Chapter 174 Pirates’ Daily Life

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Provocation is like breathing to a hunter. If you can't afford it, don't be a hunter. When Medici heard this, he smiled with unknown meaning and did not comment on the mild sarcasm, "Are you only capable of such superficial sarcasm?"

His left cheek was split into a mouth:

"You are from the Sauron family. I can feel the connection between you and me."

"Your extraordinary characteristics also come from the Sauron family. Why are you dissatisfied with the family?"

Traynor's eyes drifted to the ceiling (he would do this when he didn't want to answer questions since he was a child), and then he touched the mouth on Medici's left face, feeling that the questions in his heart were finally answered. .

It turned out to be "Sauron Einhorn Medici"...it was just the names of the three angels spelled together because of the fusion of spiritual imprints. It is common in angel families for descendants to inherit the characteristics of their ancestors. This is a precious legacy. If there is a certain degree of integration with the ancestors, sometimes they will be more respected - "You and a certain great predecessor Isn’t it a compliment?

However, it turns out that the Red Angel mainly appears in the form of Medici. Fortunately, I was mentally prepared to see a Chimera or a strange creature with three heads and three upper bodies...

And the main spirit is Medici, so just default to Medici.

"Greetings, ancestor."

Traynor bowed slightly again and said very naturally:

"My mother married an outsider, so I have the blood of the Sauron family. But essentially, I am an outsider who was given a surname."

"The relationship between me and my family is very ordinary. All my close family members have been killed in the previous rebellion. Ancestor, you can delete me from the Sauron family's genealogy in your heart."

I would rather maintain a family relationship with my father than with my family - he didn't say this.

"You kid..."

After saying that, he looked at Medici who was watching the show and put the briefcase in his hand on the table:

"Staff transfer and preparations need to be sorted out. Your Highness the Red Angel, if you have no other opinions, then I'm going to get to work."

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Gilcias kicked the corpse away from his feet and used his knife to open the ropes tied to the secret compartment. He kicked open the secret door and a hot stench suddenly hit his face.

There was joy on his face, and he laughed:

"It's a slave ship!"

"We just need to replenish a batch of artillery shells and building materials, Praise the Death!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly took a breath, looked at Agaritu who was looking into the distance high on the deck from the corner of his eye, and said fearfully: "Praise the Immortal King."

The pirates were eager to tap the loot on the ship. After chanting a few random words of praise, they swarmed all over the slave ship, trying to dig out a few wallets or some precious metals from the corners and the corpses of the crew.

The necklace was snatched away, the fingers were cut off to take away the rings, and the gold teeth from the corpse's mouth were also taken away.

"Hey, the third upper tooth is a gold tooth, and the skin is red, which is characteristic of the southern continent. Is this Barron?"

The first mate came over and knocked out all the teeth on the corpse with one punch, then threw the only gold tooth into the basin to be washed with other items. After confirming the identity of the body, he cut off Barron's head with a short knife. The notorious slave trader Barron was offered a reward by a secret organization in the Southern Continent. The Rose School and the Spiritual Religion generously offered a reward of two thousand pounds, and several churches in the Southern Continent offered a reward of more than five thousand pounds.

Just find someone to collect the reward and kill him afterwards.

It is said that Barron has colluded with the Northern Continent, and the Spiritual Religion Group and the Rose School have increased the rewards by two hundred each.

"I actually met him! I'm really lucky today!"

With a total of more than 8,000 pounds, the "Death" had no need for money, so the pirates began to pray in their hearts that the captain would leak some money from his fingers and give them some money. Even if it was only 10%, it would be enough for everyone to spend two or three days drinking and drinking.

Agaritu was thinking about his character, and suddenly felt that the spirit of some people in the pirate group was resting on him. He glanced at the deck and spit out a number: "Twenty percent."

Sporadic cheers rang out on the deck, and the pirates all laughed, as if they saw the Red Theater so close at hand, the coveted gentle land and endless drinks of Lielangqi.

