Chicken drumsticks in sauce.
Beef shredded with hands.
Toast.
Cream cake.
Shrimp salad.
Thick cut steak.
Irin ate a round in silence, not wasting any food.
Nolando couldn't help but laugh when he saw the beautiful Lady Elisabeth Ling wolfing down her food without any ladylike image.
Irin was almost done eating.
He began to think.
Elisabeth Ling was a "character". The current information that Irin could obtain could be summarized into the following points.
Female.
Hot figure.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, Caucasian.
The fiancée of a certain governor that Nolando mentioned.
Her identity seemed to be more noble?
But whether it was because of her fiancée or because of her noble birth, this still needed to be considered.
Although the beginning of this trial was more shocking and unexpected, it was generally comfortable.
At least until now, Irin hadn't encountered any great danger and had a sumptuous dinner.
Combined with the conclusion that Irin carefully analyzed in front of the mirror not long ago, Irin's current information was extremely limited.
To be safe … Let's test the character of "Elisabeth Ling" first.
Hmm … If she imitates a woman's tone, is she Ling Yiyi's type? Or is she Mo Mengmeng's type?
Or is it … something else?
Irin decided to test it out a little.
So, Irin put down the knife and fork in his hand.
"Ah ~ I'm not going to tell you that this dinner was delicious!"
Pfft —
Nolando: "???"
Nolando spat out a mouthful of red wine.
Clang.
Cough cough.
Irin's face showed a matter-of-fact expression.
There was also a hint of relief.
It seemed that the Mengmeng type was quite rare. Fortunately, it wasn't. If this "Elisabeth Ling" had that kind of personality, it would be too tiring to pretend.
Thinking of this, Irin smiled at Nolando. "Sorry, Mr. Nolando, I was just joking."
"Joking, joking?" Nolando's eyes widened. When he came back to his senses, he found that the knife and fork in his hand had fallen inelegantly on the plate. He hurriedly picked up the knife and fork again, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. "Uh, Ms. Elisabeth Ling, you're really, really humorous."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Hmm? From the looks of it, he seemed to have a normal personality.
That's good.
Just as Irin was hesitating about whether she should use another personality to test the character of "Elisabeth Rin".
A young Marine walked nervously from the direction of the watchtower towards the place where Irin and Norland were eating.
He leaned over and was about to say something in Nolando's ear.
Norlando, however, put on a stern face and reprimanded, "Lady Elisabeth Ling is the future Governor's wife, not an outsider. Besides, it's rude to whisper in front of a beautiful lady. Remember, we are elegant gentlemen."
"This …" The young soldier hesitated for a moment, but he didn't dare retort. He said loudly, "Reporting to Lord Viscount, our fleet's route is about to pass through the waters near Tegatu Island. This is a sea area where pirates often appear. Our brothers are worried …"
Hearing this, Norland could not help but smile and wave his hand. "Don't worry, we're a fleet. Those despicable and dirty pirates can't wait to run when they see the flag of our Royal Navy. Why would they dare to rush up?"
"But …"
The young Marine hesitated.
“？”
"Lord Viscount, have you forgotten …" The young Marine glanced at Irin and quickly looked away. Originally, he wanted to say this quietly, but then he remembered Norland's order to "not whisper in front of a lady", so he said loudly, "Isn't there a legend at sea that 'bringing a woman on board will bring bad luck'? That's why we're worried …"
"Humph!" Norland glared at him. His gaze was sharp, and his aura soared, scaring the young Marine into trembling.
"Who still believes in that old legend? We are the invincible Royal Navy! "
"Moreover, before we set sail, I had already expected this, so I specially let this ship blessed by the Goddess of Luck set sail. Hehe, don't forget the name of this ship."
"Lucky!"
Irin: "…"
The young soldier suddenly realized.
He secretly thought that the young and promising Viscount Norland was indeed prophetic.
Even such a thing was considered so thoroughly!
Awesome!
After the young Marine left.
Irin asked in a low voice, "Bringing a woman on board will bring bad luck???"
Norland had an apologetic look on his face. "That's an old and weird legend from many years ago. Lady Elizabeth has never been to the sea before, so it's normal that she doesn't know."
