Chapter 164 Dinner

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"...Anyway, this is the order you gave me, and I followed it."

Sharf received Alger in the living room of his residence, and the freckled maid poured light-colored tea for the two of them.

The craftsmen had no work today, and the sleeves of their shirts were not rolled up. He took the initiative to pick up a cup of tea and took a sip, complaining in a subtle tone:

"When I was in Intis, I generally wouldn't drink this tasteless and cheap tea."

"I didn't expect that their price would have doubled at sea. I couldn't afford to drink it anymore! I heard that after being transported to the Southern Continent and sold to the indigenous nobles who want to increase their worth, the price could be doubled again. Shipping by sea is really huge profit. ! I even want to go overseas to do business.”

Pirate Captain Alger smiled slightly:

“Risks and opportunities go hand in hand, and at sea, the risks tend to be higher.”

"Buy a boat and rent it to a shipping company for business. As long as the boat doesn't sink, I can make a steady profit." Sharf still refused to give up.

The cost of building a ship is high, but the craftsman who receives a private job does not take it to heart. His improved guns sold very well, and the dividends given to him by the military factory had reached an astonishing 10,000 pounds, and were still increasing. After arriving at sea, Extraordinaries and pirates from all over the world also came to sell Extraordinary characteristics or purchase items. With his identity as a member of the Pilgrimage Sect and the protection of a Sequence 5 strongman who was only one kilometer away from his residence, Sharf had no worries about his life safety. His fortune was astonishing, and he was able to finance this expensive endeavor.

Alger spoke in time, interrupting Sharf's good expectations for the shipping industry:

"Please show me the extraordinary object you have completed."

Sharf swallowed back the words he had not spoken angrily. He reached out and took out a brown box from the secret compartment of the armrest of his sofa and put it on his lap.

Alger leaned forward a little, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the freckled maid standing next to Sharf, staring at him with bright eyes.

bodyguard? Maybe it's a low-sequence Beyonder, or maybe it's an ordinary person carrying a spiritual weapon... Alger secretly guessed.

Since he has not considered murder and cheating, and has already cooperated with him two or three times, Sharf still trusts the ghost captain's trading ethics.

"This is the item created by the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Faceless Man' you brought."

Sharf opened the box and what appeared in front of Alger was a silver mask.

It seems to be made of metal, with exquisite patterns. It is a bit exaggerated if you look closely, but it will definitely be liked by aristocratic ladies who like exquisite objects. The mask only covers the upper half of the face, like a prop used to hide one's identity at a masquerade party. This is in line with the feature of 'changing one's appearance'.

Alger took a few more glances at the detailed patterns and thought it was the personal hobby of this craftsman from Intis. He didn't want to touch it. After looking at it carefully for a moment, he sat upright again.

"The customer who placed the order will like it." Alger said confidently.

"Of course, of course, this item can change one's appearance and do things that are inconvenient for one's true self. Who wouldn't like it?"

Sharf closed the box and put it next to him, and joked casually: "I even couldn't help but wear it myself, and it turned the excess fat and meat into beautiful abdominal muscles."

"It's a pity that it costs a lot of money to keep it, but you can get a thousand pounds from selling it."

When Alger heard this, his eyes stayed on the other person's belly for a few seconds - maybe because the life of a rich man was so good, he felt that the craftsman was a little fatter than the last time they met.

“I’ll bring the reward with me on my next visit,” he said.

The generous Miss Justice spent 5,500 pounds to purchase this item, including 4,500 pounds for "The World" and 1,000 pounds for Scharf. "The World" also paid itself an agency fee.

These are the rewards that have been agreed upon, but "Justice" also purchased other items from himself at the same time, so he will settle the sacrifice together when the time comes. Don't bother Mr. Fool too many times for these little things. Alger felt that he was very measured.

Unexpectedly, Sharf said: "Hurry up, maybe I will leave Bayam in a while."

"Are you moving?"

