The brawny man in confrontation wore a navy's unique blue and white striped shirt. Despite the near-zero Celsius weather, his upper arms remained bare. On the cell phone.
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He held a dagger and pressed it against the man's throat, but he had an old handgun pointed at his glabella.
The owner of the handgun was similarly a muscular man who was more than 1.8 meters tall. He had shaved his hair and had a sea eagle tattoo on his face as he cursed.
"Dogsh * t navy!
"No one in Damir Harbor dares to slander me as a pirate informant!"
The navy didn't back down as he cursed back at him. Both sides displayed the rich array of vulgarities at sea.
Klein watched from the side for a few seconds before circling around to Captain Erland, who had a sword by his waist and a concealed handgun.
He calmly and casually asked, "What happened?"
"An argument between two drunkards. In Damir Harbor and the surrounding waters, there has always been a rumor that Sea Eagle Logan serves the owner of the Black Tulip. The navy mentioned this just now, but he happened to encounter Sea Eagle. "
The owner of the Black Tulip? Isn't that Admiral Hell Ludwell? Klein turned around and sat on a high stool in front of the bar counter. He rapped the wooden counter.
"A glass of Southville beer."
"Six pence," the bronze-skinned bartender with white teeth said without any enthusiasm as he wiped his cup.
The prices of local specialties here are much higher than in Baekeland and Tingen … Klein took out a handful of copper coins and counted six pence for the bartender.
At this moment, Logan and the navy's conflict was stopped by the bar's guards. They exchanged harsh words and retreated to different corners.
Perhaps it was because he had lost face, the navy left in a hurry after about ten seconds. The atmosphere in the bar turned lively once again.
"Do you want to play cards?" Captain Erland pointed to the staircase at the side of the bar.
"No." Klein's main goal was to gather intelligence.
Elland subconsciously wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but he was stopped by his cold and sharp temperament. All he could do was tidy up his dark red coat and remind him.
"Do not look for women here."
Klein nodded. He picked up the glass of Southville beer and gulped it down.
"Also, don't trust anyone here. Only a small part of what they say is true." Erland carried his Lanti Proof up the stairs to the second floor.
Klein turned his head to look at him and asked without changing his expression.
"Including you?"
"… Maybe." Erland was stunned for a moment before he burst out laughing. "At least my reminder was true. Yes, it's also true that I'm a man!"
That's not necessarily true … This World has a potion called Witch … Klein retracted his gaze and drank slowly as he listened to the customers around him brag.
After two or three minutes, a short and thin man brought his own wine and sat next to Klein.
"Buddy, you look like an adventurer." He tilted his head slightly and smiled.
The man who greeted him had black hair and blue eyes. His facial features were old, and his temperament was rather wretched.
"You can say that," Klein replied coldly.
"I can tell that you're a hunter, a hunter who pursues bounties and riches." The short man looked around, lowered his head, and said in a suppressed voice, "Have you heard of the Specter Empire?"
I've heard of Amway, and I've also heard of the Heavenly Father and Savior sealed at the bottom of the sea … Klein used his Faceless powers to send out a signal not to approach him.
"Yes, a huge, ancient ghost ship filled with treasures."
"We have clues about it!" The short man said in a contagious tone, "We found some information and know where it will appear next! We don't want the pirates and navy to benefit, nor do we want others to rob us of our wealth. Therefore, we decided to rent an armed merchant ship to wait in those waters. It will cost about 1,000 pounds. I've already found 15 companions and raised 720 pounds. Are you interested in participating? "
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he fumbled around and took out a stack of yellowish-brown letters.
"I know you won't easily believe it. In fact, no one will believe it, but the 15 friends before me have decided to join our plan after reading this information."
… Do I have a face that can be easily fooled? Or could it be that as long as one is a foreigner, there's no way to escape such matters? Just as Klein was considering if he should appraise the letters, he saw Sea Condor Logan, who had been arguing with someone, walk over from the corner of his eye.
"Woody, you're lying again! You darn rat who drowned in dirty water! " Logan lifted the short man and threw him into the empty space in the middle of the bar, causing him to fall flat on his back.
The burly man with a green tattoo on his head sat down where Woody had been and laughed heartily.
"Sorry, this is a rat from our Damir Harbor. He always does things that ruin our reputation.
"In fact, we're all very friendly. If you have anything you want to know, feel free to look for me.
"Heh heh, don't believe the slander of those people. I'm an upright person. I have nothing to do with Admiral Hell!"
The more you emphasize it, the more suspicious it makes me … Klein thought for a moment as his expression remained unchanged.
He said calmly, "I want to know about the recent rumors."
"No problem." Sea Condor Logan slapped the bar counter and said to the bartender, "Give me a plate of specially made cured meat. I'll treat this man to a taste of our Damir Harbor's most famous delicacy."
The bartender maintained his cold expression as he pushed open the door to the kitchen at the back. Soon, he came out with a plate of sliced cured meat with distinct red and white lines.
"Five pounds." He didn't look at Sea Condor Logan as he looked straight at Klein.