After pausing for a moment, Noland explained nonchalantly, "Ever since a damned bastard pirate glued the broken 'Neptune's Trident' back together, there have been a lot of strange legends on the sea. Ghost ship, fog sea, ghost island, death curse on the reef, and demon —"
Suddenly.
Norland's expression froze and stopped abruptly, as if he had said something that shouldn't be said, and quickly changed the topic. "But I don't think Lady Elizabeth should be interested. After all, these are just some unfounded legends. Those damn pirates floating on the sea with nothing to do, they always like to spread these boring scare tricks."
Demon?
Irin silently kept an eye on it.
But because he was worried about ruining his image, he didn't continue to ask questions.
Legend?
Hehe.
Irin laughed in his heart.
It seemed that this world wasn't as simple as it seemed on the surface, where the navy caught the pirates and the eagle caught the chick.
Norland saw Irin lowering her head, and her beautiful face outlined a worried expression. He couldn't help but comfort her in a low voice, "Lady Elizabeth, you can rest assured. Even if the legend is true, bringing a woman on board will bring bad luck. I believe that this' Lucky 'can lead this fleet to eliminate the so-called bad luck!"
"…"
Suddenly.
Boom!
A thunderous roar suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.
Immediately after, a dazzling bolt of lightning tore through the sky, reflecting on Norland's face, revealing a shocked expression.
Irin turned his head abruptly.
In the direction of the fleet's advance, it was unknown when, but it was filled with thunderclouds. Unknowingly, they had barged into the sea filled with thunderclouds!
Just now, when the lookout had secretly come to report!
In just a short while!
Irin and the poor Norland, at this moment, seemed to have a tacit understanding, and a sentence flashed through their minds at the same time.
— "Bringing a woman on board will bring bad luck."
Norland stood up abruptly.
The 'Lucky' trembled violently.
Raging waves rose on the surface of the sea.
"Full right rudder!!!! Turn! Turn! "
"Report, report, report, report, Lord Viscount! It's too late! The sea breeze and currents have brought us into the thundercloud area!! "
Bang!!
The 'Lucky' warship suddenly tilted 45 degrees to one direction with a loud bang.
What, what, what happened again?
On the ship.
Suddenly, someone pointed to the sea in despair and shouted, "It's a vortex! A vortex! We're finished! "
"…"
Irin stood up expressionlessly.
…
…
At night.
Tortuga Island.
This was an island shaped like a tortoise.
In the entire Caribbean Sea, this island was extremely famous, and had the beautiful name of 'Turtle Island'.
However, the reason why this island was famous was not because of its tortoise shape.
It was because, at some point in time, this place had become a gathering place for pirates. Chaos, disorder, it could be called a paradise for lawless fanatics.
No one knew that beyond the horizon, an elite Royal Navy fleet had met with a calamity not long ago.
No one knew that a certain handsome, confident, young, and promising Lord Viscount had a complicated mood before he met with this calamity.
"Yoho ~ Let's change course together ~ Raise the ship's flag ~"
"Pull ah ~ Thieves and beggars ~ We will never die ~"
"The King and his subordinates secretly grabbed the Queen from her bed and bound her to her bones ~ Burp ~"
"We have the sea and the power ~ Where should we wander ~"
A drunken pirate held a bottle of rum in his hand as he staggered towards the port.
There were many ships docked at the port.
The ships were hung with black skull flags of different styles.
— 'Pirate Flag'.
"Burp ~"
"Yoho ~"
The drunken pirate hummed a tone-deaf ballad, his face flushed with intoxication.
Walking to the edge of the port, he staggered and lost his grip on the bottle of rum in his hand. It fell to the ground and instantly shattered into glass shards.
"F * ck!"
This sudden unforeseen event caused the cash-strapped pirate to sober up. Looking at the rum rapidly seeping into the stone floor, he couldn't help but curse. "Motherf * ckers! It's all because of those damned bitches! They didn't even mention it when they came, causing this daddy to run a red light. That's why I'm so unlucky! "
"Burp ~ Looks like these few days aren't suitable for sailing ….. unlucky!"
All of a sudden.
