Even with his' insight 'ability, Sheyan still spent 2-3 hours to gather all this information. Currently, he was only left with about 2 pounds sterling, naturally he thought of going to the pub for a drink or two. This was not only to gather information, but also because his drunkard milestone had reached 11100. Since Sheyan had found a job, then he did not mind spending all his remaining money on rum.
After an hour, Sheyan's drunkard milestone had reached 22100, and his money naturally dropped to a single digit of pennies. At this moment, Sheyan heard a commotion from outside. Through the mottled walls of the pub, he could see a slight chaos on the streets. The patrolling guards around the port were hurriedly rushing towards a direction.
As previously mentioned, Tortuga port was a neutral port, this meant that the guards here did not belong to any major powers, but were maintained by the private powers that governed this island. Perhaps when the pirate Bernard Fokke abandoned his life and established this neutral port, the guards here were still rather valiant. But now, without a doubt, the port's defensive capabilities were like a young lady's breast that had undergone the baptism of breastfeeding, rapidly withering away.
Once Sheyan walked out of the pub, he did not even need to raise his head, he could already see the highest point of Tortuga port emitting thick black smoke! The entire port had become chaotic, like a piece of bone being thrown into an ant's nest. One must know, this was a place that had been prosperous for a full 70 years, excluding the residents, 99% of the people here were pirates!
They were not tourists who followed the law, once Tortuga port revealed a trace of weakness, these pirates would leave in a gentlemanly manner. Then on a certain dark and windy night, they would return in a swirl of dust. Like a savage hungry wolf, they would plunder every penny into their own money pouch!
"Oh … …" At this moment, who knows how many people were like Sheyan, using their hands to rub their chins, gazing at the thick smoke from the castle. Their minds revolved thousands of times, not necessarily perverted, but definitely violent thoughts.
Suddenly, from the direction of the castle, a loud explosion could be heard. One could see a cloud of dust rising up 20-30 metres high, even forming a mushroom cloud. Those with good eyesight could see a few horse carriages being tossed into the air, disintegrating and separating in mid-air. The blood and flesh of the horses mixed in with the dust, dripping down, causing one to feel a sense of devastation and shock. Standing beside Sheyan were a few pirates with their mouths wide open, a rough bald man wearing an ash grey linen exclaimed.
"My god, this bunch of sons of bitches must have buried at least 100 barrels of gunpowder!"
Although this guy's mouth was saying 'sons of bitches', but looking at this guy's beaming face, it was no different from a war drama where Captain X patted the shoulders of Captain X and scolded "You son of a bitch, well done". Upon hearing this, Sheyan knew that this guy should be a professional gunpowder gunner amongst the pirates. Instead, his thoughts immediately shifted to the black smoke of the castle and the earth-shattering explosion that had just occurred.
Maybe the black smoke from the castle was ignited by storyline characters, but to create such a huge explosion scene, based on the technological advancement of the pirates of the caribbean world, it was unrealistic. Just like what the gunner said, at least 100 barrels of gunpowder were required! In this era, barrels were usually made of oak, and the amount of gunpowder inside would exceed a hundred kilograms. Thus to those who did not have a bulldozer or excavator, burying a hundred barrels of gunpowder could only be described as a large scale project comparable to the construction of the Great Wall. Unless the guards of Tortuga port were all blind, they would not be able to ignore such a project.
Therefore, this could only be the work of a contestant. Only a contestant would be able to obtain such a high power small volume explosive, and only a contestant would dare to disregard the 70 years of peace of Tortuga port. To satisfy his own desires, he brazenly unleashed such a violent incident. At this moment, Sheyan's mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he had found the key to unlocking a problem that he had been struggling with previously. But at this moment, he had forgotten which problem it was.
At this moment, a wave of hustle and bustle could be heard from the end of the port. Following that, a few figures could be seen hurriedly running over, panicking like a mouse in front of a cat's paw, or a goat in front of a wolf's kiss. They should be the contestants who committed the crime, and behind them were the guards of Tortuga port.
