Lord of the Mysteries

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The confrontational brawny, wearing a navy-specific blue-and-white striped shirt, is still naked in the cold weather near zero.

He took the dagger and held the throat of the opposite man, but he was pointed at the old handcuffs that could enter the museum.

The owner of the handcuffs is also a strong man with more than one meter eight, strong muscles and shiny face. He shaved his hair and tattooed the sea eagle.

"The **** navy!

"No one in Damir Port dares to marry me as a pirate informant!"

The Navy confronted him without showing weakness. The two sides showed the rich words of swearing at sea.

Klein watched for a few seconds, circling along the edge, coming to the waist and wearing a straight sword, hiding the handcuffed Captain Ireland, calmly and casually asked:

"what's going on?"

"The two drunken quarrels, in the port of Damir, in the surrounding waters, have been rumored that 'Sea Eagle' Logan serves the owner of the 'Black Tulip'. Just now the Navy mentioned this, but happened to be 'Sea Eagle' meets."

The owner of the "Black Tulip"? Isn't it the "Hell Admiral" Lutherville? Klein turned to sit on the high chair in front of the bar and tapped the wooden countertop:

"A cup of Nanwell beer."

"6 pence." The skin color bronze, the white wine bartender wiped the cup, not enthusiastic.

In land specialties, prices are much higher than Beckland and Tingen... Kline pulled out a copper coin and counted 6 pence to each other.

At this time, the conflict between Logan and the Navy was stopped by the guards of the bar, and each spoke and retraced to different corners.

Perhaps it was a relationship that lost face. The navy hurried away after a dozen seconds, and the atmosphere in the bar was once again warm.

“Do you want to play cards?” Captain Allan pointed to the stairway on the side of the bar.

"No." Klein's main purpose was to collect intelligence.

Allan subconsciously wants to shoot his shoulder, but it is blocked by his cold and sharp temperament. He can only sort out the dark red coat and remind him:

"Don't look for a woman here."

Klein nodded and picked up the cup with the Nanwell beer and took a sip.

"And, don't believe anyone here, they have only a few words that are true." Elland took his own violent squad and set foot on the second floor.

Klein looked at him from the side and asked his face unchanged:

"Include you?"

"...maybe." Elland was a glimpse, and immediately laughed. "At least my reminder is true, um, I am a man and true!"

That may not necessarily be... There is a kind of potion called "Witch" in this "world"... Klein takes back his sight and drinks slowly while listening to the alcoholic people around him bragging.

After two or three minutes, a short, thin man took his own wine and sat next to Klein.

"Man, you are like an adventurer." He tipped his head slightly and smiled.

This greeted man's brunette blue-eyed, the five senses are old, and the temperament is rather cumbersome.

"You can say that." Klein responded coldly.

"It can be seen that you are a hunter, a hunter chasing bounty and wealth." The short man glanced around, lowered his head and pressed his voice. "Have you heard of the ‘ghost empire’?”

I have heard of Amway, and I have heard of the Father and the Savior who were sealed on the bottom of the sea... Klein used the power of "no face" to give a signal not to approach me:

"Know, a huge, ancient ghost ship filled with treasure."

"We have its clues!" The little man said in an infectious tone. "We found some information and know where it will appear next time! We don't want cheap pirates and navies, don't want to be robbed of wealth by others, so I decided to rent a armed merchant ship to go to that sea area. This would cost about £1,000. I have found 15 companions and raised 720 pounds. Are you interested in participating?”

Not waiting for Klein to open, he fumbled for a stack of yellow-brown letters:

"I know that you won't believe it easily. In fact, no one will believe it, but the 15 friends in the past, after reading the information, decided to join our plan."

... I have a face that is easy to be cheated? Or, as long as the foreigners can't escape this kind of thing? Klein is considering whether to identify the letters, but the "sea eagle" Logan who has just argued with the people has come over.

"Woody, you are deceiving again! You **** the mouse in the sewage!" Logan raised the little man and threw him into the open space in the middle of the bar, slamming his feet.

The brawny man with a blue tattoo on his head took the opportunity to take Woody’s position. He smiled and said:

"Sorry, this is our mouse in the port of Damir, always doing something that undermines our reputation.

"In fact, we are very friendly. You have something to ask, even if you are looking for me.

"Oh, don't believe the jealousy of those guys, I am an upright person, and have nothing to do with 'Hell Admiral'!"

The more you emphasize it, the more suspicious it is... Klein thinks a little, his expression is unchanged, his tone is plain:

"I want to know the recent rumors."

"No problem." "Sea Eagle" Logan took a bar counter and said to the bartender, "Come on a special bacon, I invite this guy to taste our most famous cuisine in Damier."

The bartender was still the cold face, pushing the door into the back kitchen, and soon came out with a plate of red and white, finely textured slices of bacon.

