This...
Angel instantly understood that Klein was playing his "Mad Adventurer" image, but his manner and rhetoric made him look more like a jealous gangster than Adventurer...
Jealousy...
She laughed secretly at first, and then realized that she was no longer Tingen City, no longer Backlund, but Above the Five Seas, and her identity was not "Nighthawks" Angel or "Demoness" Irene is Angelica who keeps company with Mad Adventurer.
So, the way you tried to secretly infect the other person with a serious illness just now doesn't seem to be in line with your current identity and code of conduct?
Smiling secretly at Klein, he didn't act well and he was the one who didn't understand the situation...
Thinking like this, Angel looked at the bartender behind the bar, who was staring at the "Sweet Lemon" that could sell for a full 12 pounds. They were overturned on the bar, and the sweet and sour cocktails were flowing all over the floor.
"Hell Admiral How much money can Ludwell's informant get if he is sent to the Navy?"
She pointed at the lifted Logan and asked calmly.
"... No, he is not..."
"I am! You are going to die soon..."
The bartender's words were interrupted by "Sea Eagle" Logan. The strong man was picked up by Klein, who was not as tall or as heavy as him, with one hand, and he spoke in a menacing manner with difficulty.
Before he finished speaking, Klein's left hand wearing "Creeping Hunger" hit Logan's double chin with an uppercut. The huge force knocked him upwards for a short distance, and then he fell back onto the chair heavily, crushing the fragile wooden chair to pieces.
This ferocious blow even frightened Angel. She turned her head and looked at Klein, who was cracking her knuckles under her gloves one by one. Logan, whose mouth was full of blood, slowly got up and spit out a few fallen teeth.
"I'm..." "Bang!"
"Hell..." "Bang!"
"Luther..." "Bang!"
With three heavy punches in a row, left, right, and upward, Logan's cheeks swelled up quickly at first, and finally he was hit by another uppercut. He jumped over the half-height bar and the dumbfounded bartender, and fell into a shelf full of various inferior wines. He slid to the ground with a clattering sound of glass bottles breaking, and stopped moving.
Then, Klein, who looked indifferent, as if nothing happened just now, turned his eyes to the bartender.
Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, the bartender swallowed hard and said:
"My boss is 'White Shark'."
Who is that...
Angel subconsciously asked, "How much bounty is he worth?"
"I said, he is not Ludwell's informant, that is just the news he spread himself. Even the navy Sailor paid for it..."
"I'm asking how much 'White Shark' is worth."
The bartender swallowed the rest of his words. His eyes widened and he couldn't believe that someone dared to take advantage of his boss.
Two guards with broad shoulders and round arms on the first floor of the bar also strode closer. "Sea Eagle" Logan is not one of their people, but this bartender and the shelf of wine behind him are worth a lot of money.
Seeing the help arriving, the bartender became more confident. He did not answer Angel's question, but pointed to the wine glass originally containing "Sweet Lemon" and said:
"If I were you, I would obediently pay the money for 'Sweet Lemon', compensate for all losses, and then get out of here before my boss comes, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes blurred. After a few "bang bang" sounds, the two guards he relied on fell to the ground. The man and woman returned to the bar, as if they had never moved.
"So, how much is 'White Shark' worth?"
The man wearing a half-top hat asked softly. He had knocked over Logan and the guard one after another. His fists loosened and tightened, as if he was eager to hit the bartender in the face. The latter's whole body stiffened, and for the first time he had doubts about whether his boss "White Shark" could handle the matter.
"He, he is a good man who abides by the law and has never been rewarded..."
He finally decided to throw away the harsh words he used to scare the drinkers and answer honestly.
"Four pounds a cup, eh?"
Angel imitated the provocative low tone of Klein and asked back, then stretched out his hand, grabbed the bartender's collar and pulled him towards him. In the eyes of the other party, who was a little surprised and a little frightened, he held down his head and smashed him against the bar.
