The strong man in confrontation was wearing a blue and white striped shirt unique to the navy, and was still shirtless in the cold weather near zero.

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

The owner of the pistol was also a strong man with a strong muscles and a greasy face. He shaved his hair, had a tattoo of a sea eagle, and cursed:

“Shit Navy!

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

The navy confronted him without showing any weakness, and both sides showed the rich swear words at the sea.

Klein watched for a few seconds, walked around the edge, came to Captain Aerland, who was wearing a straight sword and hidden a pistol, and asked calmly and casually:

"What happened?"

"The quarrel between two drunks, in Damir Port, has always been rumored that the 'Sea Eagle' Logan serves the owner of the 'Black Tulip'. The navy mentioned this just now, but happened to be encountered by the 'Sea Eagle'."

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

“A glass of Southwell beer.”

"6pence." The bartender with bronze skin and white teeth rubbed the cup and said without any enthusiasm.

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

At this time, the conflict between Logan and the Navy was stopped by the bar guards, and they both spoke harsh words and retreated to different corners.

Perhaps because of losing face, the navy left in a hurry after more than ten seconds, and the atmosphere in the bar became warm again.

"Do you want to play cards?" Captain Aerland pointed to the stairs on the side of the bar.

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

Aerland subconsciously wanted to pat his shoulder, but was stopped by his cold and sharp temperament. He could only sort out his dark red jacket 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 believe anyone here, only a small part of their words are true." Aerlan took his own Lielangqi and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor.

Klein turned his head and looked at him, and asked back with his expression unchanged:

"Including you?"

"...Maybe." Aerland was stunned at first, then laughed, "At least my reminder just now is true, well, it's true that I am a man!"

That may not be... There is a potion called "witch" in this "world"... Klein retracted his gaze and slowly drank, listening to the drinkers around him bragging.

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

"Man, you're like an adventurer." He turned his head slightly and smiled.

The man who greeted him was black and blue, his facial features looked old, and his temperament was quite vulgar.

"So," Klein responded coldly.

"You can tell that you are a hunter, hunter who chases bounty and wealth." The short man glanced left and right, lowered his head, and pressed his voice, "Have you heard of the 'Ghost Empire'?"

I have heard of Amway, and also heard of the Heavenly Father and Savior sealed at the bottom of the sea... Klein uses the power of the "faceless man" to send a signal that he should not approach me:

"Know, a huge, ancient, treasure-filled ghost ship."

"We have clues about it!" the short man said in an infectious tone. "We found some information and knew where it will appear next time! We don't want to be cheaper pirates and navy, and don't want to be robbed by others, so we decided to rent an armed merchant ship to wait in that water. It costs about 1,000 pounds. I have found 15 companions and raised 720 pounds. Are you interested in participating?"

Before Crane could speak, he groped out a stack of brown letters:

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

...I have a face that is easy to be deceived? Or can anyone who is a foreigner can't escape this kind of thing? Klein was considering whether to identify those letters, but from the corner of his eye he saw Logan, the "Sea Eagle" who had just been arguing with someone, came over.

"Woody, you're lying again! You rats who deserve to be damned in the sewage!" Logan lifted the short man and threw him into the open space in the middle of the bar, falling to the sky.

The strong man with a blue tattoo on his head sat down at Woody's seat just now, and said with a generous smile:

"Sorry, this is our mouse in Port Damir, always doing something that destroys our reputation.

“In fact, we are all very friendly. If you have any questions, please contact me.

"Haha, don't believe the slander of those guys. I am an upright person and have nothing to do with the 'Hell Admiral'!"

The more you emphasize this, the more suspicious it is... Klein thought for a moment, his expression remained unchanged, and his tone was plain:

"I want to know the recent rumors."

"No problem." Logan slapped the bartender and said to the bartender, "Get a plate of special cured meat, I'll invite this guy to taste the most famous food in our Damir."

The bartender still had the cold face, pushed the door and entered the kitchen behind, and quickly brought out a plate of sliced ​​cured meat with clear red and white texture.