"No... it should be a business trip." Sharf squinted his eyes and took another sip of tea. "An elder in my family asked me to go on a business trip to the Southern Continent. I don't know when I will leave, and I don't know when I will be able to leave." return."

He didn't want to say more: "So, if you want to successfully complete this order, you'd better hurry up."

An elder... The craftsman was leaving Bayam for the Southern Continent... Alger didn't want to miss such a good processing and resale point. He immediately nodded and explained that he would bring the reward as soon as possible, and expressed his willingness to cooperate in the long term. I hope Sharf can tell him the new address.

After looking at the goods, Alger chatted with the other party for a few words, and then thought of other things.

"Is Mr. Garland in the orphanage now?"

"He's not here right now." Sharf replied, "You have something to do with him? If it's not important, you can tell me first and I'll tell you."

Alger thought about it for a while and made a decision: "Okay."

He had already submitted the same information to the Church of Storms for the first time. Since the church did not prohibit external information, it would be a good thing to use this information to make extra money.

"Mr. Garland de entrusted me to investigate some matters before. He is from the Southern Continent. It is said that his family wrote to him and told him that a large number of missing persons and trafficking cases occurred in the town where he lived. He was suspected to be related to a notorious human trafficker named Ba It’s about ethics.”

"Trading people?" Sharf asked in surprise, "Isn't the Northern Continent already discussing a slave abolition bill?"

"Intis's bill has been introduced, although it is illegal and only requires a fine. The slave trade is very rare now, and even if there are, only beautiful children are worth buying. The scene like the old nobles who went out with dozens of servants can no longer be seen. .”

Alger nodded, and at the same time reached out to pick up the slightly cold tea and drank it in one gulp: "As you said. Without buyers, human traffickers will also reduce the frequency of trafficking, so this large-scale trafficking is very suspicious. "

"Cult priest? Uh, I mean, the Rose School kind."

"The Rose School's stronghold is in the Southern Continent. They have no shortage of sacrifices and there is no need to make a profit for the slave traders."

Sharf understood: "You mean, the Northern Continent is buying slaves?"

Alger shook his head and did not elaborate, but he took out a briefing sheet folded into small pieces and handed it over.

"Please give it to Mr. Garland."

Sharf made a look, and the maid took two steps forward to take the briefing with both hands, and then returned to Sharf without saying a word.

"Then I'll take my leave."

The pirate captain put down his cup, wrapped his hair in a turban, and stood up to leave.

After leaving the door, Alger stretched himself in a good mood, looking forward to the 70 pounds of intelligence fees arriving.

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The passenger ship docked at a port on the colonial island, so dinner included fresh aquatic products and specialty wines.

Although it only stops for one night, there are many people who are willing to disembark and go to the port to dine. The kitchen is unique and provides private ovens and self-service fresh food. Guests in need can use another oven to experience the baking experience at a specific seat. Dinner fun.

The outside god removed the iron pick on the oven, covered it with an iron dinner plate with a raised edge, poured cooking oil on it, and pressed the cut squid onto the red-hot iron dinner plate with a spatula. The squid tentacles made a sizzling sound and began to shrink and curl, shrinking to one-third of their original size in the blink of an eye.

Ten minutes later, he temporarily took off the spatula, brushed a layer of the sauce he had just prepared on the front and back of the squid, and then continued to press it.

Season with coarse salt, and pat two cloves of garlic. After another ten minutes, after brushing with sauce and adding seasonings and frying, the squid finally exudes a "qualified" aroma.

The Declined King shoveled the garlic and the fried squid into the plate, carefully cut them into finger-sized pieces with a cutlery, and used a fork to pick up a squid tentacle that exuded the alluring aroma of sauce.

He suddenly reached out and picked up the plate with grilled squid. At this moment, the ship's hull shook violently.

