Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Levget walked up to Valery and made a vicious gesture on his neck: "I'm curious, Andrew is dead, how on earth did you two losers survive?"

Valery rolled his eyes lifelessly: "Maybe we'll die too?"

Levget's threatening words were suddenly stuck in his throat.

He did not leave the "Axe" to land on the island at that time. The situation on the island was told by the two cowards who ran back to the ship. They described it incoherently - Pedro screamed and his life and death were unknown, and a strange... Killing each other.

Originally, the captain had ordered a retreat, but some people suddenly went crazy and pulled the trigger on the people next to them. One of them saw from a distance that Captain Andrew had been shot, and the shooter turned out to be the always cowardly Vika.

Under the fearful exaggeration of the two, Levget suspected that they had encountered extraordinary creatures on the island, causing the people in the team to lose their minds and decisively ordered to sail away from the island first.

Of course, there are also people who are dismissive and want to go to the island to rescue. Those people are the crew members who are more loyal to Andrew.

So Levget took decisive action and blocked their mouths with bullets. After wasting these few minutes, he quickly left the desert island with the remaining pirates and "reasonably" became the "Axe" Captain.

A ship always needs a captain. No one can beat Levget, who is also an extraordinary person like the captain, and no one wants to take his gun. The sea believes in force, not luck, Levget has always believed so.

So he dismissed the "good luck" that Vika and Valery were still alive, especially when Valery became so arrogant that Levget wondered whether he had benefited from being on the island.

These two people are still alive, probably because they killed others and obtained the treasure on the island before leaving... Maybe this was a scene they played with Pedro? The spy behaved strangely all day long and said to himself that he was the one who discovered this island.

What's more important is that no one saw Pedro's body at the time. It would be perfectly reasonable if they used some magic to kill others and finally took the treasure alone.

Thinking of this, Levget stretched out an arm and placed it in front of Valery who wanted to move forward. Valery originally leaned forward and tried to go around, but he was stopped in place.

Valery's indifferent eyes showed no fluctuation: "You heard that sentence, 'Get out if you want to fight'."

The man at the bar shook the empty goblet and tipped it upside down on the counter. His cold eyes glanced at Levget who was blocking the door and met Valery's gaze.

Levget bared his teeth like a jackal, revealing the minced fish meat between the yellow teeth: "Okay, I'll wait for you at the door. I've already seen you unhappy. I will remember to be gentle and show off the dead Andrew's face. I won’t beat you to death.”

The corners of Valery's mouth raised, showing a gentle smile that was completely inconsistent with his temperament: "I understand, I will sell my face to Andrew and I won't beat you to death."

Levget looked at that strange and sinister smile, and for a moment he felt like retreating - but his words had already been released.

He originally wanted to use these two people to establish his power and enhance the confidence of the rest of the pirate group in him, but now he felt something was wrong.

Valery's performance looked like a completely different person inside.

Levget walked past Valery and deliberately bumped Vika hard with his shoulder. Vika gasped in a low voice, hurriedly hid behind Valery, shrank her head and became invisible.

The rest of the pirates passed by the door one after another, and some even greeted Valery warmly, but their smiles were all ambiguous, and they were clearly looking forward to the next good show.

The tavern was immediately empty.

Valerie waited expressionlessly for them all to leave the tavern, then walked straight to the man sitting at the bar.

The brim of the man's fisherman hat drooped down again, covering most of his face, and the bartender poured him a new glass of red wine. The moment Valery took a step, the needle lines between the man's eyebrows were pinched deeply again. He simply took off his fisherman hat and placed it on the bar, coldly warning the approaching bald man.

"Aren't you going out?" The man raised his glass with his right hand, seemingly frivolously, but his left hand was already on his waist, forming the shape of a pistol.

"I'll be out later." Valery said in a deep voice, "Are you in charge here? I want to sell something."

Vika hurriedly walked out from behind Valery: "Hello, Mr. Yan, we want to sell some unwanted items, and we don't mean to cause trouble..."

Mr. Yan with the strange name looked at Valery for a few seconds, then turned his eyes to Vika and nodded: "I remember you, from Andrew's ship."

Then he looked at Valery again: "Andrew is really dead? Levget's proud look makes me sick just looking at it."

Valery did not answer the question, but just took out the thick-caliber revolver that originally belonged to Andrew: "Buy some adapted bullets by the way. How many do you want, Vika?"

"Three magazines! Ten-magazine configuration."

"I understand, put what you want to sell here."

Valery took out two other guns and bullets, and then motioned to Vika to throw the old guns on the counter as well.

Mr. Yan glanced at Valery in confusion: "Why do you even sell your own guns?"

"Lack of money."