The drunken pirate gazed towards the sea.
"Eh? Drank too much? "
He subconsciously rubbed his eyes.
In the darkness of the night, a wooden barrel was silently drifting towards the port of Tortuga.
Of course.
The wooden barrel wasn't the main point.
The main point was …..
There seemed to be another person beside the wooden barrel?
Wait a minute?
It seemed to be a woman?
Why would there be a woman carrying a wooden barrel and drifting over from the sea?
This was the paradise of pirates ….. Tortuga!
"Heh? A woman? "
The pirate suddenly snickered and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, nearly losing his footing and falling into the sea.
Rum and women would forever be the unchanging main theme of the pirate community.
Under the constant calls, the pitiful woman that had floated to Turtle Island with the wooden bucket finally reached the shore.
"Ah, pitiful woman!"
The drunken pirate hurriedly wiped his hands on his body and walked forward. He discovered that the beautiful woman was completely drenched, her clothes sticking to her body. It was simply … …
Perfect!
"Beautiful lady, may I ask if you ~ burp ~ need the help of a strong man?"
"Alright!"
The woman smiled faintly and extended her small white hand towards the pirate lord.
“！”
Plop.
[Obtained chaos value + 36!]
A number without any surprise.
Irin silently sheathed his dagger.
In an instant, she transformed back into a weak and helpless woman.
On the port.
There was an ancient signboard. The words on it seemed to have weathered many years of exposure to the sun and rain, but could still be barely deciphered.
"Tortuga."
Irin didn't understand.
But the official translation was –
"Tortoise."
For some unknown reason, the moment Irin saw the official translation, he inexplicably recalled Li Changge being tied up into a strange shape that night.
Irin lowered his head to look at the curves on his body. It obstructed his vision greatly.
"So troublesome."
Irin lowered his head and muttered, before gradually fading into the darkness.
… …
… …
Today was a fine day.
The warm sunlight projected a gorgeous light onto the surface of the sea. Looking from afar, it appeared as though gold had been sprinkled onto the sea.
Waves of seagulls hovered over the horizon.
The seagulls were sometimes arranged in a 'human' character, sometimes in a 'bird' character, and sometimes in a 'bulge' character. They looked extremely smug.
Yo.
This was Tortuga Island.
A paradise for pirates.
Near the port of Tortuga Island, there was an extremely famous pirate tavern called 'The Hot Rose.'
"Fiery Rose."
The reason why the Fiery Rose Bar was famous was because it was the only tavern in the entire Tortuga Island that was barely able to continue operating.
As for the others?
After so many years, they had long been torn down by drunken pirates.
Inside the bar.
It was still a mess.
But no matter who it was, such a messy scene wouldn't be strange. If pirates knew their place, they wouldn't be pirates.
"Fuck me! Who the hell drank this lord's wine? "
"This daddy here is a legendary great pirate who roams the Pirates of the Caribbean, with 9999 subordinates under my command."
Bang!
A wine bottle flew out from a corner, directly knocking this' legendary great pirate 'unconscious as he laid on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
"Hahahaha! Cheers! Cheers! "
"Let's not go home until we're drunk yo ~"
A neatly dressed young lad with delicate features shuttled through the crowd.
He adeptly dodged all sorts of flying wine bottles, bullets, gold coins, underwear, hats and drunkards.
The handsome young lad Irin served a cup of wine to one of the tables, before wiping the sweat off his forehead. With a voice that only he could hear, he muttered to himself. "Although this can train my 'psychokinesis', the consumption is indeed too great. Forget it, I'll hide and rest for a while."
Irin took a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly.
He looked at his chest expressionlessly.
Those two lumps were really the source of his troubles. Irin spent a few days before he was finally able to breathe normally in this "squashed" posture.
At this moment.
At one of the tables in the corner.
Two down-and-out pirates, drinking cheap rum, were whispering in a low voice.
Originally, they seemed to want to maintain a mysterious atmosphere, but after a few drinks, their voices couldn't help but become louder.
"Hey, have you heard? 'That' has appeared again. "
"You mean —"
"Shh!" One of the drunkards slammed the wooden wine glass on the table, making a clanging sound. He shouted loudly, "Keep your f * cking voice down! Also, don't f * cking say 'that' name! Do you want to be cursed! "
Once they heard the word "curse."