The slaves were forced by the sharp blade, holding their heads and walked out of the cabin one by one in panic.

An adult male slave could make one cannonball and half a deck. In the previous encounter with Bernadette, the "Suicide" suffered a certain degree of damage. Not only did it have to repair at least twenty external armor plates on the outside, but a lot of ammunition was also burned.

There were five hundred people hidden on this slave ship. It was more than enough to repair the damage and it was enough for the sailors to have fun.

In the end, there were at least 200 people left. Agaritu asked the pirates to contact slave traders in the Northern Continent, as well as the Spiritual Religion Group and the Rose School of Thought. At the same time, they collected a three-point deposit and sold to whoever offered the higher price. The latter seems to be a precious resource of faith.

After receiving the slaves and using some of them to fill the "Sad Death" on the spot, the flagship continued to sail forward with the fleet in a mighty manner, stopping at the port of one of the base islands under its command at noon.

There were no plundering plans during this period. The huge sums of money made from the slaves and precious metals taken away from the slave ships would make many islands fall into a gentle land of drunkenness and wealth. Maybe small boats would even dock there. Yam. While the others were having a great time, bragging about their achievements and knowledge, Agaritu changed his appearance slightly and slipped off the ship, teleporting from the spirit world to other nearby neutral islands.

Headless sailing eastward away from this sea area may arouse suspicion. Other pirates have insufficient evidence. The important thing is not to let the church notice that they are deliberately approaching the eastern continent.

We need a cover for this... The "Sunken Laurel" is in the north, too far away. The best way at the moment may be to take a stroll in the Sea of ​​Gods of War, and then go all the way north to investigate the sinking of the Balam Empire. treasure.

Agaritu sat down at a seaside restaurant. The "faceless doll" showed two arms and head from his coat pocket, looking like a small decoration.

It was adjusting Agaritu's appearance to prevent others from matching him with the portrait on the wanted poster.

The Immortal King ordered the restaurant's signature grilled fish and the more expensive beef stew at sea, and the restaurant gave them ale.

The quality of the beer is average, but the production process is closer to Fusac because the alcohol taste is stronger. Although it is beer, it tastes like strong liquor. This is also a common hobby among sailors who suffer from hangovers in their daily life.

While drinking beer and other staple food, Agaritu took out the letter sent by Forsi.

There are three pages in total, recording two Tarot sessions. Once was on the 10th and once was on the 17th, which was yesterday.

Unexpectedly, Forsi's procrastination didn't attack, and he finished organizing the records and sent them out the next day. Could it be that he just happened to go out for something, so he stopped by?

There weren't many things worthy of his attention in the last Tarot session. The appearance of the words "Monster List around Silver City" made him stunned for a moment, and he almost forgot that there was a "Land Abandoned by Gods" in it. Here comes the kid. This kind of thing can be made public and freely sold at parties. The Source Castle is really useful. It was also mentioned in the middle that the two gentlemen "The World" and "The Hanged Man" cooperated due to the changes in Bansi Port, which proves that they should have happened to be at sea.

"The Hanged Man" was probably a pirate, which was normal at sea. Forsi also sold the eyes of the dragon's eye and sea eagle. Unsurprisingly, this "Hanged Man" will soon be promoted to Sequence 6. It is estimated that his reputation will be slightly greater, and his identity may be inferred from this.

"So, Klein was in Banxi at that time?"

Agaritu frowned and muttered to himself: "It's unbelievable. If that person and that thing didn't know my current identity, and the original Agaritu didn't know that thing, I would have to doubt who it was. What a fool."

"Furthermore, Klein was also involved in the Kavitua incident, and used the Source Castle to steal Kavitua's inheritance. It is basically certain that he was in Bayam on the day of the tsunami, or was near Bayam, so he had the opportunity to fish in troubled waters. ."

After saying that, he frowned again.