"Five pounds." Sea Condor Logan turned his head and smiled warmly as he raised his arm to show off his muscles. "Everyone heard it just now. In order to thank me, you are treating me to specially made cured meat."
Klein was momentarily at a loss as to what he had encountered. Only when the bartender urged him a second time did he realize that he had been scammed. Furthermore, the other party's ploys were rather deep.
First, they used a scam that could be easily seen through to get Sea Condor Logan to appear and successfully gain the target's favor. Then, they used the excuse of treating him to a meal to order an expensive specially made cured meat. Finally, they turned their backs on him, distorting the truth and forcing a purchase … It's no wonder none of the drunkards made a ruckus when Rat Woody was thrown out … They were all very afraid of Logan, who was said to be serving Admiral Hell … How should I deal with him? My current persona is Gehrman Sparrow, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter … Klein raised his cup and drank a mouthful of beer that was rich in the aroma of wheat as he asked in his usual tone.
"Why not just rob him?"
"Why not just rob him?" Logan was a little taken aback by the question.
Following that, he saw a fist grow bigger and bigger.
Dong!
Klein threw his left fist and struck Sea Condor Logan's chin, causing him to fall towards the bar counter.
With a push of his right palm, Klein nimbly left the chair and approached Logan's falling body.
He tightened his thighs, jerked his knee up, and slammed it into Logan's lower abdomen.
Puff! Logan threw back his head, eyes bulging, mouth half open.
Klein pulled out his gun, stuffed the revolver into the man's mouth, and pulled back the hammer.
"I … I'm …" Logan mumbled.
Klein stared into his eyes and suddenly pulled out his revolver. With a fierce swing, he struck the side of Logan's face with the handle and fist.
Logan's teeth fell off one by one, and his mouth was covered in blood.
Faced with such a heavy blow and pain that exceeded his limit, his eyes rolled back and he directly fainted.
Klein supported his body and took out a handful of notes and coins from his pocket.
Since they didn't exceed 5 pounds, Klein threw them on the counter and said calmly.
"Keep the change."
The bartender's bronze face turned pale as he shouted in panic.
"My boss is White Shark!"
Klein didn't even look at him as he released his hand, allowing Sea Eagle Logan to fall to the ground. Then, he sat down again, forked a piece of bacon, and stuffed it into his mouth. He found the flavor rather unique, and the taste of spices spread out, scratching at his stomach and throat.
After eating two pieces, he looked up and asked,
"Does your boss know that you're colluding with Sea Eagle?"
"No, he, he doesn't …" the bartender replied with a stutter.
Seeing that Klein had no intention of continuing his attack and had readily paid the money, the few guards that came over silently retreated.
Klein drank a mouthful of beer, glanced at Sea Eagle Logan, and calmly said to the bartender, "He's Ludwell's informant.
"He's Ludwell's informant. How much bounty can he receive?"
"No, he's not." The bartender shook his head. "He spread the news himself. He was the one who hired the navy! Only by doing so can he make the people here fear him … "
Upon hearing this answer, the people drinking at the bar counter put down their cups in shock. There was even a drunkard who staggered to Logan's side and spat on his face.
Pui! Pui! Pui! Many customers followed suit.
Klein lowered his head again as he ate the special bacon.
"Tell me about the recent rumors."
The bartender heaved a sigh of relief. As he wiped his cup, he introduced the rumors that had happened in the past two months. There were some that Klein had heard of, and some that he had just learned of.
The Royal Navy's ironclad warship Pritz destroyed a passing pirate crew during its routine training … The fear of the giant warship's cannons has begun to spread among some small and medium-sized pirate factions … Some of them wish to commit crimes before the ironclad warship is fully formed and withdraw from this line of work with a sum of money … In the next six months to a year, the seas won't be peaceful … Admiral of Blood Señor and Vice Admiral of Dusk Bulatov Ivan had a conflict in the waters south of Sonia Island. After a huge battle, two ships each sank … Klein listened without asking as he gradually filled his stomach.
Seeing that the plate of the special bacon had been emptied, he drank the rest of his beer and slowly stood up.
"Remember today's lesson." Klein handed the plate to the bartender.
The bartender was just about to reach out his hand when he suddenly reached out and grabbed the hair behind his head.
Bang!
Klein pressed down hard, smashing the bartender's head onto the bar counter. Wood splinters flew everywhere as blood flowed out. The customers dodged as the guards rushed over.
After doing all of this, Klein clapped his hands, picked up his cup, and attempted to pour the remaining alcohol over the bartender's head.
One drop, two drops, three drops …
Klein silently gave up. He turned around and bent down, grabbed Sea Eagle Logan, and threw him towards the guards who rushed over.
Taking advantage of the guards dodging and the chaos in the bar, Klein ran quickly and agilely circled around, easily leaving Flying Fish and Wine.
He pressed down on his hat and quickly walked forward, turning into the street beside him.
After changing directions several times, he suddenly slowed down as a gold coin appeared in his hand.
The gold coin kept jumping between his fingers as though it was investigating something.
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