Chapter 16 Character Design

The confrontational burly man was wearing a blue and white striped shirt unique to the navy, and his arms were still bare in the cold weather near zero.

He held a dagger in his hand and pressed it against the throat of the man opposite, but he was pointed right between his eyebrows by an old handgun that could enter a museum.

The owner of the pistol is also a strong man over 1.8 meters tall, with strong muscles and a shiny face. He has shaved off his hair and has sea eagle tattoos. He cursed:

"Shit Navy!

"No one in Port Damir dares to slander me as a pirate's informant!"

The navy scolded him without showing any weakness, and the two sides showed off the rich swear words at sea.

Klein watched for a few seconds, walked around the edge, and came to Captain Elland, who was wearing a straight sword at his waist and hiding a pistol, and asked calmly and casually:

"what's going on?"

"The quarrel between two drunkards, in the port of Damir, in the surrounding waters, there have always been such rumors that the 'Sea Eagle' Logan served the owner of the 'Black Tulip'. The navy just mentioned this, but it happened to be 'Sea Eagle' met."

The owner of the "Black Tulip"? Isn't it "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell? Klein turned around and sat on the high chair in front of the bar, and tapped on the wooden countertop:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

"6 pence." The bartender with bronze complexion and white teeth said without enthusiasm as he wiped his glass.

In terms of land specialties, the price is much higher than that of Backlund and Tingen... Klein took out a handful of copper coins and counted 6 pence to the other party.

At this time, the conflict between Logan and the navy was stopped by the guards of the bar. They each said harsh words and retreated to different corners.

Maybe it was due to the loss of face, the navy left in a hurry after ten seconds, and the atmosphere in the bar became lively again.

"Want to play cards?" Captain Elland pointed to the stairs on the side of the bar.

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

Elland subconsciously wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but was stopped by his stern and sharp demeanor, so he could only tidy up his dark red coat and reminded him:

"Don't look for women here."

Klein nodded, picked up the cup containing Southwell beer, and took a sip.

"Also, don't trust anyone here, only a small part of what they say is true." Elland carried his own Lie Langqi and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Klein glanced at him sideways, and asked with an unchanged expression:

"Including you?"

"...Maybe." Elland was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, "At least my reminder just now is true, well, it's also true that I'm a man!"

That's not necessarily the case... There is a potion called "witch" in this "world"... Klein looked away, drinking slowly while listening to the bragging of the drinkers around him.

After two or three minutes, a short and thin man sat beside Klein with his own wine.

"Man, you look like an adventurer." He tilted his head slightly and smiled.

The man who greeted him had black hair and blue eyes, his facial features were old, and his temperament was quite wretched.

"you can say it this way.

Klein responded coldly.

"It can be seen that you are a hunter, a hunter chasing bounty and wealth." The short man glanced left and right, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Have you heard of the 'Empire of Ghosts'?"

I've heard of Amway, and I've also heard of the heavenly father and savior sealed under the sea... Klein used the ability of the "faceless man" to send out a signal not to approach me:

"Yeah, a huge, ancient ghost ship full of treasure."

"We have clues about it!" The little man said in an infectious tone, "We found some information and know where it will appear next time! We don't want to cheapen pirates and navies, and we don't want to be robbed of wealth by others, so , decided to rent an armed merchant ship to wait in that sea area, which will cost about 1,000 pounds, I have already found 15 companions, and raised 720 pounds, are you interested in participating?"

Before Klein could speak, he fumbled and took out a stack of tan letters:

"I know you won't believe it easily. In fact, no one will believe it. But after reading these materials, the 15 friends in front of me decided to join our plan."

...I have a gullible face? Or, as long as outsiders, can't escape this kind of thing? Klein was considering whether to authenticate those letters, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Logan, the "Sea Eagle" who had been arguing with someone just now, walking over.

"Woody, you're lying again! You damn rat in the sewage!" Logan picked up the little man and threw him to the open space in the middle of the bar, where he fell on his back.

This strong man with a blue tattoo on his head took advantage of the opportunity to sit where Woody was just now, and said with a bold smile:

"Excuse me, this is our Port Damier rat, always doing things to ruin our reputation.

"In fact, we are very friendly, if you want to inquire about anything, just ask me.

"Hehe, don't believe those guys' slander, I'm an upright person and have nothing to do with 'Admiral of Hell'!"

The more you emphasize it, the more suspicious it becomes... Klein thought for a while, his expression remained unchanged, and he said in a flat tone:

"I want to know the latest rumors."

"No problem." "Sea Eagle" Logan patted the bar table and said to the bartender, "Here is a plate of special bacon, and I invite this guy to taste our most famous delicacy in Damir."

With the same indifferent face, the bartender opened the door and entered the kitchen at the back, and quickly brought out a plate of sliced ​​bacon with distinct red and white textures.

"5 pounds." He didn't look at "Sea Eagle" Logan, but directly looked at Klein.

