Witnessing such a tragic and bizarre scene, Sheyan felt an immense pressure. His back was soaked with cold sweat as he deeply breathed in. At this moment, Jiejie retrieved a spare crystal ball and inspected it. After ascertaining that there was no danger, she nodded her head. Then, she turned to Sheyan and spoke with an expressionless face.
"Now, outsider, our transaction is complete. We've paid a disastrous price. You may leave now. Because of your request, the gypsies have suffered the most disastrous loss in a hundred years. From now on, the gypsies will no longer have any dealings with you!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, Sheyan received a notification.
[Your relationship with the gypsies has dropped to 'cold'.]
[You have been ostracized by the gypsies. You are no longer able to conduct transactions with them.]
Sheyan could only shrug his shoulders in response to such a situation. Nevertheless, with his low charm, he was already accustomed to such treatment and was accustomed to it. Sheyan could even distinctly sense their wrath and murderous intent. However, it was probably because they were worried that he might unseal the fragile seal on the diary at any time, so it was only logical for them to destroy both jade and common stone. If things went wrong, he might really have to fight his way out of this group of mysterious and strange old women!
"That bastard is truly formidable." Sheyan couldn't help but mutter. If Little Lord Fokke's will was already so formidable, how formidable would his main body be after undoing the seal on the diary? Thinking of that, Sheyan's heart couldn't help but gush with intense curiosity and greed.
That's right, it was greed.
The principle of the Nightmare Realm was very simple and direct. That was, the reward was proportional to the difficulty. Thus, merely undoing the seal on Morgan Fokke's diary was already enough to deal with such a formidable foe. Therefore, once the seal was successfully undone … … .naturally, one could only imagine!
At present, Reef was waiting for Sheyan at the entrance of the grand tent. Upon noticing Sheyan exiting, he inquired about the outcome of the transaction. Sheyan smiled bitterly and replied.
"It can be said that we've achieved our objectives, but it can also be said that I've messed things up."
Sheyan then narrated the entire matter in full detail. Reef clicked his tongue in amazement as he listened. Nevertheless, the gypsy's golden tent was indeed an exceedingly mystical object. He reckoned it was a treasure that suppressed the fortunes of the gypsies. Despite the tremendous commotion within, Reef couldn't hear a single sound from the outside.
After the duo exited the gypsy camp, they converged with Brother Black and Canbi. After gulping down a sack of rum, Canbi had basically recovered. However, he was still rubbing his temples and incessantly shaking his head. Evidently, his injuries weren't light.
Since the matter was settled, Sheyan intended to let his pirates out for a breather. He had already exhausted his means to the utmost of them. Though he couldn't eliminate the possibility of some escapees, a melon that was forcibly harvested was not sweet.. Sheyan still, he couldn't dispel the possibility. of them.. at least, Sheyan had confidence that most of them would remain..
Yet at present, when the four of them arrived at the pier, they suddenly realized a large crowd had congregated there. An ominous premonition welled up in Sheyan's heart. Closely following that, he noticed that his own Hill Maiden was shockingly the target of the crowd.
The composition of those spectators was exceedingly complex. There were natives of Tortuga and sailors of other ships. They were all pointing and whispering, while occasionally releasing loud roars of laughter. It was as though they were watching a play.
Many of the Hill Maiden's crew had swarmed onto the deck, as they faced off against a bunch of arrogant and frenzied individuals. Nevertheless, under such circumstances, Philip and the other traitorous british marines obviously weren't suitable to step forward. After all, he was previously a british marine, and could only rely on Ol 'Seadog and Blacksail to block the front. Moreover, both of them were previously wandering pirates, and their auras couldn't contend against the other party.
At present, Sheyan wasn't in a hurry to step forward, but quietly observed from the side. Then, a man draped in a black cloak stood at the back, with his arms folded across his chest. Several pirates were clustered around him, and observing his expression, it seemed as though speaking half a sentence with others was a form of bestowment.
At present, the one speaking arrogantly was a burly brute. The weather was rather chilly at present, yet this brute had his collar open, revealing his black chest hair. Then, he cursed loudly.
"A cripple like you dares to speak in front of me? Ol 'Seadog? Your motherf * cking name is simply an insult to dogs! Years ago, when I roamed the seven seas, you were still licking your piss behind a bar! Scram from my sight at once. "
Ol 'Seadog unyieldingly stood at the front without a single trace of fear, as he cursed loudly.
"So what if you debuted early, Hawser. The earlier you debuted, the earlier you died. You son of a whore, scram from my captain's ship at once. Otherwise, I'll let you have a taste of lead bullets."
