At present, Sheyan's heart was brimming with astonishment.
At present, there were neither radars nor planes to scout the area. How did the vikings find his men so easily? One must understand, the Hill Maiden could only sail in coastal waters and was practically crippled. Furthermore, he had brought away the majority of his main forces. If those pirates were to find him, his remaining subordinates would most likely be hanged and massacred by Ammand. Not a single one would be left alive, and his ship would naturally be burnt to ashes.
That pirate replied in astonishment.
"Ammand didn't find us. However, the seven vikings came looking for us. They said that they could sense the aura of their tribe's sacred sacrificial tool. Although it had vanished, it had remained at the place where we anchored our ship. Therefore, they were able to locate it easily.
In this instance, many thoughts flashed through Sheyan's mind. He immediately asked.
"How was their attitude towards you?"
That pirate pondered a little before replying.
"Very ordinary right?"
Sheyan and Mogensha glanced at each other and felt even more uneasy. Viking pirates were famed for their barbarity and craziness. Sheyan had just brazenly slaughtered their tribe's high ranking leader a day ago, yet the next day, those vikings were treating Sheyan's subordinates with an ordinary attitude. This was practically as inconceivable as a prostitute not wearing a short skirt! Sheyan pondered a little before instructing.
"Go back and tell Philip. If those vikings wish to find me, then they have to wait. Furthermore, don't receive them with special courtesy. Just treat them normally. Whatever our ordinary crew eats, they will eat as well. Don't give them any special treatment. "
The pirate opened his mouth, but finally nodded and said, "That's right.
"Yes, Boss. I will definitely pass on your orders."
Sheyan turned to look at Blacksail.
"You have to make a trip back. I'm afraid Philip can't handle them alone."
Blacksail nodded.
"Yes boss, I'll head back now."
Sheyan pondered over the viking's intentions as he walked. Soon enough, they arrived at the Sherfield Trading Company. The old butler of the governor's mansion was no longer present. Instead, it was replaced by a man with a face full of hardships. From the thick calluses between his thumb and index finger, one could tell they were formed from the friction of wielding a sword for a long time at sea. Yet, such a person was wearing a wig that was popular among the upper class nobles. He was wearing a snow green cardigan with the front lapel, which made him look very out of place.
After inspecting Sheyan's token, the man inquired if Sheyan had anything to auction. Then, he requested Sheyan to produce proof of at least 5,000 guineas of liquid funds. Finally, he told Sheyan that he could only bring two people in, and led him to the back.
A row of carriages were parked behind the trading company. The man instructed the coachman a few words, then closed the carriage doors and pulled the curtains tightly. He instructed Party Ace not to open the curtains, or else they would be disqualified. Then, he allowed Party Ace to board the carriage.
After galloping for a short while, the carriage finally came to a halt at an exceedingly spacious courtyard. The surrounding walls were tall brambles, and the houses within the courtyard appeared rather old.
However, after walking along the path, he saw that the interior was quite well decorated. It was basically similar to a church, but the atmosphere was somewhat similar to a cocktail party, with a bit of a salon for friends. The surrounding windows were also tightly covered. Inside, there were silver candlesticks lit with candles. However, the wooden chairs were replaced with two-seater or three-seater sofas.
After Sheyan sat down, a female servant walked over to him and said, "That's right. A silver coffee set was placed before them. Truthfully speaking, Reef was already considered a member of a wealthy family. Yet, he was still stunned by this complicated set of equipment.
As it turns out, the coffee here wasn't brewed directly from a coffee pot, but a special drip coffee cup. Underneath, an ancient printed glass cup was used to hold the coffee, allowing them to watch the coffee drip down one drop at a time, as they leisurely waited. During the brewing process, a drip cup would be placed on the bottom of the glass cup. Coffee powder would be placed within the drip cup, and a metal plate with holes would be pressed onto it. Finally, hot water would be poured into the cup, allowing the coffee to drip into the cup.
Furthermore, when brewing the hot coffee, the cup would be placed in a large bowl filled with boiling water to keep it warm. After dripping a cup of coffee, the hot coffee would cool down after 10 minutes. Finally, the drinker would be asked. If they preferred bitter, then the original coffee would be served. But if they preferred something sweeter, then a layer of very very sweet condensed milk would be added under the cup. After the coffee dripped into the cup, the black coffee and white condensed milk would be mixed together.
Merely drinking a cup of coffee would be so ostentatious. One could tell that the organizer of this auction had put in a lot of thought, and definitely wouldn't be careless. The rest of the participants also relaxed as they slowly savored the coffee, chatting and laughing loudly. Roughly half an hour later, one could still see people carrying heavy chests to the back. Evidently, they were still intensely preparing for various tasks.