The entire ship seemed to suddenly tilt dozens of degrees to the right, the chandelier kept shaking, and the restaurant flickered on and off. Everything on the table slipped down, and there were repeated cries of pain from falling down in the restaurant, as well as shouts from the busy chef who was cut by the kitchen utensils.

The oven with the charcoal fire still lit flew out in front of him. He adjusted his wrist movements so that the plate continued to be parallel to the ground, and steadily put the squid tentacles into his mouth.

After the ship slowly reset, he also finished the barbecue, stood up, walked to the deck outside, and casually asked the crew member closest to him:

"Is there an enemy attack?"

The crew was doing evacuation work. Hearing this, he immediately answered at a very fast speed:

"There were two pirate ships, maybe they wanted to plunder this port, and they just happened to find our ship."

"Sir, we have the ability to deal with them. Please return to your room and wait for the good news to come."

He was anxious but not flustered, and his speech was very organized. It must have been an emergency speech prepared by the captain to prevent further chaos in the passenger ship.

Wai Shen looked at the sea, and there were indeed two three-masted sailing ships stationed very close under the night. Although the cannons on the opposite side were ready, there were no signs of artillery bombardment on the hull. It might have been just now. A premeditated impact.

"Can you identify them?" He asked.

The crew hesitated for a moment: "They are two medium-sized pirate gangs. We have sent a telegram to the nearest navy and the captain is negotiating with them. Please return to the cabin and we will lift anchor soon."

The Declined King took another look at the pirate ship dozens of meters away, then turned and walked towards the stairs to the cabin. When he passed the corner, his figure suddenly disintegrated.

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Red skulls fly on the deck of a pirate ship.

Robbery of a passenger ship with limited armed forces and far away from the coast is a good job at sea. Not only can you get a large amount of cash and valuables, but you can also extort a huge ransom by detaining these passengers.

A gunner felt itchy on the back of his neck, so he reached into his collar to scratch for lice. Unexpectedly, he turned his head and saw a small wooden man with his head tilted sitting on a wine barrel behind him.

"What the hell?" He muttered in confusion. He first looked back at the passenger ship, and after confirming that it wouldn't be able to get up for a while, he stood up and picked up the strange little wooden man. This little man is about the size of a palm and has movable joints. It should be a toy. But I don’t want the little girl to play with a doll that has no skirt and no face.

He played with the wooden figure a few times, turned around and shouted to the others: "Hey, whose is this?"

The other pirates either ignored him or glanced up disapprovingly, but no one answered. He grabbed the wooden man and walked to the side of the ship, throwing the toy far away into the sea.

Plop!

The cold seawater suddenly poured into his mouth and ears, rushing straight down his throat.

He was so frightened that he immediately waved his arms to try to float up, but his joints seemed to be rusty and he could not move, and his body seemed to be as heavy as lead. He could only watch in despair as he sank into the sea.

He tried his best to raise his head for the last time and looked in the direction of the ship, only to see "himself" standing on the side of the ship, with exactly the same appearance and clothes, looking at him with a smile.

that's me?

So who am I?

I am……

His thoughts were stagnant and his body was heavy, sinking like a stone under the water without even a bubble emerging.

None of the pirates on the ship paid attention to what was happening here. The "gunner" quickly returned to his position. He reached into his pocket and took out a wet little wooden figure. The little wooden man was covered with sea water, but he kept dancing and seemed very happy.

It showed a happy smile, turned its head 360 degrees very quickly, looked around the entire deck, and immediately selected the next prey.

A boatswain stood up, kicked off the debris at his feet and walked towards the cabin, perhaps wanting to go back and get some food. It also stood up silently, followed the other party, suddenly stretched out its hand, and turned the boatswain's head halfway around, to his back.

His neck made a slight cracking sound, and their eyes met, suddenly showing the same smile.

The bosun stretched out his hand and turned his head back, approached the cabin with a smile, and stretched out his hand to the oncoming staff officer.

Soon, a smile appeared on the staff officer's face.