The soothsayer blessed by Source Castle has extremely keen inspiration. Since the two sides are so close, he may have to control his malice to prevent being detected by Source Castle in advance.

After all, in order to be as different as possible from Edward Vaughn, I did not go out of my way to share an angel-level status. Now I am indeed just an ordinary demigod.

It’s not clear yet what effect the Death Archon’s copper whistle has besides summoning the Pale Legion. Just being able to call Azik is enough to make him a little demigod.

Perhaps, if you meet Klein now, you can consider playing hostility for a while instead of directly killing him?

After thinking for a while, Agaritu took out the second piece of letter paper.

Forsi briefly told about yesterday's Tarot meeting. In addition to the usual buying and selling transactions, Forsi said, "I have handed over the wireless telegraph machine ordered by Mr. World." Why did Klein want to buy the telegraph machine? ? Who to contact?

In addition, there was another thing that caught the attention of the novelist at the Tarot meeting, that is, "Mr. 'World' and Mr. 'The Hanged Man' communicated privately for a short while, but after the exchange, Mr. 'The Hanged Man' He looked disturbed." Fors didn't know what the specific incident was, but Mr. "The Hanged Man" rarely showed obvious uneasy body language, which made it difficult for her not to care.

"Perhaps something terrible happened, but I can't think of what kind of thing could make the experienced Mr. Hanged Man so nervous." Forsi complained in the letter, "Maybe he found out about his savings Lost it all at once?”

There is also Forsi's complaint about himself: "I finally became a 'Master of Magic', successfully promoted to Sequence 8, mastered some small spells such as freezing and blinding, and finally no longer just walked through walls. Haha, Maybe you will find this interesting, but actually, I think I should go to the circus and get a job..."

This information was somewhat useful. After reading it carefully, Agaritu put the letter away again, and then conceived what to write in the reply while eating.

The beef stew was mediocre, and the taste was a little worse than the restaurant Backlund often went to. But the grilled fish in this restaurant is indeed the signature dish. The fish is fresh and tender, with a smooth texture and distinct layers. You can taste the obvious aroma of fruit wood. The seasonings and the restaurant’s secret sauce are also quite delicious. No wonder one fish is enough. 15p is still selling like hot cakes.

Some sailors at the table next to me were drunk, and they started discussing in the restaurant without any explanation:

"Did you hear about the big tsunami in Bayam two days ago? The Bayam port is gone!"

"I heard that half of Bayam was flooded by the sea water. Now there is a lack of manpower for reconstruction. Maybe we can still make a stable living."

"Is it true or not that there was a fierce battle between the 'Immortal King' and the 'Mysterious Queen'? The reward for the 'Immortal King' has been increased by 7,000. This is most likely true!"

"But the 'Immortal King' is still at the bottom among the four kings!"

Agaritu:…

This is a problem if the sealed object on hand is too strong, which is quite good.

"The reward for the 'Fire Flame' Dali has been increased again!" A drunken sailor said to his companions, "It is said that it is already five thousand pounds! It has increased by eight hundred!"

"Didn't he already get a raise once this month?! From more than three thousand to four thousand two!" His companion's voice was still calm, but his lower body was on the chair and his upper body was on the ground. The companion stared at the old wooden ceiling for a while, and suddenly became furious, "He's so warm! If only the stocks I bought could rise like this! I would have made enough money to wash my hands, go back, get married, and become a rich man." Got it!"

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became lively, and many people immediately participated in the discussion.

Agaritu, who was eating quietly, had his entry for "Daniz Dubois" suddenly updated with a lot of information. For example, the last time the reward was increased, it was because he killed the second officer of "Admiral Blood". This time, the reward was returned. I don’t know why, but I know it was improved by the Church of Storms. According to an alcoholic who claimed that he had inside information - "My cousin's wife's brother's neighbor's son is the pastor of the Church of Storms" said that it was because Lie Yan openly posted an advertisement for the Red Theater on the door of the Church of Storms. Only then would the Church of Storms be furious and offer a reward.

