The confronting muscular man wore the distinctive blue-and-white striped shirt of a navy man, still bare-armed in the near-freezing cold weather.
He held a dagger against the other man's throat, but he himself had an old-fashioned handgun that could have entered a museum pointing directly at his brow.
The owner of the handgun was also a strong man over one meter eighty, with solid muscles and an oily face; he had shaved his head, had a sea eagle tattooed, and was cursing:
"Dog shit navy!"
"In Damir Port, no one dares to slander me as a pirate's informant!"
The navy man cursed back without showing any weakness, and the two fully displayed their rich vocabulary of maritime profanity.
Klein observed for a few seconds, then skirted around the edge and arrived beside Captain Ireland, who wore a straight sword at his waist and concealed a handgun. He asked calmly and casually:
"What happened?"
"Just two drunks arguing. In Damir Port and the surrounding waters, there's always this rumor that 'Sea Eagle'
The owner of the 'Black Tulip'? Isn't that the 'Hell Admiral'
"A glass of Southwell beer."
"Six pence."
The bartender, with bronze skin and white teeth, wiped a glass and said without any enthusiasm.
For local specialties, the prices were quite a bit higher than in
At this moment, the conflict between
Perhaps because he had lost face, the navy man hurried away after a dozen seconds, and the atmosphere inside the bar became lively again.
"Want to play cards?" Captain Ireland pointed at the staircase on the side of the bar.
"No." Klein's main purpose was to gather information.
Ireland subconsciously wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but was stopped by his cold, sharp aura, and could only adjust his dark red coat and reminded him:
"Don't look for women here."
Klein nodded, picked up the glass of Southwell beer, and took a gulp.
"Also, don't believe anyone here. Only a very small part of what they say is true."
Ireland, carrying his own Lirangqi, stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor.
Klein turned his head to look at him and asked back with an unchanged expression:
"Including you?"
"...Perhaps." Ireland was taken aback at first, then laughed heartily. "At least my reminder just now was true. Mm, and the fact that I'm a man is also true!"
That might not be necessarily true... In this "world", there is a kind of potion called "Witch"... Klein withdrew his gaze and listened to the drinkers boasting while slowly drinking.
After two or three minutes, a short, thin man carried his drink and sat next to Klein.
"Buddy, you look like an adventurer." He slightly tilted his head and said with a smile.
The man who greeted him had black hair, blue eyes, aging features, and a rather lecherous demeanor.
"You could say that," Klein replied coldly.
"I can tell you're a hunter, a hunter chasing bounties and wealth," the short man looked left and right, lowered his head, and said in a hushed voice. "Have you heard of the 'Ghost Empire'?"
I've heard of Amway, and also heard of the Father and Savior sealed at the bottom of the sea... Klein used his 'Faceless' ability to radiate a 'don't come near me' signal:
"I know, a huge, ancient ghost ship full of treasures."
"We have clues about it!" the short man said in an infectious tone. "We found some materials and know where it will appear next! We don't want to benefit pirates or the navy, and we don't want others to snatch the wealth away. So we decided to rent an armed merchant ship and wait in that sea area ourselves. It will probably cost 1,000 pounds. I've already found 15 companions and raised 720 pounds. Are you interested in joining?"
Before Klein could speak, he felt around and took out a stack of yellowish-brown letters:
"I know you won't believe it easily. In fact, nobody would believe it, but those 15 friends all decided to join our plan after reading these materials."
...Do I have a face that looks easily deceived? Or is it that no outsider can escape this kind of thing? Klein was considering whether to appraise those letters, when from the corner of his eye he saw the 'Sea Eagle'
"Woody, you're conning people again! You rat who deserves to die in the sewer!"
This muscular man with green tattoos on his head took the opportunity to sit in Woody's just-vacated seat and said with a hearty laugh:
"Sorry, that's a rat from our Damir Port, always doing things that damage our reputation."
"Actually, we're all very friendly. If there's something you want to inquire about, feel free to come to me."
"Hehe, don't believe those guys' slanders. I'm an upright man, and I have nothing to do with the 'Hell Admiral' at all!"
The more you emphasize that, the more suspicious it is... Klein thought for a moment, and said with an unchanged expression and a flat tone:
"I want to know the recent rumors."
"No problem." 'Sea Eagle'
The bartender still had that cold face, pushed the door into the kitchen behind, and soon brought out a plate of sliced cured meat, distinct in red and white with fine grain.
"Five pounds." He didn't look at 'Sea Eagle'
"Five pounds." 'Sea Eagle'