Pirate Kingship

Time has already come to the beginning of November.

Although Iron Anchor Bay does not belong to the northern part of the Eternal Night Peninsula, which is in polar night for dozens of days a year.

Every November, there is still a very obvious phenomenon of short days and long nights.

The sun rises at 10 o'clock in the morning, and it is already dark at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. The daytime is only five or six hours at most.

But as the day of the election of the North Sea Pirate Warlord by the Captain's Council is getting closer, Iron Anchor Bay has become more and more lively.

Moreover, for some reason, the number of pirate ships participating in the Captain's Council election this year is at least one-fifth more than in previous years.

Not only are there countless pirate flags flying on the berths in the port.

Even the anchorage with poor conditions and no piers is crowded with all kinds of pirate ships.

The huge flow of people naturally brings a huge amount of wealth.

As high-quality customers who are mostly not short of money and never save, countless pirates have made all walks of life in Iron Anchor Bay more prosperous than ever before.

"Night Casino welcomes you!"

"Gentlemen, we have the hottest girls and the most fragrant rum in Tulip Love, you are guaranteed to be satisfied! Come in!"

"We have beauties of all races in our Pink Theater.

Ballet dancers from the East Coast, belly dancers from the West Coast, native war dances from the Bantaan Islands. We have everything you can think of."

"I dare not say anything else, but the girls in our Succubus Hut must be wearing the least!!!"

"Oh——!"

Just after noon, the sunset appeared on the horizon, and groups of pirates immediately rushed into the prostitutes' street.

And most of them would never come out again unless they spent all their money.

However, while the business was booming, the security situation in Anchor Bay inevitably plummeted.

On the streets of Prostitutes' Street.

A gray-haired sheriff, holding a worn-out walnut pipe in his mouth, took a deep puff of the burning low-quality tobacco.

"In three days, the prostitute street I'm in charge of alone reported 21 missing cases, including some extraordinary people.

Pirates have countless enemies because of competing for prey, routes, and resources.

Killing each other is common.

And with a large number of pirates gathering, the conditions for creating [Legendary Degree] are unprecedentedly good.

A little noise can quickly spread throughout the North Sea.

I heard that recently, more than a dozen new names such as [Gunpowder Artist], [Ripper], [Faceless Man], [Wild Hunter], etc. suddenly appeared.

Although the warning level has been lowered continuously, as long as the murder is not open and aboveboard and the corpse is not left on the street after the murder, we will not pursue it.

But there are too many pirates this year. By the middle of this month when the election begins, it is still unknown how the public security will deteriorate."

Even this official is worried about the public security that is gradually getting out of control.

Of course, he is not concerned about those pirates who are already extremely vicious and bloodthirsty, but for the Beidiwan people living here.

Unlike other people on the mainland, they have never converted to the church.

They still believe in the primitive sect, consider themselves the people of the God of Prophecy, Kingship and Wild Hunt, and maintain the most primitive life of the Beidiwan people.

It is said that ordinary civilians in other blocks have been affected by the fight, and it is not yet completely certain who committed the crime.

The [Ripper] and the [Faceless Man] are the most suspected, but they are also the most elusive. The law enforcement team is stepping up their pursuit.

"Although the Captains' Council, the navigators and the police station had made preparations in advance, they could not withstand so many more pirates than expected.

And I always feel that the wind direction within the Captains' Council is not right.

Alas, where did you go, Mr. [Whale Hunter]?

If you, the North Sea Pirate King, had the [Royal Iron Law] and the Guards to suppress Iron Anchor Bay, how could this out-of-control situation occur?

Although the eldest lady is a genius in the field of extraordinary, she is already a mid-sequence extraordinary at a young age.

But the current governor of our Bay people is ill and is about to step down. She alone can't suppress those big pirates who are ready to move."

The North Sea Pirate King [Whale Hunter], the navigator who guards the port gate, and the sheriff are all Bay people from this island.

They are deeply bound to this last pirate port in the North Sea, and they all prosper and suffer together.

Before retiring, the sheriff was a member of the Pirate King's ship and a [Pirate] professional extraordinary.

How could he not see the crisis that even the shipwright Old Hans could see?

"Uncle Weber, why are you sighing again? Where is the demeanor of the former pirate king's crew?

Come, I brought you a bottle of good wine. The weather is getting colder. Have a taste?"

A young man with an ordinary appearance and no special features sat down on the bench next to the sheriff and handed him a bottle of Bacardi rum.

The latter took the wine very naturally and took a big gulp.

While exhaling a strong smell of alcohol, he did not forget to roll his eyes at the young man.

"A miser like you who can take the initiative to offer his courtesy must not be because of conscience.

Let me think about it. Two days ago, you suddenly asked me to do something. Was it to find the information of all the privateer ships of Hastings entering the port? What is the purpose of coming this time?"

Hearing this, Gus not only did not feel embarrassed, but climbed up and rubbed his hands to please:

"As expected of Uncle Weber who watched me grow up, he hit the nail on the head.

Nothing else, it's just that the [Whalebone Amulet·Silent] you gave me last time has expired, you see."

The sheriff casually threw a whalebone amulet to him and drove him away impatiently:

"Okay, my quota is not much, use it sparingly when you steal chickens and dogs, get out, get out"

Looking at Gus's disappearing back, he was still worried and reminded him:

"If you get into trouble, run away quickly, don't expect me to clean up your ass! Do you hear me?"

As an elder, his advice is also full of the style of the Bay Citizens.

Others tell the younger generation not to get into trouble when they go out, but as a sheriff, he clearly instigates Gus that as long as he is not caught, it is not considered trouble.

"Got it, uncle!"

Gus just waved his hand indifferently, and suddenly disappeared just after taking three steps.

Sheriff Weber did not realize that he had almost forgotten Gus completely.

But it can be clearly felt that this child who has grown up seems to be a little different.

After nightfall, there is a bar street in the other corner of the town.

A man with a scimitar on his waist and an eye patch on one eye, who fits the typical image of a pirate, staggered into an alley with a burp.

Two subordinates followed behind him, looking around vigilantly.

"Why did the captain order us to return to the ship to rest at night?

I just got drunk, you really spoiled my fun!"

The two subordinates persuaded the drunkard with bitter faces.

"Mr. First Mate, you know that the [Wild Hunt] suddenly appeared and launched crazy attacks recently.

Among the victims are ordinary pirates and extraordinary people.

Just now, the captains have summarized all the information and have confirmed that the other party is coming for our privateer alliance. The victims are all our people.

Although you are a powerful first-level [Pirate], it is always right to be careful."

[Wild Hunt] was originally a legend that has been circulating in the Evernight Peninsula for a long time.

A group of ghostly or supernatural hunters wantonly chase their prey. No one can escape them once they meet them.

They will definitely disappear without a trace in this world.

Usually the appearance of [Wild Hunt] also indicates some natural disasters, such as war and plague.

The true identity is unknown.

There are various speculations about [Wild Hunt]. It may be a ghost, a beast, or a primitive god.

And [King of the Wild Hunt] is usually regarded as another name for [God of Prophecy, Kingship and Wild Hunt] Woden, who is believed by the Bay People.

Because in this serial murder case.

No one has seen what the perpetrator looks like. All the victims have disappeared without a trace, and no body has been found.

And even the extremely high-level divination technique could not find any clues of the other party, which is simply not like human.

The name [Wild Hunt] was spread among the crew of the privateer.

Hearing the persuasion of his men, the pirate first mate could not help but fall silent and began to concentrate on his journey.

Who wouldn't be afraid of death?

However, as he walked, his expression suddenly changed.

Because there was one more footstep behind him!