…

On another pirate ship, a pirate who was bored and waiting for the outcome of the negotiation was observing the situation with a telescope. He looked at the captain of the passenger ship standing on the bow, shouting loudly with the leader of the Red Skull Pirates, and it seemed that they were still in a stalemate.

He turned the camera and scanned the ship of the Red Skull Pirates. He saw that everyone on the deck was staying in their respective positions, preparing meticulously, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Hey." He nudged another pirate standing nearby with his elbow, put down the telescope, pointed at the Red Skull Pirates' ship and said, "Why are they so quiet? Don't you think it's a little strange..."

The pirate wearing a gray shirt next to him turned his head straight:

"What's weird?"

The three gunners behind him turned their heads behind their backs at the same time and asked in unison:

"What's weird?"

The first mate, second mate, and everyone else of the pirate group poked their heads out from all corners of the ship, stared at him, and asked questions together:

"What's weird?"

The pirate was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his binoculars fell from his hands. He moved half a step to the side and suddenly fell to the ground. He twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

Others surrounded his body three levels inside and three outside. Seeing that he was frightened to death, they took out his spirit body and asked persistently:

"What's so strange about it?"

The pirate spirit said: "How could the Red Skull be so well-trained..."

A pale corpse walked out of the cabin. Seeing this scene, he commented calmly:

"It's weird everywhere."

Everyone turned their heads back together, and a small wooden man poked his head out of the pocket of the pirate in a gray shirt. The pirate then complained:

"grown ups!"

"He said I was weird!"

The corpse who was once the leader of this pirate group said: "It's really strange. I clearly remember that you have never met Amon. The instincts of your two paths are actually interconnected in this way."

"You are a faceless man and a secret puppet master. You must learn to manipulate and disguise. Don't learn the scary methods of thieves."

"Manipulation, and disguise?"

They repeated it in unison. Except for the pirate in gray, everyone else started to make different movements. Even the pirate who was frightened to death stood up again holding the telescope.

But just like it takes a short period of practice for a person to draw a circle with his left hand and a square with his right hand, these people are walking around trying to simulate their original behavior, but they keep bumping into each other, stepping on the left foot and the right foot. Walking forward facing the wall, rolling on the ground and kicking my legs, unable to stand up, it felt like I had mistakenly entered the Ubisoft world. The "faceless doll" made frequent mistakes, and even accidentally fired at the Red Skull Pirates in the distance.

A water column exploded very close to the Red Skull Pirates' ship, shaking the ship.

The corpse watched the water column rise and fall in silence, then turned to look at the gray-clothed pirate. The small wooden figure in the pirate's pocket slowly hid in his pocket.

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The sound of distant gunfire and the sudden shaking of the ship attracted the attention of the captain of the Red Skull Pirates. "Sea Wolf" Johnson, who had a bounty of 900 pounds, immediately stared at the captain of the passenger ship opposite with fierce eyes.

"How dare you launch an attack!" The sound of cannons came from behind. Johnson instinctively felt that something was wrong, but his first reaction was to shout slander in an attempt to scare the captain of the passenger ship. "There is nothing left to talk about, sir, get ready." Pray to your God!”

When the cannon sounded, the captain of the passenger ship showed a vague surprise on his face, expecting the call for naval assistance to arrive.

But the sky and sea in the distance were dark, and no reinforcements could be seen.

Could it be that there was internal strife...?

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps behind Johnson, and the first mate with an eyepatch on one eye hurried over and whispered a few words in Johnson's ear.

The captain of the passenger ship caught the flash of surprise on Johnson's face. He immediately made a gesture behind his back, and the crew member closest to the cabin door immediately stepped out of the door, notifying the crew to weigh anchor and prepare for a fight.

At this moment, Johnson suddenly pulled out his revolver and fired several shots. No one on the passenger ship expected this at all. Several people were immediately shot and bleeding.

"You're lucky!"

