As the saying goes, you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder. What Blind Matt didn't know was that Sheyan was merely treating this crew head position as a springboard, and definitely didn't have any intention to retire and collect a pension. Hence, Blind Matt's suggestion hit it off with Sheyan. Sheyan forked out 10 pounds sterling, and obtained the opportunity to practice his' basic footwork 'for 3 consecutive mornings with Blind Matt. Every practice had a 30% chance of upgrading his' basic footwork 'ability, but the highest degree of improvement wouldn't exceed Blind Matt's' basic footwork lvl 3 '.
Blind Matt was extremely impatient, because in terms of organization and direct confrontation, he knew he wasn't Sheyan's opponent. Hence, this opportunity to practice footwork was a rare opportunity for him to showcase his strengths. Hence, even though there weren't many pirates left on the ship, he still requested Sheyan to practice for an hour. Sheyan responded positively to his request, and the final outcome was to the delight of both of them. Sheyan successfully obtained a 30% chance of upgrading his' basic footwork 'to lvl 2, while Blind Matt successfully used his nimble footwork to contrast against Sheyan's clumsiness, winning round after round of exclamations from the pirates.
After upgrading his' basic footwork ', Sheyan could finally make up for his shortcoming in close combat. The 3 most important attributes in close combat were undoubtedly strength, agility and physique. Strength determined one's might and ability to suppress the enemy. Agility was the embodiment of speed, while physique determined how long one could last in battle. In terms of this world's difficulty, Sheyan's strength of 12 (Not counting the title bonus, due to limitations) could be considered above average. His HP of 170 points could be considered extremely outstanding. Only that measly 8 points of agility was his weakest point.
In the present world, there was a very philosophical wooden barrel principle. That is, how much water a wooden barrel could hold, wasn't determined by the longest wooden barrel plank, but by the shortest wooden barrel plank. Presently, Sheyan's' basic footwork 'had been upgraded to lvl 2, undoubtedly his overall strength had risen by a notch. Furthermore, he still had 2 chances to practice with Blind Matt, if he could grab hold of this opportunity to upgrade his' basic footwork ', then it would undoubtedly be of great help to Sheyan's future plans.
After settling these trivial matters, Sheyan went back to the ship to test out his musket, to see if he could nurture his' basic long range combat 'ability. Regrettably, he obviously didn't have any talent in this aspect, his accuracy against targets over 5 metres away was horrendous. It seemed like even if the entire stock of the Bell and Mug was wiped clean, there wouldn't be any improvement. Instead, Chris wanted to sneakily fire a few shots to satisfy his craving. But the long legged second officer Robben immediately stood up, sternly stopping this act of wasting public property, even though a minute ago he was still eagerly helping Sheyan reload the gun for the test firing.
To these pirates, the current gloomy weather was equivalent to a paid holiday. Most pirate captains would allow their ships to anchor at the port, allowing their underlings to vent to their heart's content. Of course, the side effect would be spending every penny in their pockets on sex, alcohol and gambling. Once the weather cleared up, these destitute scum would howl loudly, their morale soaring as they ferociously pounced towards the riches of the merchant ships.
Therefore, even for someone as strict as Ammand, he could only train his subordinates for an hour or so every morning, before letting them scramble to rush to bars and casinos. Otherwise, these savage and boorish pirates would not be able to endure such 'tyranny' and flee. After all, to pirates, this was still the period of 'economic recovery'. Every pirate ship would continue to recruit people, and a veteran pirate who dared to fight and risk his life would still be very welcome if he wanted to find a job.
Staying alone on an empty pirate ship was meaningless. Sheyan decided to disembark and head to the bar to try his luck. While he was at it, he wanted to see if he could find any hidden missions or encounter a pirate with high compatibility with himself. But regretfully, after wasting an entire 2 hours, he realized that this attempt was like trying to win the lottery. At this moment, Sheyan suddenly recalled the old tattered cross he obtained from the deal with Old Bill. It was said that object was the token of a master alchemist. At that time, he had neglected this deal, because Old Bill wasn't a kind and honest person. Sheyan's crazy exploitation had obviously left a bad impression on him. Therefore, Sheyan didn't attach much importance to this so-called master alchemist. But now that he didn't know what to do with his free time, Sheyan could only take a look to pass the time.