Finally, an old man dressed in a black swallow-tailed coat walked up to the auction stage. Sheyan recognized this man, he was the old butler of the Sherfield Trading Company. No wonder he had the qualifications to invite Sheyan to participate in this auction. Then, a beautiful young lady walked up to the front stage.
Upon seeing this young lady, Sheyan was instantly startled. She looked extremely familiar, and her facial features were shockingly similar to the governor's daughter, Miss Elizabeth. One could tell she had meticulously dressed up.
She wore a tight whalebone skirt, causing her waist to appear even more slender. However, the price she paid was breathing difficulties and her waist was abnormally straight. This era didn't pay much attention to a woman's ample bosom, but they still faintly flaunted their cleavage.
Her head was covered with a translucent white circular sunscarf, and her flaxen colored hair was tied into a braid that hung down to her fair chest. Of course, it couldn't be separated from the fan in her hand, and the edges of the fan were adorned with white colored gauze.
"Oh, her name is written on the name card, Yurena Swann. That young lady should be Elizabeth Swann's cousin right? Speaking of which, this old butler McKinney Swann should be related to governor Swann by blood. Indeed, relatives are more trustworthy. Therefore, it isn't strange for sisters to resemble each other. "
While pondering, Sheyan suddenly noticed a familiar person. Although this person was familiar, he wasn't necessarily friendly to Sheyan. He was the one who had clashed with Sheyan in Tortuga, Mister Skrtel.
Unexpectedly, Mister Skrtel was first embarrassed upon seeing Sheyan. Following that, he chuckled and nodded enthusiastically. At present, Skrtel was flanked by two thick-waisted bodyguards, who stared vigilantly at Sheyan. Of course, the unlucky Alan Dale wasn't among the ranks of the bodyguards.
Sheyan was also a character who climbed along with the snake. Upon seeing Skrtel's goodwill, he took the initiative to sit down. After greeting him, Sheyan beamed and asked.
"I've returned to this country for ten years. After returning this time, I don't recognize many people. I wonder if Mister Skrtel could help me introduce them."
Skrtel was taken aback, before bursting into laughter. He was a typical businessman, such 'guidance' didn't require any cost, and could even ease the relationship between both parties. Hence, he pushed the boat along with the current, and began introducing Sheyan.
"That brat with a severed leg is also a pirate, called Bloodshark. He's a lone wolf, and doesn't belong to any organization. However, he's extremely principled in his dealings. As long as a merchant ship doesn't resist, he'll only collect 20% of the profits. Because of this, merchants would directly pay him ….."
"That brat over there is Wahab, hailing from the Arabian world. His identity is rather mysterious."
Upon hearing 'Arabian world', Sheyan was instantly stumped. Perhaps, this brat was Ammand's representative! The more he pondered, the more likely it seemed. He couldn't help but steal a few more glances. Instead, Wahab had a sluggish expression as he silently stared at the coffee cup before him, as though his entire world was contained within that cup.
"That should be the gypsy representative. Because she's wearing a veil, I can't tell who she is."
Sheyan observed the veiled woman, and indeed discovered that all gypsy women were similar. Mysterious, bizarre, and aged under the veil. Her identity could only be distinguished by the size of her crystal ball or the colour of her veil. Instead, that woman's gaze was as incisive as needles, brimming with provocation and warning. When his gaze landed on Sheyan's face, it was filled with an even more malicious intent. It was as if every glance was a powerful curse!
Sheyan didn't mind as he shrugged his shoulders. His dealings with the gypsies had always been a fair trade, and neither party had received favors from the other. Moreover, these women were extremely rude, vicious and tyrannical, and Sheyan didn't have a favorable impression of them.
At this moment, another three individuals strolled in. The one walking in front sported a curved beard, and was dressed in gorgeous attire. His every movement carried an indescribable haughtiness, as though even after death, he would still raise his head and raise his chin. Upon seeing those three individuals, Skrtel's expression changed slightly.
"Why is that brat here? He actually dares to set foot on British soil?"
Sheyan curiously asked.
"Even pirates can come, why can't he?"
Skrtel earnestly replied.
"Because they are spaniards, and one of the most prominent merchants in spain! Fernandes! "
Upon hearing that name, Sheyan's memories were still fresh in his mind. Years ago, when he was under Ammand, he had plundered the merchant ship of this wealthy gentleman, and that formidable decaying undead. Who would have thought that he would be able to witness his true appearance today. (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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