like an adventurer.He turned his head slightly and said with a smile.
The man who greeted him was black and blue, his facial features looked old, and his temperament was quite vulgar.
So to say.Klein responded coldly.
You can see that you are a hunter, hunter chasing bounty and wealth.The short man glanced left and right, lowered his head, and said in his voice, "Have you heard of the "Ghost Empire"?"
I have heard of Amway, and I have also heard of the Father and Savior sealed at the bottom of the sea... Klein uses the power of the Faceless Man to send a signal that he should not approach me:
Know, a huge, ancient, treasure-filled ghost ship.
We have clues about it!The short man said in an infectious tone that we found some information and knew where it would appear next time!We don’t want to get cheap pirates and navy, and we don’t want to be robbed by others, so we decided to rent an armed merchant ship to wait in that water. This costs about 1,000 pounds. I have found 15 companions and raised 720 pounds. Are you interested in participating?
Before Crane could speak, he groped out a stack of brown letters:
I know you won’t believe it easily. In fact, no one will believe it, but the 15 friends above decided to join our plan after reading these materials.
...I have a face that is easy to be deceived?
Or can anyone who is a foreigner cannot escape such a thing?
Klein was considering whether to identify the letters, but from the corner of his eye he saw Logan, the sea eagle who had just been arguing with someone, walked over.
Woody, you are lying again!You damn mouse in sewage!Logan lifted the short man and threw him into the open space in the middle of the bar, falling to the sky.
The strong man with a blue tattoo on his head sat down at Woody's seat just now, and said with a generous smile:
Sorry, this is our mouse in Port Damir, always doing something that destroys our reputation.
In fact, we are all very friendly. If you have any questions, please contact me.
Haha, don’t believe those guys’ slander. I am an upright person and have nothing to do with ‘Hell’!
The more you emphasize this, the more suspicious it is... Klein thought for a moment, his expression remained unchanged, and his tone was plain:
I want to know the recent rumors.
No problem.Sea Eagle Logan took a picture of the bartender and said to the bartender, "Get a plate of special cured meat, I'll invite this guy to taste our Damir's most famous delicacy."
The bartender still had the cold face, pushed the door and entered the kitchen behind, and soon brought out a plate of sliced cured meat with clear red and white texture.
5 pounds.He didn't look at the Eagle Logan, but looked directly at Klein.
5 pounds.Sea Eagle Logan turned his head, smiled warmly, and raised his arms to show his muscles. Everyone just heard it. To thank me, you want me to enjoy the special cured meat.
Klein didn't realize what he had encountered for a moment. When the bartender urged him for the second time, he realized that he had been blackmailed and that the other party had a very deep routine.
First, use a scam that is easy to see through, and successfully gain the favor of the target. Then, order a special cured meat with an expensive price on the grounds of treating guests. In the end, he turned against others, turned black and white, forced to buy and sell... No wonder when the mouse Woody was thrown out, those drunks didn't make any jokes... They were all afraid of Logan, who was said to serve the General of Hell... How should he deal with it?
My current character is German Sparrow, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter... Klein picked up the cup, drank a sip of beer with a strong wheat aroma, and asked as usual:
Why not just grab it?
Why not just grab it?Logan was a little stunned when asked.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger.
Dong!
Klein waved his left fist and hit Logan on the chin, causing him to overturn to the bar.
With his right palm, Klein quickly got out of the chair and approached Logan's body that was about to fall.
His thighs were tense, and his knees were lifted up, hitting Logan's lower abdomen.
puff!Logan raised his eyes back, his mouth half open.
Klein pulled the gun, stuffed the revolver into the opponent's mouth, and pulled the firing hammer backwards.
I...I'm...Logan shouted vaguely.
Klein stared into his eyes, suddenly pulled out the revolver, swung his gun and punched Logan's fist on the side face.
Logan's teeth immediately fell off one by one, his mouth was covered in blood.
Faced with such a heavy blow and the pain that exceeded the limit, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Klein held his body and found a handful of pieces of money and coins from his pocket.
Because it was not visually over 5 pounds, Klein threw them directly on the bar and said calmly:
No need to look for it.
The bartender's bronze face turned a little white and he shouted in panic:
My boss is ‘White Shark’!
Klein didn't even look at him, letting his hand go, letting Logan fall to the ground, then he sat down again, forked a piece of cured meat, stuffed it into his mouth to taste, only to feel that the flavor was quite unique, and the flavor of the spice spread outward, scratching his stomach and throat.
After eating two tablets in a row, he looked up and asked:
Do your boss know that you have colluded with the "Sea Eagle"?
No, he, no... The bartender answered stammeringly.
Seeing that Klein had no tendency to continue attacking and paid the money with ease, the guards who approached him silently retreated.
Klein took a sip of wine, glanced at Logan on the ground, and said calmly to the bartender:
He is a Lutherville informant, how many rewards can he receive?
No, he is not.The bartender shook his head and said, "This is all the news he spread himself." He invited the navy just now for money!"Only in this way can people here be afraid of him...
Hearing this answer, the people who were drinking at the bar put down their glasses in shock, and even drunks staggered to Logan and spit on his face.
Pooh!Pooh!Pooh!Many drinkers followed suit.
Klein lowered his head again and said while eating the special cured meat:
Let me tell you about the recent rumors.
The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cup while introducing the rumors in the past two months intermittently, including what Klein had heard of and what he had just learned about.
The Royal Navy's USS Pritz, in regular training, destroyed a passing pirate regiment... The panic about giant ships and cannons began to spread to some small and medium-sized pirate forces... Some of them wanted to take advantage of the opportunity that the Iron Armor Fleet had not yet taken shape to commit crimes and withdraw from the business with some money... In the next six months to one year, the sea will be uneasy... General Senior and Lieutenant General Bratov Ivan clashed in the southern waters of Sunya Island, and had a big battle, and each sank two ships... Klein just listened and gradually filled his stomach.
Seeing that the plate containing the specially made cured meat was emptied, he drank the remaining beer and slowly stood up.
Remember today's lessons.Klein handed the plate to the bartender.
The bartender was about to reach out when he suddenly grabbed the hair on the back of his head.
Bang!
Klein pressed hard and smashed the bartender's head on the bar, causing wood chips to fly and blood to flow out, causing the drinkers to hide and guards to come in highway.
After doing all this, Klein clapped his hands, picked up his glass, and tried to pour the remaining remaining wine onto the bartender's head.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Klein gave up silently, turned around and bent over, grabbed Logan, and threw him towards the guards who rushed to the scene.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the guards were hiding and the bar was in chaos, Klein ran quickly, circling around quickly, and easily left Flying Fish and Wine.
He pressed his hat, walked quickly, and turned to the street next to him.
After changing directions continuously, he suddenly slowed down and had an extra gold coin in his hand.
The gold coins kept jumping between their fingers, as if they were scouting something.
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