These guards should have received a death order, and stubbornly chased after the contestants, not willing to give up. Just as these few figures were about a hundred metres away from Sheyan's position, suddenly a loud neigh could be heard from a nearby alley. That sound was similar to a horse's neigh, but for some reason, the people who heard this sound could not help but shiver, as if someone had poured cold water over their head, and their blood vessels were about to be numbed by the chill.
Following that, a loud crashing sound could be heard from a nearby wooden house, debris and broken wooden planks flew everywhere like an explosion. A huge horse flew out from the house. This huge horse was at least the height of two people, its entire body was bulging with muscles, as if its skin was about to burst. Its eyes were covered with a black eye patch, its horse's mane and tail fluttering in the wind, emitting a cold blue aura, like smoke spiralling in spirals. On the back of the huge horse was a fiery red saddle, as bright as a matador's cape.
The rider on the horse was about forty years old. He sat steadily on the horse and did not need to hold the reins. He had a small mustache like a Spanish aristocrat, but his chin was clean shaven. He wore a black bowler hat and looked over with a pair of sharp and cold eyes. Then, he pulled out a short-barreled musket!
Currently, the firearm was a rather primitive matchlock musket, it belonged to the type that required a long time to reload. However, as soon as the rider pulled out his gun, the slow match automatically ignited. The pitch-black muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at Sheyan, producing a loud bang. Smoke curled up from the muzzle, as the hairs on Sheyan's back stood erect. His eyes widened abruptly, as he witnessed the contestant running at the front, who was trying his best to dodge. But after the gunshot, his entire upper body exploded into a mangled mess of flesh and blood!
This scene was like a huge watermelon being crushed by an irresistible force. Flesh and bones were incomparably tragically blasted into small pieces, as the pedestrians and shops within a 7-8 metre radius were smeared with a layer of crimson and mournful stench!
Strangely, the lower body of the contestant was unharmed. After his upper body exploded, his legs ran for several steps before he lost his balance, as he collapsed onto the street. Fresh blood flowed out from his wound, slowly forming a small crimson pool.
Witnessing such a horrifying scene, one could imagine the feelings in the hearts of the contestants. They glanced at each other, as they frantically screamed, before fleeing in different directions. Two of them ran to a place near the sea, as they pushed out a small boat. Like stray dogs, they ferociously paddled towards the sea. Obviously, they had grasped the weakness of the guard and the rider being unable to enter the water. Although the galloping speed of the great horse was fast, the small boat was already 50-60 metres away from the shore.
Just when everyone thought that the knight was at his wit's end, he suddenly pulled on the reins! The great horse reared up, as it issued a mournful neigh. Icy blue chilling air gushed out from its mouth, nose and ears. Under the afternoon sun, the chilling air was sparkling and translucent, as it sparkled with a lustrous glow. It gave one the illusion of an icy chill.
Then, the great horse leapt with all its might, as it plummeted towards the sea! Its hooves were at least the size of a washbasin. When it touched the water surface, a layer of light blue ice instantly condensed on the surface of the sea. Although one could clearly see the surging sea below, the great horse had already raised its hooves and galloped. A layer of dense white fog surrounded its hooves, as it froze the sea 2-3 metres away. After the great horse galloped, the layer of ice behind it rapidly melted away. From afar, it looked like a white ice road had opened up in the sea, directly leading to the small boat that was escaping.
In a short span of 10 seconds, the two dumbstruck contestants on the small boat were chased up. It seemed like they still intended to resist, but the rider on the horse pulled out his western rapier with a clang. With lightning speed, he raised the rapier up high, and thrusted it out in an arc! The movements of the two contestants instantly stagnated, before blood flashed. The two of them were sent flying like straws, and were skewered alive by the western rapier!
"Ah!!!!" The rider on the horse released a venting roar, as his voice reverberated throughout the entire port. "Receive the wrath of the Fokke family! Scum and maggots! "
"Is that Little Fokke?" Sheyan heard a pirate asking his comrade. His comrade was obviously knowledgeable, as he lowered his voice and replied.
"That's right, he is the third generation successor of the Fokke family. That horse is called Momore, it is said that a devil's soul is parasitic in its body. It was once Bernard Fokke's mount, and only the successor of the Fokke family can ride it."
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