Sheyan nodded faintly, as he sliced off a large piece of roasted meat from the grill in front of him. He sprinkled some spices on it and chewed heartily. After eating, he clapped his hands and shouted loudly in response to the drunken pirates beside him. Then, he linked arms with them and danced a horn flute dance; singing unscrupulous and explicit songs. It appeared as though he had no intention of moving. That pirate waited for half a day, finally seizing the opportunity when Sheyan sat down to rest, he couldn't help but ask.
"Although this is presumptuous, but Mr Yan, it seems like there are two big shots waiting for you?"
Sheyan turned his head, smiling.
"What is your name?"
"Sauron."
"Mr Sauron, if they truly wish to speak with me, then they should take the initiative to look for me, and not casually order me around like a servant. In the entire Caribbean sea, the only one who has the authority to do so is our stingy but great Captain Ammand! Because when I pledged my loyalty to him, I bestowed him with this authority. "
Sheyan did not hesitate to seriously reply. The new pirate did not reply, but stared dumbstruck at the scene behind Sheyan. At this moment, a low and dull voice drifted in.
"Crew head, the next time you talk about me in front of others, remember to remove the word 'stingy' in front of 'great'."
This voice ….. was shockingly Ammand's! Sheyan did not expect to bump into him here and now, as he turned around in shock, he saw Scarface Harry who was standing beside Ammand tossing a heavy object over. Sheyan caught it, discovering that it was an astonishingly heavy money pouch, with a shake, it produced a 'hualala hualala' sound. Opening it up, a dazzling golden light shone out, it was filled to the brim with sterling pounds, there were at least a hundred of them. Regrettably, these sterling pounds were marked as a currency that could only be used in this world, if not, they could be sold to the nightmare realm for tens of thousands of utility points.
"Have fun." Ammand was obviously very satisfied with Sheyan's reply, his back was ramrod straight as he walked towards the Bell and Mug. Sheyan's heart tightened, obviously, the pirates had successfully sold off the goods they plundered. Moreover, the pirates had already divided the spoils, if not where would Ammand find so many gold pounds to throw at them? This undoubtedly represented that the merchants of Tortuga port were preparing to return, it also indicated that the matter of the Lord's wife's disappearance was about to be exposed.
Even though he believed that he had handled this matter flawlessly, and there were no modern technology like fingerprints or DNA, but his heart still had a faint apprehension. Honestly speaking, Sheyan's greatest reliance was: If the worst case scenario happened, Tortuga port really had some magical means to expose the truth. His evil deed of murdering the Lord's wife would be pushed to the heart of the storm, but Jack Sparrow's affair with her would most likely be exposed!
When the time comes, it would be hard to say who would be the greatest target of Lord Fokke's vengeance. Nevertheless, Sheyan reckoned that Lord Fokke's vengeance would be greater than his wife's vengeance. Hence, even though this was a matter of life and death, he couldn't afford to make any mistakes! But Sheyan still did it without hesitation. In the realm, if he didn't take risks, how could he reap such bountiful rewards?
While Sheyan's mind was anxiously pondering, his side suddenly tightened, a tall and sturdy figure sat down next to him. Sheyan turned around to look, discovering that it was a middle aged man with white hair. His face had a mix of Indian and Caucasian features, his nose was slightly hooked like an eagle's, but his gentle gaze effectively diluted that malicious feeling. This middle aged man was holding onto a leather wine bag with a double headed eagle embroidered on it. He smiled at Sheyan, then raised the bag and drank a mouthful.
Sheyan was already adept at dealing with such situations. He returned a smile, then raised his wineskin and drank a mouthful in return. That middle aged man's eyes brightened up, probing as he asked:
"Seaman Yan from the east? Fighting one on one with the decaying undead and even killing its warrior? “
Sheyan's heart skipped a beat, he already understood the identity of this middle aged man, smiling as he raised his own wine bag:
"Nice to meet you, Mr Barry. “
The second officer of the Flying Dutchman, Old Barry, let out a hearty laugh:
"Originally I had some suspicions about you being able to deal with such a monster, but now it seems like your reputation is not in vain."
Sheyan very honestly replied:
"I have to clarify a detail that many people may have overlooked. That decaying undead's head suffered a serious injury, and its controller wasn't present. If not, the one killed would definitely be me."
