Codex Pirates

Chapter 60: Dark Moon and High Wind

The climate of the island, the weather is always changing. After several consecutive rains, the clouds over Kalmar City are still thick like ink that cannot be melted. At night, the whole city is shrouded in darkness except for the lights.

Sherlock and Manny pretended to be ordinary drinkers, sipping lightly in the bar, while their eyes glanced at Crowe who was a few tables away from time to time.

Since receiving William's signal, Tony has personally brought a few men who are brave enough and capable enough to come to this city. Because Hongye Village is adjacent to the Kingdom of Navia, and the distance is not too far, they arrived at the city. At the time, the Redbeard Pirates hadn't left yet.

A group of pirates managed to go ashore with great difficulty, and they would not want to leave until they had fun. What's more, the supplies they needed to replenish, especially military supplies, were not a small sum and required time to prepare.

It's just that compared to other pirates who were excited because of rest, Crowe seemed very depressed.

He kept pouring wine into his mouth one cup after another. The clothes he used to tidy up had many wrinkles, and the hair he combed frequently also became a little messy.

Crowe hates pirates, crew members who smell of alcohol, cabins that smell of sweat and even stinky feet, hate sharing toilets and washbasins with everyone, hate being company with the salty sea breeze all day long, and hate nonsense. The occasional opportunity to go ashore and rest is like a festival.

He hates everything on the pirate ship, and he hates this kind of life even more. He wants to be a nobleman like Arcadio, live in a spacious mansion, surrounded by well-dressed servants and maids, and drink good china. Sipping black tea, while tasting exquisite snacks, while leisurely reading newspapers.

Being able to communicate politely at banquets with the well-spoken upper-class elites, instead of hooking shoulders with a bunch of foul-mouthed pirates who only know how to drink, and then being chased by the navy all day long.

But all these beautiful fantasies were completely destroyed by the reality. When Haireddin beat him severely, the blade not only fell on his face, but also fell on his mind.

Although he thought he had received a better education and had a smarter mind, he couldn't help but have a sense of superiority towards the pirates on board, but Hayreddin's actions made him understand——

The pretentious Crowe is nothing in front of the pirate leader.

And when Arcadio knew about this, he didn't care, he, Crowe, was just a small character who couldn't even compare to the pirate leader.

Crowe has been thinking these days, if Barbarossa the Red Beard kills him one day, will Arcadio turn against him because of him?

Ke Luo already had an answer in his heart, which made him even more unwilling, so he could only use alcohol to relieve his worries.

Several wandering warblers wandering around in the tavern saw that Ke Luo was wearing high-end clothes, and the money for the drink was very happy, so they leaned over one after another, but they were chased away by Ke Luo's irritated wave: "Get away!"

The orioles shook the handkerchief at him angrily, complained and left. Manny smiled and asked Sherlock, "When will he leave?"

"Hurry up, William said that he will guard the ship tomorrow and must return to the ship tonight." Sherlock took a sip of his wine, his eyes flickering, "Don't be distracted, we can't lose him."

"Looking at his drunken appearance, he can't be lost no matter what." Having said that, Manny cheered up and stopped talking.

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Hayreddin kept cursing, the alleys were full of potholes, filled with stagnant water, in the dark environment, they were like landmines, one had to be careful not to step into them, and in the slums, this Kind of alleys are everywhere.

Because of his eccentric character, all the pirates respected him, and Haireddin didn't even have a follower who often accompanied him, but he didn't care about it.

Under the shadow of the corner of the wall, there seemed to be a living thing wriggling. Hayreddin squinted and saw that it was a drunkard who didn't know where he came from. .

Hayreddin smiled cruelly, took out a dagger from his boots, walked to the side of the alcoholic and squatted down, picked his hair, exposing the other's muddy neck, and then slowly slashed across it with the sharp dagger.

Hailedin looked at the alcoholic who was clutching his throat, but the wound was still bleeding out. He couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and his nose quickly flapped a few times. An inexplicable excitement filled his mind, making him feel that the alleyway The stench that permeated the inside didn't seem to be unpleasant anymore.

It wasn't until the drunkard was silent that Hailedin sighed and stood up, but when he turned his head to look at the entrance of the alley, he paused slightly.

At the entrance of the alley, a man stood quietly. Under the cover of night, Hayreddin couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see his red hair and his hands behind his back from the dim light outside the alley. Light knife.

Hai Leiding looked behind him again, and at the other end of the alley, a man with a knife appeared out of nowhere, blocking his retreat.

In this scenario, everyone knows that the other party has bad intentions.

These two people are naturally Edmond and Aramis.

Hayreddin wiped the blood-stained dagger casually on his shirt, pondered for a while, but suddenly rushed towards the entrance of the alley, in the direction of Edmund.

Edmund grinned, swung his sword downwards, and rushed towards Hayreddin. At the other end of the alley, Aramis also rushed forward in silence.

Their mission is to keep Haireddin out of this alley!

The sound of leather boots stepping over puddles broke the tranquility of the alley. Immediately afterwards, Hayreddin, who had already rushed to Edmund, let out a low growl, raised his scimitar and slashed at Edmund's head.

Edmund raised the knife in his hand to hold the scimitar. At this time, Hayreddin was already holding the previous dagger with his other hand, and stabbed covertly.

Edmund just turned his body sideways, then dodged the dagger, and at the same time reached for Hayreddin's wrist holding the dagger, and tilted the knife slightly, pulling the scimitar aside.

Immediately afterwards, Edmund slightly bent his knife-holding hand, and suddenly bent his elbow, hitting Hayreddin's xiphoid process on his sternum.

Hayreddin's chest felt tight, and he took two steps back involuntarily. A series of footsteps came from behind him, followed by a violent shout.

"Kneel down!"

Aramis had already rushed behind Hayreddin, and a scabbard slammed heavily on Hailedin's knee. There was a crisp sound that made people's teeth sore. Hayreddin's knee had been twisted into a strange arc. He screamed and couldn't help it. Kneeling down, not lying on the ground only by leaning on the ground with both hands.

But immediately after, Edmund stepped hard on Hayreddin's hand that was still holding the scimitar, directly breaking his finger.

Hailedin burst into tears in pain, grasping the dagger and unconsciously waving it back and forth in front of him, but Aramis grabbed his arm from behind.

Aramis straightened Hayreddin's arm, and Edmond hit his elbow with a knee. With a crisp sound, Hayreddin's forearm fell limply, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

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(Chapter 40, Chapter 41, and a short section of Chapter 50 were edited according to everyone's suggestions, and the relevant information about advanced civilization was removed. The modification does not affect the subsequent plot.)