Hawser faced the sky and laughed maniacally.
"You lowly moron. Weren't you previously the third mate who emptied the toilet bowls? Try touching me here in Tortuga, and I'll have you all fed to the sharks. I can't be bothered to waste words with you. Here's ten gold guineas, take them and scram. You should be so excited that Mister Skrtel has taken a liking to your ship, you should immediately kneel down and kiss the deck! "
When Sheyan's subordinates heard Hawser's words, their eyes seemed to be bursting with flames. Instead, they seemed to have great misgivings, and didn't dare to act. At this moment, Brother Black whispered to a pirate beside him.
"Mate, this Hawser seems rather formidable."
That pirate snorted through his nostrils and replied.
"Just him? A coward who abandoned his captain and brothers, and escaped on a lifeboat. If not for Skrtel's appreciation, that brat would surely be begging for food in a pigsty. "
Brother Black replied with an "Oh", and continued.
"Then who's Skrtel?"
The pirate looked at him with a very strange gaze.
"You're new here? Skrtel is the overlord of Tortuga! Although he's no longer a pirate, we still abide by the pirate code written by Mister Bartholomew. Yes friend, I can see the doubt in your eyes. Therefore, I can clearly tell you that Skrtel's full name is Skrtel Husda Bartholomew. You can also address him as Mister Pirate Aristocrat. Besides, don't you feel that you should buy a cup of rum for my incisive explanation? "
Brother Black laughed heartily, and tossed out a gold guineas.
"No problem, you can buy the best cup of golden rum."
Hawser noticed that Ol 'Seadog remained silent and stubbornly blocked his front. Instantly, Hawser's temper flared, as he pulled out his cutlass and chopped forward. After losing an arm, Ol 'Seadog was already a non-combatant. Facing such a blade, he could only roll away miserably.
After retreating, he instantly lost his unyielding momentum. Hawser seized the opportunity to kick Ol 'Seadog down, before stomping on Ol' Seadog's face and crushing it with his shoe. Just as Ol 'Seadog was about to speak complacently, he witnessed Blacksail pouncing forward with an ashen face. Brandishing his cutlass, Hawser parried. "Clang!" Sparks scattered as Hawser was forced to retreat two steps.
Just as he was about to say something, Blacksail suddenly raised his hand, and a splash of black liquid sprayed over, just like the ink that a squid would spew out in water. Hawser's movements were rather nimble, as he actually executed a cross-step and leapt 2-3 metres away.
Unexpectedly, Blacksail's black liquid seemed to possess a life of its own, as it chased after Hawser! After being splashed by the black liquid, Hawser instantly became incomparably wretched. His body emitted white fumes and a pungent stench. He howled in agony, as Blacksail directly chopped down with his cutlass.
But at this moment, the black-cloaked fellow behind suddenly moved. As he advanced, his feet were moving in small, quick steps. His steps were extremely strange and fleeting. He was clearly a dozen meters away, but in the next second, he had already unsheathed a slender rapier from his waist and blocked Blacksail's broadsword.
The rapier was exceedingly flexible, and after being blocked by the cutlass, it actually coiled around like a snake without a sound. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Blacksail was startled, as the black cloaked individual suddenly exerted strength and snatched away his cutlass. Closely following that, with a standard thrust of a rapier, the rapier pierced deeply into Blacksail's stomach with lightning speed.
At this moment, Brother Black, who was hidden amongst the distant spectators, was about to intervene, but was stopped by Sheyan.
"Don't be hasty. Even if these fools wish to kill, they wouldn't do it so easily. Their ambition is to establish their might. Even if they wish to kill, they would surely torment them viciously. A strong wind knows the strength of the grass, and when times are poor, integrity is revealed. Today, I wish to see how many of you are unswervingly loyal to me."
Blacksail's eyes instantly widened after his abdomen was pierced by a rapier, as though he was in excruciating agony. Yet, he still forcefully punched out. That black cloaked individual sneered sinisterly.
"With your half-baked alchemy skills, you dare to disgrace yourself and oppose us? Remember, you will die in the hands of I, Ocean Tempest Alan Dale! "
When the four words' Alan Dale 'were uttered, the surrounding crowd shockingly erupted into a commotion like leaves being blown by a gentle breeze. This name was renowned amongst the pirates, but very few could associate it with this gloomy, thin, and even stooped black cloak before them.
It was said that Alan Dale was one of the few western sword experts amongst the pirates. He had once guarded the springboard that the spaniards had set up on his flagship. Facing a torrential wave of enemies, he consecutively slew 15, and forcibly persevered until reinforcements arrived. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to cast your recommendation votes or monthly votes at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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