His nonsense was widely recognized by the crowd in the restaurant, and the atmosphere was pushed to a climax.

From the amount of nonsense Daniz said when he was drunk and how many embarrassments he made, to the legend that he confessed to his captain many times and was about to embrace the beautiful woman, the sailors spread rumors one after another, fully demonstrating the idleness and panic of Daniz. How rich can the human imagination be.

Amidst the laughter, Agaritu paid the bill and floated out.

The "Suite Hao" just sent a message and contacted the buyer. The Spiritual Religion Group has not responded yet. The Rose School has already made a bid. Calculated on a per-person basis, it is half a pound per person. The requirement is that it should not be less than 300 people. For each extra person, add 2 sulers.

"Just tell them: The Spiritual Religion Group pays one and a half pounds per person."

Agaritu yawned, and the "faceless doll" imitated him and patted his mouth with his hand: "After these people are bought back, most of them will definitely become their members, and the number will increase to two to three hundred people at once. , half a pound per person...heh."

"This should be the price of slaves in the Northern Continent fifty years ago."

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After breakfast, Klein put on wide-legged trousers, a brown thick jacket, and a peaked cap, and went out with a different look, leaving Daniz alone in the room guarding the radio receiver.

Along the way, Klein's appearance changed again, becoming more and more like a native.

He found a specialized store and bought linen gloves, a shroud and a body bag. Then based on the characteristics of the surrounding environment he saw while browsing the prayer screen, he found the bridge hole and the man who died in the corner and in the mud. girl.

Because it was still winter, the weather was not hot, and the corpse had not yet shown obvious signs of decay, but the ulcerated skin and the foul smell still made Klein instinctively feel a little nauseous.

——He didn't come immediately last night to bury this girl who wanted to live like a human being. The reason was that due to the recent events, Bayam's night control was extremely strict, and the cemetery was not open until dawn.

Taking out a small metal bottle, Klein poured some "Krag's Oil" into his hands and applied it to his nose.

A choking feeling invaded his mind, and the smell of mint mixed with disinfectant filled his sense of smell, making him sober as if he had just fallen into an ocean with floating ice cubes and was no longer affected by other smells.

Stuffing the metal vial back, Klein put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and squatted next to the female corpse.

He first unfolded the shroud, rolled the other person in little by little, and then gently put the body into the body bag.

Carrying the bag on his back, he deliberately passed through the most prosperous streets of Bayam until he reached the outside of the city. He climbed halfway up the seaside mountain along the narrow road that could not pass carriages.

There are cemeteries specially prepared for local indigenous people by the Church of the Storm and the Governor's Mansion.

The cemetery for outsiders such as the Loen people, the Intis people, and the Fenebout people who came here to do business, adventure, and settle here is on the other side of Bayam, backed by the woods, and is flat and soothing.

Klein climbed up step by step and entered the cemetery that didn't even have a name.

When he reached the highest point, he turned his head unexpectedly and saw the entire Bayam:

The sea water is light blue and almost green, stretching as far as the eye can see. The port that was washed away by the previous tsunami has begun to be renovated. People are coming and going. In the distance, there are piles of unpaved stone bricks and wooden shelves built up to three or four floors.

All the water in the affected areas has been drained. Workers who have done basic protection are moving back and forth, cleaning up the ruins, and building new house skeletons. In some places, large pots have been set up and they seem to be supplying food.

Another undamaged harbor is lined with sails, tall chimneys and criss-crossing streets. There are people coming and going in the embassy area in the distance, there are dense manors around, there are many plants, the road in the distance is wide, the railway tracks are straight... This is like a beautiful oil painting from the hand of a master, full of vitality and indescribable vitality.

TBC

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A disaster is worse than a good one. By the way, it has completed population clearance, demolished old urban areas, introduced labor, provided more jobs, and moved people... and many other good things.