The two of them shivered and sobered up a little.
"I heard … that more than a dozen pirate ships were eaten by 'that' again?"
"Burp ~ Tsk tsk tsk ~ How tragic! I heard that the sea area is full of ship wreckage as far as the eye can see … "
"Sigh, this is even scarier than the ghost ship ten years ago!"
"Sigh ~ As long as we don't go to sea, no matter how scary 'that' is, it has nothing to do with us! Cheers! For freedom! "
"Cheers! For … women! "
Irin's ears twitched.
It was … "that" again.
In the past few days of hiding in the Hot Rose to gather information, Irin had overheard information about "that" from many people.
But "that" seemed to be an extremely terrifying existence to the pirates. It was an existence that they didn't even dare to mention its name.
There was even a saying that as long as they said the name of "that", they would be targeted by "it", cursed, and then devoured.
The pirates had always believed in curses.
And curses did exist.
There were all kinds of mysteries in the sea, such as the undead, curses, sea demons, sea gods, and so on.
Another example was "bringing women on board will bring bad luck."
The superstitious pirates were always afraid of this lesson that countless predecessors had exchanged their lives for.
In the past few days, Irin had gradually understood the main theme of this world.
But Irin still hadn't triggered the so-called main mission.
But Irin already had a guess.
It was just that he hadn't started yet.
He had a plan and was waiting for an opportunity.
Well, if the trial map of the Inner World this time was a vast ocean, then Irin wasn't in a hurry.
If he guessed correctly, he would probably stay here for a long time this time.
The bigger the map, the longer the time span.
Although this experience wasn't absolute, most trials were like this.
"Ling! Come here ~ "
Just as Irin was thinking.
A sweet voice came from the counter.
When all the pirates heard that voice, they couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice.
They saw a tall, dark-skinned beautiful woman in sexy clothes, holding a bottle of wine in her hand, waving at Irin in a slightly tipsy manner.
"Tsk …"
Irin pursed his lips. Seeing that this woman had drunk wine again, Irin had the urge to gather a "psychokinetic slap" and slap her a few times to wake her up.
But fortunately, he resisted.
Irin didn't intend to expose his ability.
At least for now.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Irin shouted loudly as a response.
After all, this bar was too noisy. You had to shout to speak, otherwise you wouldn't be able to hear at all.
At this time.
The pirates who had drunk enough and didn't mind watching the fun were drooling and casting lustful glances at the black beauty on the counter.
There were even many regulars who raised their rum and laughed at the black beauty: "Yo ~ Lady boss, you changed men again?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, this kid doesn't look too good?"
"Why did the lady boss change her tune? Yo? "
"I was wondering why there was a newcomer in 'Hot Rose'. Yo ~ it's the lady boss's new lover! Kid, remember to serve our Sister Ruth well, ah no, it should be Aunt Ruth! "
"Open, open! I bet this pretty boy can live for three days! "
"Four days!"
"Two days!"
"…"
Irin had long been accustomed to the pirates' chatter. His expression didn't change. He walked to the lady boss and kept a certain distance without leaving a trace: "What's the matter?"
"Hee hee, don't be an outsider!"
Ruth put an arm around Irin's shoulder and stretched out her slender fingers to gently poke Irin's chest a few times. Then she leaned over to Irin's ear and whispered in his ear. Her mouth exhaled a tempting wine fragrance.
"Do you want to let them out for some air? Don't suffocate my cute little bunnies! "
Irin helplessly slapped away the lady boss's fingers that were groping his chest and said expressionlessly: "Lady boss, if there's nothing else, I'm going to rest."
"Yo ~ why are you still so cold and heartless ~ I like you so much ~"
Ruth covered her face with her hands and started crying.
When the surrounding pirates saw this, they hooted, whistled, and let out wretched laughter.
Pa!
Ruth suddenly pulled out a flintlock from her pants and slammed it on the bar. She glanced around and said: "Shut the f * ck up! You're all a bunch of useless weaklings. Do you believe that I won't crush you to death? "
The other pirates were already used to such valiant words. After a moment of silence, the bar was quickly filled with cheerful laughter.