Seeing this, the resentment in Johnson's heart was finally reduced by more than half, and he followed the first mate into the cabin. The Red Skull Pirates' ship began to turn around, and the black muzzle stuck out.

The captain of the passenger ship covered his injured arm with one hand. After their figures disappeared, his anxious heart finally relaxed. He shouted without thinking: "Call the ship's doctor quickly!"

With a kick, Johnson rushed into the cabin and looked at the crowded ship of the Black Blood Pirates in the distance. After swearing a few curse words, he was about to give the order to fire when his instinct suddenly struck him and he stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head sharply, looked at his first mate, and then kicked a gunner on the deck without warning:

"Farley! You drunkard, why don't you have a bottle in your hand today?!"

As he spoke, Johnson had already pulled out his knife and used his eyes to hint to the people around him to keep an eye on the gunner.

The drunkard looked at his hands slowly - the multi-threading operation caused the "faceless puppet" to process information very slowly now - and then slowly reached out and grabbed the half-left Lonzi at his feet. Johnson's eyelids jumped at the sight of the wine bottle, and he kicked him over again.

At the same time, he finally noticed something unusual and said that Heixue had rebelled, but the opponent just kept walking up and down the deck. He had wasted so long, and the opponent didn't even fire a single shot!

Farley, who was kicked to the ground, looked forward, kicked his legs, and waved his hands in the air, as if he was too drunk to stand up. But he didn't expect that after a moment, he actually stood up straight and sideways as if being led by an invisible thread. Johnson's hair stood on end, and he immediately swung his knife to chop off his head, but the surrounding light source suddenly decreased - everyone on the deck turned towards him and took a big step closer!

"You found out!"

"Performing is not good enough!"

"Make up for it by killing you!"

Dozens of them reached for Johnson at the same time. Johnson yelled and swung the knife wildly, but it soon got stuck in the bone of a subordinate and could not be pulled out. Those hands grabbed his hair, tore off his ears, gouged out his eyes... and soon stripped all the removable organs from his body, turning him into an unrecognizable mass of rotten flesh. .

Then they turned and the two ships began to alternately bombard each other.

Soon, the cannonballs concentrated in Black Blood's ammunition magazine and opened a huge gap in the Red Skull. They sank and exploded at the same time, turning into two blazing wrecks. Naturally, no one survived.

Everyone on the passenger ship who was extremely vigilant and quietly turned the ship around witnessed this scene completely. The ship's doctor even forgot to bandage the ship.

"What happened? Why did the pirates who came to rob us just now fight among themselves and died together..."

The secretary looked at the two pieces of debris and muttered to himself in shock.

"That's not important. What's important is that they were all wiped out and we were unscathed. ... Count the personnel and set sail immediately after confirming that everything is correct."

The captain's eyes were full of disbelief and deep joy of surviving the disaster.

The Outer God returned to the deck and met a hurried crew member. When the crew saw Him, they immediately spoke:

"Sir, why are you outside?"

"Please return to the cabin quickly. The threat of pirates has been resolved and we are about to leave this port!"

The Outer God nodded, separated from the crew, and returned to his guest room.

He opened his clenched palms, and a translucent spirit appeared above his palms. The only captain who had not been swallowed, Johnson, floated in the air in a daze, with the frightened expression before his death still remaining on his face.

"Do you know any information on the sea recently?"

Hearing this question, the pain on Johnson's face lessened a little, and he began to answer dreamily:

"I know……"

"There are cult activities in Banxi Port, which have been dealt with by the Church of Storms and are prohibited from docking..."

"Danis Dubois killed the second officer of 'Admiral of Blood', 'Steel' Maiviti, and many other subordinates..."

TBC

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Unexpectedly, the first person to be informed of the decline was you, Danitz! .jpg

Humans also need education, mythical creatures can also educate, active extraordinary items can still educate, this is considered healthy!

After all, Gehrman's name hasn't spread yet, at least until... some time later.