"5 pounds." He did not look at the "sea eagle" Logan, looking directly at Klein.

"5 pounds." "Sea Eagle" Logan turned his head to the side, smiling and smiling, and raised his arm to show his muscles. "Everyone just heard it. You want me to thank me for enjoying the special bacon. ”

Klein didn't react to what happened to him. When the bartender rushed for the second time, he realized that he was being deceived, and the other's routine was quite deep.

First, use a very easy to see scam to let "Horse" Logan play, get a good impression of the goal, then on the grounds of the guests, order a special price of expensive bacon, and finally turn the face does not recognize people, upside down black and white, strong buy Strong selling... No wonder when the "mouse" Woody was thrown out, the drunks didn't have a smash... They were all afraid of Logan, who was said to serve "Hell Admiral"... How to deal with it? My current person is Galman Sparo, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter... Klein picked up the cup, drank a beer full of fragrant beer, and asked in a tone:

“Why not grab it directly?”

"Why don't you grab it directly?" Logan was asked a little bit.

Followed by, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger.

Boom!

Klein punched his left hand and hit the chin of "Sea Eagle" Logan, hitting him to the bar.

With a right palm, Klein agile off the chair and is close to the body that Logan is about to fall.

His thighs were tight, his knees jerked up, and he ran straight into Logan's lower abdomen.

puff! Logan raised his back, his eyes protruding, and his mouth half.

Klein pulled the gun in the same direction, stuffed the revolver into the other's mouth, and pulled up the hammer.

"I... I am..." Logan shouted vaguely.

Klein stared at his eyes, suddenly pulling out the revolver, a slam, and even the gun hit his fist on Logan's side.

Logan’s teeth immediately fell off, and his mouth was full of blood.

In the face of such a heavy blow and pain beyond the limit, his eyes turned and fainted.

Klein supported his body and found a piece of loose money and coins from his pocket.

Because the visual inspection did not exceed 5 pounds, Klein directly threw them on the bar, calmly said:

"Don't look for it."

The bronzed face of the bartender was a bit white, and he shouted:

"My boss is 'White Shark!'"

Klein didn't look at him, let go of his hand, let the "sea eagle" Logan fall to the ground, then he sat down again, forked a piece of bacon, and tasted it at the entrance, only the flavor was unique, the spice The taste of the silk is widened, scratching the stomach and throat.

After eating two more pieces, he looked up and asked:

“Does your boss know that you are colluding with ‘sea eagle’?”

"No, he, no..." The bartender replied with a sigh.

Seeing that Klein did not continue to attack, and he paid the money quickly, and the several guards who came together came back silently.

Klein drank his drink and glanced at the "sea eagle" Logan on the ground, calmly saying to the drink:

"He is an informer from Ludwell, how many rewards can he receive?"

"No, he is not." The bartender shook his head. "This is the news that he himself spread out. The navy just took him for money! Only in this way can the people here be afraid of him..."

Upon hearing this answer, the people who drunk at the bar all put down the cup, and even the drunkard squatted to Logan and spit on his face.

Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! Many alcoholic followers have followed suit.

Klein re-headed and said that he would eat special bacon:

"Talk about recent rumors."

The bartender sighed and rubbed the cup and whispered the rumors in the past two months. There were Klein heard about it, and he had just known.

The Royal Navy's "Plitz" armored ship destroyed a passing pirate group in regular training... The panic of the giant ship cannon began to spread in some small and medium pirate forces... Some of them wanted to find that the armored fleet had not yet formed. Opportunity, madly committing crimes, taking a sum of money to quit this business... In the next six months to a year, the sea is not calm... "The blood will be above" Senol and "Twilight Lieutenant" Bratov Ivan There was a clash in the southern part of the island of Sunia. After a big fight, each of them sank two boats... Klein only listened to it and gradually filled his stomach.

He saw the plate with the special bacon being emptied, so he drank the remaining beer and slowly stood up.

"Remember the lessons of today." Klein handed the plate to the bartender.

The bartender was about to reach out and suddenly he was caught by his head and grabbed the hair behind his head.

boom!

Klein pressed hard and pressed the bartender's head on the bar, and the wood chips flew away, and the blood flowed out, so that the drinkers evaded and guarded the high-speed.

After doing all this, Klein patted his hand and picked up his own glass, trying to pour the remaining wine left on the bartender's head.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Klein silently gave up, turned and stooped, grabbed the "sea eagle" Logan, and threw him to the guards who came.

Taking advantage of the guards' evasion and the chaotic opportunity of the bar, Klein ran fast, agile and circumvented, and easily left the "flying fish and wine."

He pressed his hat and walked quickly into the street next door.

After changing direction continuously, he suddenly slowed down and had more gold coins in his hand.

The gold coin constantly jumped between the fingers and seemed to be scouting.