"Cheers!"
"For Ruth!"
"Cheers!"
"Yo ~ Let's change course ~ Raise the flag ~" Someone suddenly sang a song loudly.
When someone started, the other pirates also drank rum and sang with tone-deaf voices, which had been passed down for many years, the enduring "Pirate's Song".
"Pull ~ Thieves and beggars ~ We'll never die ~"
"The king and his men secretly grabbed the queen from her bed and bound her to her bones ~ Hiccup ~"
"We have the sea and the power ~ Where should we wander ~"
"…"
Ruth expressionlessly put away her gun and spat: "A bunch of useless guys."
Irin glanced at Ruth.
"Lady boss, can you move your hand away first?"
"Ah ~ Sister forgot ~"
"…"
Ruth.
Her full name was ominous.
She was the lady boss of "Fiery Rose".
As for the boss … he had died long ago.
One after another, they died.
It was said that many years ago, after a certain legendary pirate glued the broken "Trident" back together, the curses on the ocean were revived one after another. It was also said that Lady Boss Ruth was also burdened with an extremely terrifying curse.
— "Cliff."
It was said that as long as a man was intimate with Ruth, he would die a horrible death.
There was a rumor that Ruth's previous husband, who was the previous boss of "Fiery Rose", was young, promising, and handsome. After being with Ruth for a few days, he was smashed to death by the luxurious and noble chandelier in the bar.
It was said that there were a total of six people who were smashed at that time. The other five were miraculously intact, but because Ruth's ex-husband was too tall, his brain was instantly smashed and he died on the spot. He didn't even have time to jump a few times before he died. It was extremely miserable.
Later, there was someone who was not afraid of death and couldn't help but touch Ruth's little hand.
On the third day after that person 'touched' her hand, he accidentally fell down from the observation deck as he sailed out of the harbor. The fall left him with half his body paralyzed, and he never feared intermittent cerebral palsy or accidental convulsions for life.
So terrifying!
Such stories were spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred. On Tortuga Island, as long as one was a man, one could forget about a certain pirate, but absolutely not forget about Ruth.
After all … they would die.
Therefore, any pirate would be fond of rum and beautiful women. Yet, they had absolutely no interest in the beautiful Ruth.
After all … no one wanted to become Ruth's' next ex-husband '.
"Lady boss, something's wrong with you."
Irin earnestly replied. "Don't forget, I'm a woman."
Ruth laughed delicately. "Eh? Little Linlin? If you hadn't mentioned it, I would've forgotten. "
As she spoke, Ruth's demonic claws extended towards Yi Lin's body.
Frightened, Irin hastily broke free from Ruth's embrace and ran towards the back of the bar.
He had long anticipated that the character of 'Elizabeth Ling' would attract plenty of trouble. Therefore, to avoid a melodramatic plot, Irin simply disguised himself and forcefully transformed back into a robust man. Yet, he never expected to provoke a woman who was even more terrifying than a man.
"What the hell …"
Irin locked the room door and listened attentively for any movements outside.
After confirming that the Lady Boss didn't pursue, Irin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
While he was at it, he recovered his psionic energy.
"The best place to recruit fugitives is Tortuga Island."
Irin gazed at the flickering candlelight before him and sunk into contemplation. "I've gathered enough information. The knowledge of ordinary pirates is limited. Staying here would only be a waste of time. Hmm, prepare for action. It's decided then. "
Even if he was beaten to death, Irin would never admit that he was actually afraid of this woman.
Nighttime.
"Lady Boss! I want to apply for leave! "
* Pa! *
Irin valiantly slammed open the door to the Lady Boss' room.
Inside the room.
Mist lingered in the air, filling the room with the enchanting fragrance of roses.
Ruth's entire body was soaked in a steaming hot wooden tub filled with rose petals. Her arms were lazily hanging on the side of the wooden tub.
Ruth didn't mind Irin entering without knocking. Instead, she beamed at Irin and beckoned him over. "Yo, you've come at the right time. Come help me scrub my back ~"
“？？？”
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