Chapter 39 Bold Assumptions

On the ocean, pirates have three iconic common hobbies, that is, spirits, women and gambling. Alger Wilson just took out his silver pocket watch, opened it and glanced at it, and then he understood where he should go first. Ask for news.

At a quarter past 11 o'clock, the brothel and the bar have not opened, only the casino, must have gathered a bunch of guys who want to get rich easily.

Alger's familiarity with Bayam, a port city, is better than that of his hometown. There is almost no pause in identifying the direction. He turns around smoothly and comes to the outside of a casino in a secluded alley without a signboard.

As far as he knew, the owner of this "Gold Coin Casino" was a gang leader with a deep background, who had an inexplicable but vague connection with the big man in the Governor's Palace, and was the first choice for many pirates to sell their stolen goods and buy them.

Because of this, there are often pirates here. They may only exchange the looted items for thick gold pounds in the morning, and they lose a mess in the evening and are driven out.

Alger pulled on his thick brown coat, pressed the peaked cap that was passed down from the mainland, pushed open the half-closed door, and entered the casino under the watchful eyes of one bodyguard.

——In the Loen Kingdom, casinos are not allowed. They can only be attached to bars in the form of rooms. However, in the kingdom's vast overseas colonies, it is not only legal, but also a pillar industry. Bayam and Areser of East Balam are the most famous in this regard, and many rich people from Backlund and Jianhai Coast will go there specially to gamble.

Looking around, Alger saw a variety of card games, as well as roulette-style gambling derived from dice.

Since it was still early, there were not many gamblers, and Alger quickly "surfed" them.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he keenly recognized who the guy who had been dressed up was.

He took off his hat, walked to a table playing Texas Hold'em, patted the target's shoulder, lowered his back, leaned into the opponent's ear, and said in a low voice:

"Flame."

Danitz was using his right hand to open the corner of his hole card, and was so frightened that he almost jumped up and shot the guy behind him with flames.

After being attacked by "Steel" McVeity, he knew that he should not come out to inquire about the news with his true face, that would be targeted by greedy pirates.

Although most of the pirates are not strong enough to be ignored by Danitz, he is also unwilling to expose Xingzang, causing setbacks in his plan to hunt "Steel" McVeity.

But what he didn't expect was that his elaborate make-up would be exposed 1 hour after going out.

Danitz was highly tense, turned his head quickly, and glanced out of the corner of his eye to see who was "greeting".

After seeing the iconic seagrass-like dark blue hair, Danitz breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to observe whether the players heard each other's words.

All the gamblers were seriously studying the hole cards, or throwing or folding them, completely ignoring what was going on here.

"Why are you here?" Danitz asked casually.

He and Alger had met at the previous pirate conference, and they knew that the other party had a ghost ship and a dozen sailors. He was a good but not well-known guy.

According to the judgment of "Lieutenant General Iceberg", such a small and not strong pirate group can keep an ancient ghost ship, indicating that there is a large force behind them. They may be members of the Church of the Storm, or they may be with which pirate Wang, which secret organization is involved, usually disguised as an ordinary pirate, to collect information on the target for the true loyalists, to facilitate targeted removal, and sometimes, instead of the behind-the-scenes forces to do some things that are inconvenient for them, such as silence, For example, robbing a special item.

There are not a lot of similar pirate groups, and no one will take care of such things.

Alger pulled the chair next to him, sat down, turned his head slightly, and asked in a low voice:

"I heard that your captain got the 'Key of Death'?"

Danitz sneered and laughed:

"I thought you had your own brain, but I was disappointed.

"How can something like this be so easy to get?

"If you want it and you pay enough, we will definitely sell it!

"How? Do you want to consider this deal?"

Alger said casually:

"Maybe it has other secrets, maybe someone wants to deal with your captain."

"Who knows? Shit!" Danitz cursed loudly at the new round of trump cards.

Immediately, he pressed his voice again:

"That thing doesn't look like a human creation, it might belong to a giant or a demon."

"Creation? Your captain is still insisting on teaching you words?" Alger asked amusingly.

It is rumored that "Lieutenant General Iceberg" is a lady who has a strict attitude towards knowledge. She can't bear to be illiterate. Therefore, on the "Golden Dream", there are general knowledge and reading courses every day, and the crew members are forced to take turns to participate. .

Danitz showed an expression that didn't want to look back:

"It's much harder than fighting people!

"Because of this, we can't always recruit enough crew members, and every time we call at the port to replenish, someone will resign..."

He did not continue the topic, looked at the dealer, and said to himself:

"Help me keep an eye on the whereabouts of 'Steel'."