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

"5 pounds." Logan turned his head and smiled warmly, raising his arms and showing his muscles. "Everyone heard it just now. To thank me, you want me to enjoy the special cured meat."

Klein didn't realize what he had encountered for a moment. After the bartender urged him for the second time, he realized that he had been blackmailed and that the other party had a very deep routine.

First, use a scam that is easy to see through, and successfully gain the favor of the target. Then, order a special cured meat with an expensive price on the grounds of treating guests. In the end, he turned against others, turned black and white, and forced to buy and sell... No wonder when the "Rat" Woody was thrown out, those drunks didn't make any jokes... They were all afraid of Logan, who is said to serve the "Hell Admiral"... How should I deal with it? My current character is German Sparrow, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter... Klein picked up the cup, drank a sip of beer with a strong wheat aroma, and asked as usual:

"Why not just grab it?"

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

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

Dong!

Klein waved his left fist and hit Logan on the chin, causing him to overturn to the bar.

With his right palm, Klein quickly got out of the chair and approached Logan's body that was about to fall.

His thighs were tense, and his knees were suddenly lifted up, hitting Logan's lower abdomen.

Puff! Logan raised his eyes and raised his mouth half open.

Klein pulled his gun, stuffed the revolver into the other party's mouth, and pulled the firing hammer backwards.

"I...I am..." Logan shouted vaguely.

Klein stared into his eyes, suddenly pulled out the revolver, swung his gun and punched Logan's fist on the side face.

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

Faced with such a heavy blow and pain that exceeded his limit, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Klein held his body and found a handful of fragments of banknotes and coins from his pocket.

Because it was not over 5 pounds, Klein threw them directly on the bar and said calmly:

“No need to look for it.”

The bartender's bronze face turned pale and he shouted in panic:

"My boss is 'White Shark'!"

Klein didn't even look at him, letting his hand go, letting the "Sea Eagle" Logan fall to the ground, then he sat down again, forked a piece of cured meat, stuffed it into his mouth to taste, only to find that the flavor was quite unique, and the flavor of the spice spread outward, scratching his stomach and throat.

After eating two tablets in a row, he looked up and asked:

"Do your boss know that you are colluding with the 'Sea Eagle'?"

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

Seeing that Klein had no tendency to continue attacking and paid the money with ease, the guards who approached him silently retreated.

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

"He is a Lutherville informant, how many rewards can he receive?"

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

Hearing this answer, the people who were drinking at the bar were stunned and put down their cups. Some drunks even staggered to Logan and spit on his face.

Bah! Bah! Bah! Many drinkers followed suit.

Klein lowered his head again and said while eating the special cured meat:

"Tell me about the recent rumors."

The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cup while introducing the rumors in the past two months intermittently, including what Klein had heard of and what he had just learned about.

During regular training, the Royal Navy's "Plitz" ironclad ship destroyed a passing pirate regiment... The panic about giant ships and cannons began to spread to some small and medium-sized pirate forces... Some of them wanted to take advantage of the opportunity that the ironclad fleet had not yet taken shape to commit crimes and withdraw from the business with some money... The sea will be uneasy in the next six months to one year... The "General of Blood" Senior and "Lieutenant General of Dusk" Bratov Ivan clashed in the southern waters of Sunya Island, and had a big fight, and each sank two ships... Klein just listened without asking and gradually filled his stomach.

Seeing that the plate containing the specially prepared cured meat was emptied, he drank the remaining beer and slowly stood up.

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

The bartender was about to reach out, but he suddenly grabbed the hair behind his head by his palm.

Bang!

Klein pressed hard and smashed the bartender's head on the bar, causing wood chips to fly and blood to flow out, causing the drinkers to avoid them, and the guards arrived at high speed.

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

One drop, two drops, three drops...

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

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the guards were hiding and the bar was in chaos, Klein ran quickly, circling around quickly, and easily left the "Flying Fish and Wine".

He pressed his hat, walked quickly, and turned to the street next to him.

After changing directions continuously, he suddenly slowed down and had an extra gold coin in his hand.
Chapter completed!