Old Barry nodded and said:
"The second question in my heart has been answered by your words. Very good kid, your honesty has earned my respect. Frankly speaking, I am very interested in any suspicious items on this disgusting creature. If you coincidentally have any, then believe me, you will receive a generous reward. “
Sheyan smiled, he obviously wasn't a child that could be coaxed by a few words. He then raised his left hand. On the middle finger of his left hand, he was wearing that extremely horrifying and disgusting decaying bone ring. This object was obviously one of the 'suspicious items' that Old Barry described. Sheyan used it as a touchstone, to see how much the generous reward was.
Old Barry took Sheyan's left hand, frowning as he carefully examined it. After a while, he clicked his tongue and said:
"This should be made from the decaying undead's bones. Although it doesn't seem to have much value, but I've decided to give you 3 pounds sterling. How about it? This price will definitely give you a pleasant surprise! "
After Sheyan heard this price, he immediately silently labeled this old man as a pervert in his heart. He immediately understood that all the enthusiasm was just a facade. Once it involved something substantial, he would have to rely on his charm attribute to pave the way. Regrettably, Sheyan's charm was merely a few points, obviously it wasn't enough for this famous second mate to be so generous.
Just like this light blue ring 'Decaying Bone Ring' that increased strength and physique, if he returned it to the realm, it could be sold for at least 1000 utility points. Yet this Old Barry was extremely generous, yet he only offered 3 pounds sterling. Moreover, it was the type of pound sterling that couldn't be brought out of this world! The disparity between this was huge, even compared to the difference between A and D grade, it wasn't inferior at all. Old Barry's character was completely exposed, needless to say.
Since he discovered that the one in front of him was a generous miser, Sheyan's interest waned. He smiled insincerely and raised the bag that Scarface Harry had tossed over.
"Respected Mr Barry, if you have similar rings, I'll offer 4 pounds sterling to purchase, however many you have! How about it? "
Even if Old Barry was intelligent, he was still embarrassed by Sheyan's actions. But his skin was naturally dark, even if he blushed, it couldn't be seen. Sheyan had already seen through his character, he was too lazy to talk nonsense, directly taking out the mission object 'Still Beating Heart'. This mysterious yet disgusting object immediately caused the surrounding pirates to gasp in shock. Old Barry's pupils contracted, forcefully swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Sheyan very bluntly said.
"You old man are experienced and knowledgeable, the amount of salt you've eaten is more than the amount of rice we've seen. Of course you know the preciousness of this object … … I won't waste any more words, if you can't take out what I want, then I believe there will be someone who can recognize it."
Speaking till here, Sheyan's eyes flickered.
"I forgot to tell you something, just now Wackett from the Queen Anne's Revenge brought a message over, saying that the great captain Blackbeard wants to have a chat with me."
Old Barry's expression turned gloomy.
"What do you want?"
Sheyan shrugged his shoulders.
"That depends on what you have."
Old Barry glared at Sheyan, coldly saying.
"Young man, aren't you afraid your appetite will be too big and eat till you're full?"
Such a threatening tone undoubtedly displeased Sheyan. His lips curled into a contemptuous smirk as he stood up. "That's right. That's right.
"Very well, looks like I have to pay a visit to the respected Captain Blackbeard. “
Seeing that Sheyan wasn't moved by force or persuasion, and really stood up to walk towards the direction of the Queen Anne's Revenge, Old Barry instantly tensed up. He couldn't help but stomped his feet in exasperation as he roared.
"You idiot! Blackbeard will devour you till not even your bones will be left! "
Sheyan casually shrugged his shoulders.
"Then he will have to face the wrath of the Son of the Black Sea, Ammand. After all, I'm a qualified boatswain. It won't be easy to find a replacement for me."
Facing such a Sheyan, Old Bill could only sigh as he stood up and said.
"Alright, alright, you win. Let's go to the side and talk. “
Sheyan casually replied.
"Of course no problem, but I have to remind you, a person's patience is limited. You've just used 3 pounds sterling to challenge my fragile patience and intelligence, I don't wish for there to be a next time. If not, believe me, you'll bid farewell to this heart forever. " “
Old Barry's facial muscles twitched, as if his flesh was being gouged out. Just like how Sheyan already understood his character, this second officer also understood the character of this damned eastern sailor. He was the type that was the most difficult to deal with. Old Bill sighed helplessly, reaching into his bosom, he fished out an old looking flat wine flask.
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