Mystery: The Star Key

Then, Igna heard a piece of rosy news about the disease admiral.

Another part of the "heard" is the inside information of Gehrman Sparrow's assassination of General Sickness.

Bruce Walls told Igna quietly.

—Gehrman Sparrow was just disguised as the red-haired beauty, so that he could pass through the many organs and strictly guard against the successful slander of the diseased general Tracy.

- It is said that he played so vividly that even her closest lover Tracy did not notice.

"...It's a bit unimaginable," Igna said sincerely.

Thinking back to his teacher, Ignat couldn't believe that he could play a woman so vividly!

Regardless of the change in height and stature, after all, it can be done with the extraordinary ability of the Faceless.

What is important is the cross-domain of psychological barriers.

Igna couldn't help imagining in his mind: Gehrman Sparrow shrank his height, changed his appearance, and then used the ability of the Faceless to conjure up a pair of "little bunnies" on his chest...

At that time, what did he... think?

Although it is too disrespectful to think about his teacher, Igna's expression can't help but become a little subtle.

"Well. We think so too." Bruce Walls nodded.

"However, Gehrman Sparrow is a pirate king-level adventurer after all. It is impossible to speculate in ordinary people's way."

"Maybe he didn't think about anything at all." Bruce Walls smiled. "He may just want to hunt, and cross-dressing is just a means, that's all."

During the conversation, the figure of the disease admiral quickly disappeared from the crowd.

Neither Igna nor Bruce Walls set their sights on the disease admiral for too long. They quickly turned around and continued toward the daily trading area.

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The place where the Pirate Congress trades daily materials is in the northwest corner of the entire trading area.

In other words, the orientation is located in the northwest corner, and the name is an open-air market called "Southeast Trading Market".

"The name is opposite to the position" - this is a set of clear rules that violate common sense, but as long as you are familiar with it, you can react quickly and freely.

After adapting to this set of rules a little, Igna looked at the interior of the "Southeast Open Air Market".

The open-air market where daily living things are traded is very large. Even if it is night, it is still brightly lit. Under the lighting of kerosene lamps and occult techniques, it looks as bright as day.

Transactions are also in full swing.

In general, the "everyday" of pirates is not too different from ordinary people.

Except for the stalls that sell weapons openly, ordinary people may not be able to reach them.

This open-air market is mostly filled with food, drinking water, alcohol, medicine, clothing, diving equipment and oddly shaped knick-knacks to pass the time.

The size of the transaction is even bigger than that of Bayam's largest open-air market.

The whole open-air market is also orderly. And there is no "official" presence on the road to maintain order.

Ignatius was very surprised.

Although the pirate conference was convened and held by Nast, the king of the five seas, it doesn't mean that all pirates have to buy his face, right?

Throughout the ages, there have been countless numbers of people who recklessly challenged the order. The darkness hidden in the human heart is boundless when there is no bottom-line supervision.

In the absence of supervision, ordinary people cannot yet demand that they strictly abide by the rules. Are pirates who are outside the law and regard the law as dung, do they have a bottom line than ordinary people?

This is not reasonable. Not even common sense.

"How is the order of the market maintained?" Ignatius asked Bruce Walls. "I don't see any oversight."

Pirates resentment of "official personnel" is inevitable.

However, the order here is so orderly that one cannot rely entirely on self-consciousness, right?

Facing the question, Bruce Walls did not feel impatient, but replied politely: "Mr. Li Langs, do you remember the rules in the trading area that the captain just mentioned to you?"

"No fighting, no cheating, no stealing," replied Igna. He remembered these points clearly.

"Yes." Bruce Walls nodded.

"For most pirates, many people see that the market area is not regulated and want to steal; or they are emotional, subconsciously unable to control their emotions, and want to fight. This is normal." Blue Waugh Les laughed, "After all, this is the norm for pirates."

"However, at the Pirate Conference, the rules set by the 'King of the Five Seas' are insurmountable laws." Bruce Walls raised his eyes and looked around.

Not far from them, about ten meters away, there was a pirate who looked very excited.

He was at the weapons-purchasing stall, but at this time, Chang was pulling the collar of the stall owner and yelling something.

Bruce Walls raised his finger and motioned Igna to look there.

"If that person really takes the initiative against Tan, then he will be out of luck." Bruce Walls said lightly.

The quarrel between the two pirates has attracted the attention of those around.

Because although the open-air market is noisy, the sound of arguing can easily penetrate the eardrum.

What's more, brawls are absolutely forbidden in this market.

As expected, the emotional pirate took action. He picked up the weapon and smashed it at the stall owner.

The pirate was quick-witted.

Seeing that the harpoon was about to stab the stall owner's throat.

"Dang bang—" The harpoon rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

The stall owner was fine.

However, countless holes appeared strangely on the pirate who did it.

Those with sharp eyes could see that the countless blood holes appeared in groups of three and three. And the gap arranged is consistent with the harpoon.

Blood splattered and screamed.

It should be so.

But Igna only heard the stern scream of the pirate, and his blood did not spurt. His body didn't stain the ground either.

In front of everyone, the pirate turned into a blood man, and then became dust.

Then, the dust drifted upward against gravity, and finally disappeared in front of everyone.

"If you break the rules, that's what happens," concluded Bruce Walls.

The scene in front of them is not unsightly, but most of the pirates seem to be very calm. There may be some "new pirates" who are irresistibly disgusted and distressed by the phenomenon in front of them.

But that was only a few, but in just a few seconds, the southeast trading market resumed its previous noisy and trading order.

Even the owner of the weapon shop picked up the harpoon as usual, and started the next round of selling.

This is the Pirate Conference.

and the order of the pirate assembly.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Igna was a little interested in the follow-up investigation for a while.

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However, upholding the scientific and rigorous and impartial scientific research spirit, Igna still found some friendly stall owners and asked about the reserves required by pirates on a daily basis.

knowledge is power. Knowledge is life.

It is possible to master it only with sufficient understanding.

And, Ignatius has some new discoveries in the southeast fairgrounds.

It turns out that pirates are not all dressed as "pirates" in the usual sense.

There are many people's dresses, all of which have left a deep impression on Igna.

A boy in a straw hat and a red vest, a man with green hair who looks like a swordsman, a reindeer who walks upright like a pet, an orange-haired girl in a cool vest and shorts, a black-haired scholar in a black professional suit...

There are not a few neatly dressed gentlemen like Igna, and there are countless people of all kinds.

"Hey, this gentleman, can I disturb you?" Ignatius and Bruce Walls were suddenly stopped by someone.

Igna looked up at him.

The man is very tall, and he looks close to two meters, which reminds Igna of the time when he was stopped by Adal to preach.

But the man in front of him was obviously not a cleric.

He was wearing overalls and a white shirt, looking in his mid-thirties, with a strong build and thick hair, so that his exposed forearms seemed to be covered in a brown sweater.

He wore a round-brimmed hat with a sunken center and a hearty smile.

Igna recognized each other at a glance.

Frank Lee, £8,500 bounty. The first mate of the Queen of the Stars "Future". (Note 1)

"Toxin expert."

And the "toxin expert" was greeting him happily, his brown eyes seemed to be shining.

"Have you eaten milk made from mushrooms recently?" he asked happily.

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Note 1: The third traveler, Chapter 156 Toxin Expert.