Night had already descended.
Harutef Harbor. Seventh Pier Street.
Compared to other places, this place was bustling with activity and lights.
A large number of dockworkers were moving valuable goods back and forth.
Although transcendent storage bracelets, rings, and other transcendent equipment had already appeared.
Clearly, the amount of goods transported by these merchant ships clearly wasn't something that could be accommodated by a small number of transcendent storage items.
Seventh Pier Street.
"Clip-clop …"
A carriage came to a stop, then left.
On the side of the road, Gounières, who was wearing a gray cloak that covered his entire head, glanced at the bustling harbor.
Winter had already passed, and spring was the busiest time for seafaring. A large number of seafaring merchants had already begun trading seafaring goods.
Gounières took out the card that Old Qiao Mu had given him with the words' Sea Devil Ship 'written on it. After carefully inspecting the address, he walked towards the nearby' Heimlong Bar '.
Compared to Old Sam's House of Black Fog, this Heimlong Bar was clearly a bit more disorderly.
It could be seen from the two unconscious sailors who had been stripped down to their underwear at the entrance of the small alley at the corner of the entrance.
As soon as Gounières entered the Heimlong Bar.
He heard the sound of quarreling.
"Hey, old geezer, that's my wine glass."
"Nonsense. It's clearly mine." A drunken man, so drunk that he couldn't even speak straight, argued.
"Do you want to die? Old geezer, if you don't let go of my wine glass, I'll make it so that you'll never be able to drink Haeru wine again. "
Immediately afterwards, a clamor of encouragement could be heard.
"Jim, stop wasting words with him. Kill this old drunkard."
"This old geezer, he's always freeloading at the bar."
"Jim, if you're a man, knock this old drunkard unconscious and throw him out. I guarantee that in less than ten minutes, someone will come and strip him naked. "
"I bet it won't even be five minutes."
All sorts of noisy voices mixed together.
Immediately afterwards.
"Bam!"
As soon as Gounières entered, he saw an old geezer fall head first to his feet.
His face was still covered in bruises.
Clearly, that punch hadn't been light.
"Level 2 Extraordinary Seaman."
Gounières glanced at the old drunkard and came to this conclusion.
Many Transcendent sailors were weaker than Transcendents by one star. They would only be ordinary Transcendent sailors for the rest of their lives.
To be able to become a Grade 2 Extraordinary Sailor, it was obvious that his Extraordinary Class was at least a complete 1-star one.
The old sailor staggered to his feet and burped.
He didn't argue with the person who had just knocked him down with a punch. He found a place to sit down and seemed to be half drunk and half asleep.
Gounières quickly scanned the interior of the tavern.
Most of the sailors here were extraordinary sailors.
At this time of the year, many sailors had gathered.
They were different from the dock workers. They could follow the merchant ships to carry out long-distance trade and protect the safety of the voyage. They could even dive into the sea and fight with the marauding Seafolk.
As for some Extraordinary sailors, they even had their own teams.
This type of organization was generally known as a pirate merchant ship.
Half of them were merchants, and the other half were marauders.
At the bar, Gounières raised his hand to the bartender.
"An Ice Blue Martini."
Soon, the bartender served a glass of Ice Blue Martini to Gounières.
Two silver royals were placed on the bartender's plate. One Ice Blue Martini was less than half a silver royal. The extra was obviously a tip for Gounières to ask about some things.
"I want to ask you something," Gounières said softly.
Looking at the two silver royals shining with a silver glow, the bartender's face blossomed into a smile.
"Go ahead."
"I'm looking for a man called Yassen Horwill."
"Yassen Horwill," the bartender thought for a while.
"He should be a regular here," Gounières said.
"I think the person you're looking for is not too far behind you." After thinking for a while, the bartender pointed behind Gounières.
Gounières turned, then looked in the direction the bartender was pointing, and saw the old drunkard who had just been knocked to the ground.
"Everyone calls him Yassen. As for whether or not his name is Yassen Horwill, you'll have to ask him yourself."
Looking at the old drunkard, Gounières frowned. "Did I get the wrong person?"
After thinking for a while, Gounières tossed another silver royal into the bartender's plate.
"Give me two glasses of Haeru wine. Large glasses."
Large glasses of Haeru wine cost 38 copper coins per glass. One silver royal was a hundred copper coins. A small amount was a tip.
"Alright. Please wait a moment."
Moments later, Gounières sat down in front of the old drunkard, two large glasses of Haeru wine in hand.
"Bang!" There was a soft sound.
The two large glasses of Haeru wine were placed in front of the old drunkard.
The half-drunk old drunkard seemed to have been startled awake by the noise.
His eyelids twitched slightly.
But in the next moment, he regained consciousness.
And then, with a rumbling sound, he downed the large glass of Haeru wine in front of him.
After finishing one cup, his other hand had already touched the other cup.
But this second glass …
"Rumble, rumble …"
In less than twenty seconds, the two large glasses of Haeru wine had been downed by the old drunkard.
What happened next surprised Gounières.
After downing the two large glasses of Haeru wine, the old drunkard seemed to feel much more energetic.
The more he drank, the more awake he became.
"Young man." The old drunkard smiled, revealing his black and yellow teeth.
"Can I have two more glasses?"
Gounières returned to the bar, taking out four silver royals and placing them in front of the bartender.
"Give me ten large glasses of Haeru wine. All of them."
"Alright, no problem."
Moments later, ten large glasses of Haeru wine were placed in front of the old drunkard.
Seeing so much Haeru wine, the old drunkard's eyes lit up.
After downing two more glasses of Haeru wine, the old drunkard seemed to be in high spirits, no longer in that drunken state he had been in before.
This scene caused Gounières to secretly praise him.
"Young men like you are quite rare nowadays." The old drunkard laughed.
"Are you … Yassen Horwill?" Gounières asked in a low voice.
The old drunkard pondered for a moment, then looked at Gounières.
"Someone recommended you to come here?"
"Yes." Gounières nodded lightly.
"I imagine that whatever you wish to discuss with me, you don't want others to know."
The old drunkard looked around, then lowered his voice.
"Oh! Come with me. This isn't the place to talk. "
And then, the old drunkard stood up.
"You … don't want this wine?"
Yassen Horwill shrugged his shoulders.
"These things are just for entertainment. Since there's work to be done, of course I have to do it first."
After speaking, the old drunkard Yassen stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
Watching Yassen Horwill leave, then looking at the Haeru wine on the table, Gounières could already sense that quite a few gazes were on them.
After pondering for a moment, a hint of a smile appeared on Gounières's lips, and he followed Yassen.
Not long after Gounières and the old drunkard Yassen walked out of the restaurant.
Not too far away from the two of them, a figure wearing an old gray jacket and a sailor hat silently followed them.
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