"5 pounds." "Sea Eagle" Logan turned his head sideways, smiled warmly, and raised his arms to show his muscles, "Everyone heard it just now, you want to treat me to special bacon in order to thank me. "

Klein didn't realize what happened to him for a moment, and he didn't realize that he had been blackmailed until the bartender urged him a second time, and the other party's routine was quite deep.

First use an easy-to-see-through trick to let "Sea Eagle" Logan appear on the stage, successfully gaining the target's favor, then ordering an expensive special cured meat as a treat, and finally turning his back on him, turning black and white, and forced to buy Strong selling... No wonder none of the drunks booed when "Mouse" Woody was thrown out... They were all afraid of Logan, who was said to be serving the "Admiral of Hell"... How should we deal with it? My current character is Gehrman Sparrow, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter... Klein picked up his glass, took a sip of the beer with a strong wheat aroma, and asked in his usual tone:

"Why not grab it directly?"

"Why not grab it directly?" Logan was a little stunned when asked.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger.

Boom!

Klein swung his fist with his left hand and hit "Sea Eagle" Logan on the jaw.

, beat him to the bar counter position.

Pushing his right palm, Klein quickly left the chair and approached Logan's body that was about to fall.

His thighs tensed, and his knees jerked upwards, hitting Logan's lower abdomen.

puff! Logan looked back, eyes bulging, mouth half-open.

Klein took advantage of the opportunity to draw his gun, stuffed the revolver into the opponent's mouth, and pulled back the firing hammer.

"I... I am..." Logan yelled vaguely.

Klein stared into his eyes, suddenly pulled out the revolver, swung violently, and hit Logan with his fist on the side of the face.

Logan's teeth fell out one by one immediately, and his mouth was covered in blood.

Faced with such a heavy blow and pain beyond the limit, he rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

Klein supported his body, and found a handful of broken banknotes and coins from his pocket.

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

"Don't look for it."

The bartender's bronzed face turned pale, and he shouted in a panic:

"My boss is 'White Shark'!"

Klein didn't even look at him, let go of his hand, and let the "Sea Eagle" Logan fall to the ground. Then, he sat down again, forked a piece of bacon, and stuffed it into his mouth to taste. He felt that the flavor was quite unique. The smell of the smell spread out, scratching the stomach and throat.

After eating two slices, he raised his head and asked:

"Does your boss know that you are in collusion with 'Sea Eagle'?"

"No, he, no..." the bartender replied mutteringly.

Seeing that Klein had no tendency to continue attacking and paid the money without hesitation, the guards who approached silently backed away.

Klein took a sip of his wine, glanced at the "Sea Eagle" Logan on the ground, and calmly said to the bartender:

"He is Ludwell's informant, how much reward can he receive?"

"No, he's not." The bartender shook his head and said, "This is all the news he spread by himself. He paid for the navy just now! Only in this way can the people here be afraid of him..."

Hearing this answer, the drinkers at the bar put down their glasses in astonishment, and even a drunk staggered to Logan's side and spit on his face.

Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! Many drinkers followed suit.

Klein bowed his head again, and said while eating the special bacon:

"Tell me about the latest rumors."

The bartender heaved a sigh of relief, and while wiping the glass, he intermittently introduced the rumors in the past two months, including what Klein had heard of and what he had just learned.

The Royal Navy's "Prize" ironclad destroys a passing pirate group during routine training... Panic about the giant ship's cannons begins to spread among some small and medium pirate forces... Some of them want to take advantage of the ironclad fleet before it takes shape. The opportunity to commit crimes crazily, get out of this business with a sum of money... In the next six months to a year, the sea will not be calm... "Admiral of Blood" Senor and "Vice Admiral of Dusk" Bulatov Ivan There was a conflict in the southern waters of Sonia Island. There was a big battle, and two boats sank each... Klein just listened and didn't ask, and gradually filled his stomach.

Seeing that the plate containing the special bacon was emptied, he drank the remaining beer and stood up slowly.

"Remember today's lesson." Klein handed the plate to the bartender.

Just as the bartender was about to reach out, he suddenly grabbed the hair on the back of his head with his palm.

boom!

Klein pressed hard and smashed the bartender's head on the bar counter, causing sawdust to fly and blood to flow out, causing the drinkers to run away, and the guards rushed over at high speed.

After finishing all this, Klein clapped his hands, picked up his wine glass, and tried to pour the remaining wine on the bartender's head.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Klein silently gave up, turned around and bent down, grabbed "Sea Eagle" Logan, and threw him to the guards who rushed over.

Taking advantage of the guards evading and the chaos in the bar, Klein ran fast, circled around agilely, and left "Flying Fish and Wine" with ease.

He pressed his hat, walked quickly, and turned into the side street.

After changing direction continuously, he suddenly slowed down and had an extra gold coin in his hand.

The gold coin kept jumping between his fingers, as if he was investigating something.