Under the guidance of a pirate, Sheyan walked along the mottled stone road towards the eastern end of the port. Because of the wind and rain, the beautiful and flat road of the port on a sunny day had now turned into a dense stone swamp. If one wasn't careful while walking, the broken stone slabs under one's feet would spew out a muddy water, splashing all over one's pants. Don't even mention the passing horse carriages.
From the deep ruts on the stone slabs, one could tell that the main road of the port hadn't been maintained for at least 20 years. Obviously, the ruling Fokke family didn't place their attention on the maintenance of the port. From this, it could be seen that the decline of Tortuga port wasn't accidental. If it wasn't for the solid foundation laid down by the ancestors, it would be a miracle for it to last till now.
Although the impression of alchemy was mostly related to various materials and medicines, but in reality, it was only a branch of alchemy. The origin of alchemy was people's desire for a beautiful and rare precious metal like gold. Therefore, every alchemist's ultimate dream and research was to research on how to convert cheap metals like lead, iron and copper into gold. And on the long path of alchemy, it also laid down the foundation of modern chemistry.
Right now in front of Sheyan was a typical alchemist's house. The densely packed windows allowed the poisonous gases to rapidly disperse out. The pointed roof of the house increased the size of the attic, this undoubtedly allowed for more materials to be stored. The surrounding mottled black walls indicated that this place was frequently on fire, but it seemed like the speed of extinguishing the fire was as fast as the speed of the fire.
Sheyan knocked on the sturdy and thick oak door in front of him, but there was no response. The feedback was the sound of flapping wings, and then the door silently opened. There wasn't the creaking sound that Sheyan expected. What welcomed him was an owl that was hung in a beech wood birdcage. It tilted its head, using a pair of emerald green eyes to stare at Sheyan. Sheyan also noticed that the area here was huge, on the side of the table were various used crystal beakers, test tubes, distillers, and even half drunk coffee. There was also a plate that seemed to have dried up tomato sauce ….. luckily there weren't any flies flying around, if not he would have to salute the strong digestive system of the owner of this place.
An old man wearing a pointed black hat was sitting 5 metres away behind an experiment table. Hearing the sound, he raised his head, his gaze penetrated through the dirty test tube in front of him. The dark green boiling liquid was lit up by an alcohol lamp as it shone onto Sheyan's face. Obviously Sheyan's pitiful charm didn't have any positive effects, this old man with a face full of wrinkles sternly said.
"Get out! This place doesn't welcome any boorish and stupid people! "
Sheyan helplessly fished out that tattered cross, dangling it on his finger as he waved it around. The old man stared blankly for a moment, stretching out his hand as if he wanted to verify the authenticity of the cross. After a while, he impatiently said.
"Looks like Old Bill owes you a favour ….. but he didn't tell you, he still owes the great alchemist Mr Bacon 10 pounds right? “
Sheyan was stunned.
"What does that have to do with me? “
Bacon coldly replied.
"Since Old Bill has gifted this cross to you, that means he will not patronize my business anymore. That loan has become a dead debt, of course it will fall on you to repay it. “
Sheyan still wanted to argue, but very quickly he realized it was futile. In front of this weird old man, there were only two paths, one was to turn around and walk out, the other was to obediently hand over the 10 pounds. If he continued to argue, he wouldn't even have the chance to hand over the 10 pounds. After paying a sizable sum, Sheyan finally obtained the right to enjoy the services of an alchemist.
Under Bacon's indication, Sheyan sat on a stool by the side. On the wall beside him, there was a very strange mural. A sinister smiling sun with a long beard, and a crescent moon with a string of small bells hanging from it. In the world of alchemy, the sun represented gold, and the moon represented silver. This mural symbolized the two ultimate goals of the alchemist world. Just as Sheyan was wondering if sitting on this stool was a waste of time, the table in front of him suddenly emitted a blazing black smoke. Following that, words started to appear on the table. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to come to * * (qidian.com) to vote. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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