"Steel" McViti? Second mate of "Admiral Blood"? Alger looked down at Danitz's left arm that was slightly propped up by the splint, and asked rhetorically:

"Assaulted by him?

"For that key?"

"His brain has been eaten by his living corpse!" Danitz emphasized.

"You want to get revenge on him?" Argel speculated from the other party's tone and request.

"Hehe." Danitz smiled without saying a word, as if looking intently at the new hole card.

Alger recalled and said:

"The last time your captain showed up was seven days ago, near Sunya Island, which was confirmed by a certain telegram, that the 'Golden Dream' did not arrive at Bayam so soon.

"You have a new helper? If you are alone, even if 'Steel' has only one person, you are not his opponent, and you know, he is always surrounded."

To Alger's question, Danitz's response was to throw a chip:

"Call!"

"Who is it?" Argel first assumed that Danitz's attitude was acquiescence, and said with the mentality that he would not lose anything if he asked.

Danitz stared at the board and replied simply:

"you do not know."

I do not recognize? Anyone who has the strength to deal with "Steel" McVetee, whether it is a pirate or an adventurer, should be famous in the ocean... Unless they belong to a secret organization, or go to sea for the first time, of course, it may also be Danitz. I don't want to answer, I'm afraid of revealing secrets, the probability is the highest... I belong to a certain organization, go to sea for the first time, and have the strength to deal with "Steel" McViti... Alger raised his eyelids slightly, and had a bold guess.

He tapped the edge of the table and asked casually:

"Have you had a good time at Bansi Harbor?"

He accented the word "play".

Danitz turned his head in amazement and blurted out:

"How did you know?"

He believed that in the style of the Church of the Storms, it was impossible to expose the scandal, and the passengers of the White Onyx only arrived last night, and all the people who witnessed the process signed a non-disclosure agreement. How could the news spread so quickly?

Alger smiled and didn't answer.

At this moment, he deeply understood the value of Emperor Roselle's words:

Make bold assumptions, check carefully!

Danitz put away the winning chips and muttered:

"It's not a big deal, there are some ancient customs that are reviving, leading to the fall of a storm bishop."

Sure enough... Alger said with a low smile:

"I'll help you keep an eye on Steel's whereabouts.

"But how should I contact you?"

"Well... No. 15 Fragrant Tree Avenue is an uninhabited house. You can write the news on paper and throw it in." Danitz replied hesitantly.

Alger nodded, stood up and patted Danitz the Flame on the shoulder:

"Don't forget the reward."

He turned around and walked towards the door.

Watching the captain of the ghost ship leave, Danitz couldn't help muttering:

"This guy is not bad.

"However, I have to get out of here too."

He didn't dare to trust Alger completely. He was afraid that in a few minutes, the other party would lead the group of "Steel" McVetee to kill him.

After leaving the Gold Coin Casino, Alger, who was wearing local wide-leg pants, walked slowly to the street, entered a department store, found the corresponding counter, and smiled and took out a brass penny:

"Give me a deck of tarot cards."

While waiting, he thought of a question leisurely:

At this time, what are the favored ones of Mr. Fool doing?

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Inside Old John's Restaurant.

Klein watched as the waiter placed the grilled fish plate in front of him, with something like straw wrapped around it, and covered with various spices he knew and didn't know.

The strong smell penetrated into Klein's nose, greatly enriching the secretion of his saliva.

As expected of the Spice Islands... Klein was about to pick up the knife and fork when he saw the waiter put two branch-like things on the dinner plate.

Chopsticks? Klein was a little surprised.

Then he quickly locked down the suspect:

Roselle Gustav!

"This kind of tableware has to be used when eating grilled barbs. It is said that Emperor Roselle got the inspiration from the elf customs." The waiter introduced.

Elf customs? Sure enough, it is a race that loves cooking and gourmet food... Or, it was purely an excuse made by Roselle... Klein guessed with a good understanding of someone's personality.

He went to several church hospitals in Bayam in the morning, trying to provide hospice care for some dying people, to help them fulfill their wishes, and to play in depth by the way, but he never found a suitable target.

This is not to say that no one has died in the hospital, but that there are family members, either accompanying them, or witnessing the death, and then pretending to be, there is no possibility of disguise, only scary effects.

Wait for a walk around the bar where adventurers gather. There are many foreigners who come to the sea in pursuit of wealth. They will die at any time like wild dogs that no one cares about, in some dark corner, but their families will never get it. News... Klein restrained his mind and focused on food.

PS: Ask for a recommended monthly ticket on Monday~