Chapter 322: A True Artist

When he walked out of Grad's room, Xifa heard Richard's voice: "When I was in Tingen, I really didn't realize that you are so rich."

Seeing that there was no one around, Xifa lowered his voice and laughed, "I still want to say, you are already at sea, why do you still look poor."

Richard coughed dryly; "I know what you are referring to. Of course, pirates are like gold coins that can move around. But you must understand that I am an artist and a musician."

"Associating with rude guys will affect my inspiration, and I don't want to make my music stigmatized."

Xifa nodded subtly and said, "You are a real artist."

"certainly."

But after a while, Richard said: "Wait, how do you sound like you are laughing at me?"

"I don't."

Xifa quickly changed the subject: "Can you help me find out the details of those people, you have been observing for two days, you should know how to find them."

"I don't ask you to participate in the hunt, but I hope you can help me collect information, for example, what magical items they have on hand."

Richard was silent for a moment: "Duke, if I accept your commission again in the future, I will definitely add some additional terms and indicate the scope of my services. If it exceeds the scope, I will charge you!"

"must!"

Xifa chuckled lightly: "We'll talk about it later."

This time, Richard didn't respond.

he's gone.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and in the restaurant kitchen on board, a tall chef took off the chef's hat invented by Roselle, and he was about to leave after finishing his day's work.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"go to bed early."

After greeting other chefs, the tall chef opened his neckline, took out a bottle of rum from under the desk, and drank it as he walked.

He came to a warehouse in the ship, looked around, saw no one, so he knocked.

After a while, the door opened, and inside was a man with a very indifferent appearance.

"came back?"

The indifferent-looking man walked back: "Close the door."

The chef agreed, ducked his head down, and then pulled his hand, and the door slammed shut.

Another voice in the warehouse said: "Be gentle, don't let anyone find out."

In the depths of the warehouse, gas lamps were lit, and several sets of clothes were thrown on the ground. There are men's, women's, crew, and cleaners.

Beside these clothes, a brown-haired man with a brown complexion, a man of some Southern Continent descent, is folding these clothes and placing them neatly.

"Child, how long am I going to stay in that kitchen? I'm a soldier, not a chef!"

The tall man who had just returned from the kitchen raised his head and took a sip of rum before sitting down.

It was Child who was setting up a plan to hunt Xifa and smiled when he heard this: "Be patient for another day, I already have a plan, but I need to improve the details, and some things need to be confirmed."

Child took out a notebook and said: "Through observation today and last night, I found that Mr. Raleigh is a person with a regular work and rest schedule. He will leave the room at 8:30 in the morning, and after eating for about an hour, We will rest on deck."

"Go back to the room at 10:30, have dinner at 12 noon, and probably take a nap in the afternoon. After 3:30, I will go fishing on the boat, and then have dinner at 7 pm, and then I will go back to the room"

"In addition, he is a nosy person. He also stopped a domestic violence incident last night."

The big man Shan Di spread his hands and said, "What does this mean to us?"

The 'doctor' who was reading a book said coldly: "It is of great significance and regular work and rest. Using this, we can arrange the time and place of hunting."

"If he's nosy, we can use a trick to lure him into the bait."

Childe nodded and said, "That's right, all the work I've done these two days is laying the groundwork for hunting."

Sandy patted his chest and said, "I can help you, as long as you don't let me stay in the kitchen, you can do anything."

Childe smiled.

The doctor said coldly: "Your physical characteristics are too obvious. As long as you show up once, the hunter will definitely remember you. That's why Childe arranged for you to be in the galley, which is one of the few on the ship, so you can avoid the passengers." line of sight, and out of the way of the passengers."

"Be patient, Sandy." Childe said, "Observe for another day tomorrow, and then I can confirm the details of the hunting plan."

Sandy stood up, picked up the bottle and said, "I'll go for a walk."

It was already late at night, and the passengers had already fallen asleep. At this time, there were not many people on board, so Childe didn't stop him. And he also knew that if the big man stayed in the kitchen all day, he would go crazy if he was not allowed to get some air.

Sandy came to the deck and leaned against the side of the boat, drinking alone.

At this time, he heard a violin solo, the melodious music under the quiet moonlight had an indescribable magic power, which made Sandy seem to remember his hometown and recall some things that he almost forgot.

He was so immersed in the music that he even forgot to drink. He didn't wake up until the last note disappeared.

"Can I have a drink?"

A voice sounded, Sandy turned around, and saw a man standing nearby with a violin, looking at the rum in his hand.

Sandy tossed him the bottle: "You play the violin really well."

The man in a top hat and formal suit took the bottle and responded with a smile: "Thank you."

He took a sip and said, "Can't sleep?"

Sandy sat down cross-legged: "Something bothers me."

The man playing the violin smiled lightly: "When everyone is upset, I often get upset just to compose music."

He took out an iron cigarette case and took out a cigarette from it: "One?"

Sandy laughed and said, "Why not?"

After a while, Sandy blew out a smoke ring: "Sometimes I wonder if it would be a better choice to escape from my current job and go back to my hometown."

The violinist laughed and said, "It sounds like you're quite dissatisfied with your current job."

"I can't say I'm dissatisfied. After all, it's a happy thing to be able to work with friends. It's just that Childe likes everything to be organized, and I'm the type who has to do whatever I have , I don't really like his arrangement."

Sandy snorted and added, "Child is my friend."

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with saying that.

"I don't like the kind of life where everything has to be arranged and everything has to be done step by step." The violinist shrugged his shoulders and said, "That kind of life is too boring. Every day when I wake up, I know what I have to do today. Is there anything more boring than this?"

Sandy laughed and said: "I think so too, but Childe is very powerful, and his arrangements have never gone wrong, just like this time."

The violinist said 'Oh': "This time?"

"Is there anything special this time?"

The violinist had a harmless smile on his face, like an old friend, asking casually.