Mr. Yan's right hand holding the wine glass froze, and he subconsciously switched the wine to his left hand to cover up his surprise at that moment: "You are not Valery."

"I'm not."

Hearing such a frank admission, Mr. Yan glanced at Vika thoughtfully: "It looks like your new captain has a lot of background."

Then he didn't care about the reaction of the two people, knocked on the bar, took out a small key from his arms and threw it to the bartender: "Go and get the money from my vault, forty golden horns. The bullets are fractions, see if you don't For the sake of a fight in the store.”

Valery nodded: "Thank you."

"If you really want to thank me, don't kill him later. Leaving corpses on the street will easily attract the church or the police, which is very troublesome for me." Mr. Yan took a sip of wine, and a red streak ran down the corner of his mouth.

"You seem to be very sure that I can defeat Levget." Valery leaned against the bar and had a good impression of this underground trader.

Ever since the conversation between the two began, Mr. Yan had deliberately restrained his majestic aura. Hearing what Valery said, Mr. Yan raised his hand and tapped his temple:

"People who are stupid can't do this, and of course those who don't have the strength can't do it. Dealing with pirates is quite annoying."

The implication in these words is obvious: everyone is an extraordinary person, so don’t reveal your family status. If you continue to entangle yourself, you will appear to be ignorant.

Of course Esther understood, so she didn't say anything more and sat directly next to Mr. Yan. Vika had been standing next to the two of them submissively. Seeing that they stopped talking, she immediately came to Valery's side and asked in a low voice:

"What should we do? Levget is waiting for us outside. I just saw them from the window and they didn't leave at all!"

Valery looked at him strangely: "Fight, otherwise?"

"But, but this is Nas, are you really suitable? You might get into trouble!"

Valery threw Andrew's gun to Vika: "I thought fighting in the street was a part of Nazi customs, and I had to experience it once."

"That's right. You are not from Nas, and you want to come here to develop?" Mr. Yan interjected, looking at Valery's eyes full of temptation, and raised his glass to him, "Welcome to the pirate paradise."

"You're overthinking it. We'll leave in two days." Valery watched Vika put away the revolver happily before turning his attention back to Mr. Yan, "So you don't have to worry about our whereabouts. We have already taken care of him." People bought ferry tickets to Olave Island.”

"It's a pity, otherwise I would still earn some agency fees."

Vika smiled and patted the gun bag, but considering the possibility of a fight later, he took out the gun and checked the bullets loaded inside: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, we know the rules here."

Valery didn't save any face for him: "Rules? Are there any rules here?"

Mr. Yan smiled for the first time since the two entered the store: "For people like you, there are no rules here."

The footsteps of the bartender were heard. He was holding a jingling money bag and several rows of loaded magazines.

"I look cruel? Do you feel that dangerous?" Valery pinched the joints of his fingers twice, making a "crackling" sound, and moved his wrists and neck.

"Yes, some people's temperament is like fire, and some people's temperament is like poisonous snakes, but the feeling they give me..."

Mr. Yan paused for a moment. While he was thinking about his words, the bartender came over and put the bag in front of Valery: "Unfathomable?"

Mr. Yan rolled his eyes at the bartender and said, "Pour me another glass of Palomo wine, and don't talk nonsense here."

The young bartender walked away quickly, and Valery also raised his lips: "Taking care of the children? You don't look like such a tolerant person."

"A frustrated godson."

"So what do you want to say that my sense of danger is like?"

Mr. Yan did not look at Valery, but looked at the red cloak on his shoulders that was so red that it almost dripped blood: "Crazy, malicious, evil... When I first saw you, you gave me the feeling that I had seen it from a distance before. 'The Blood Admiral'."

"It's worth forty-two thousand gold pounds?" Valery asked reflexively.

"...That's not what I meant."

Not to mention Mr. Yan's confused expression, Vika next to him was already covering his mouth and sneering in a muffled voice.

Valery grabbed the money bag on the bar, weighed it twice and stuffed it directly into his arms without counting the number of gold coins. Mr. Chongyan nodded politely:

"Then let's go first. There are still people outside waiting to be beaten."

Mr. Yan watched this bald man with strange thinking walk out of the tavern and accepted a new glass of wine from the bartender.

The bartender leaned aside casually, wiping an overly clean wine glass in his hand. It was obvious that he was just pretending: "Godfather, are you just going to let them fight outside the store? Do you want me to report it to the police? Anyway, a group of people are... pirate."

"I've told you many times, mind your own business, you brat." Mr. Yan stood up from the bar and walked towards the window where he could see the street clearly. "That's a weirdo who attracts chaos. Don't get involved if you don't offend him. good result."