"Dong——"
The bartender's round face hit the somewhat old bar table with a muffled sound, sawdust flew everywhere, and the "precious" Sweet Lemon was splashed far away with blood, attracting cheers from the surrounding drinkers.
They suddenly discovered that the entire bar was out of order. The guards, bartenders, and even the usually domineering "Sea Eagle" Logan were lying on the ground.
The drunkards, dazzled by alcohol, blood, and violence, immediately started a commotion.
Amidst the noise, before more guards arrived, Angel and Klein quickly left the bar where the order was out of control, ran quickly on the dim street, and quickly got into an alley to confirm that no one was following them.
"Huh——"
Angel took a long breath, her face still blushing after exercise. Her heartbeat was speeding up, her body was hot, and she was extremely excited. Before this, she could be regarded as a truly "law-abiding" person and rarely took the initiative to commit violent acts. Today, under the influence of "Gehrman Sparrow", she beat up the guards and bartenders, which gave her a feeling of excitement and worry that broke the inner confinement.
"It's a pity that I didn't ask for any information, but according to Captain Erlan, there shouldn't be much truth in the information in the bar."
"Try another bar?"
"Those words you just said..."
"Ahem... is there something wrong?"
The two slowed down and walked in the dark alley, discussing with each other. Crimson Moon overhead occasionally poked its head out of the clouds, spreading dim moonlight to their feet.
Suddenly, Angel stopped, and she heard footsteps that did not belong to the two of them behind her.
The stalker... is he a subordinate of "White Shark" or another drunkard? There is no official Beyonder in such a small place, right?
She thought quickly and gestured to Klein. The latter understood and stood still, but the sound of suddenly accelerating footsteps still echoed in the alley, and they quickly moved away in the direction they were going. It was an illusion created by "Magician".
The pursuer behind him also accelerated his pace and rushed into the alley in a few steps. It was a man wearing a black cloak. His eyebrows were burnt yellow, but his eyes were bright dark blue. As soon as he ran a few steps, he found the target he was following standing in front of him, and he suddenly stopped.
This was the drinker in "Flying Fish and Wine" just now. When everyone was making noises and even started fighting under the influence of alcohol, he watched silently in the corner... Angel quickly recalled the black cloak and blue eyes, crossed his arms with interest, and stopped in front of this man.
"Hehe, hehe, you are very sharp."
The stalker who knew that he had been fished out did not panic. Instead, he stood up straight and laughed to himself. This exposed almost all of his face under the cloak, and his facial features were relatively flat, like a race from the south of Intis.
"Why are you following us?"
Klein pressed the top hat with one hand and touched the revolver at his waist with the other. Maintaining the Adventurer character he had just played, he asked succinctly, but it seemed to Angel that he was using too much force.
"You two are very suitable to my taste. You were very clean in the bar just now. You left the scene immediately afterwards to prevent being surrounded, and you can also detect my tracking. I just want to ask, are you interested in joining us?
"Although that 'Sea Eagle' is just a gangster, 'White Shark' Hamilton is a real pirate informant, and he not only serves one force. If you smashed his bar, you will definitely be retaliated against afterwards, and we can easily settle this small matter."
"So, who are you?"
Angel asked curiously.
"You are interested in the bounty, so you must be Adventurer who dreams of getting rich, and 'we' are a group of pirates composed of Adventurer, chasing various legends of Above the Five Seas, 'Fountain of Youth', 'Ghost Empire', 'Z Solomon's Inheritance', 'Roselle's Secret Hoard' and so on. Although there has been no big harvest so far, many missing ships have been caught. There are often big and small harvests. Even the bottom Sailor can get two to three hundred pounds a year. For people like you who can hunt, doubling it is not a problem!"
When he mentioned "harvest", the man in the cloak seemed to straighten his back.
This income is indeed worthy of his pride. Three hundred pounds a year is considered middle class in the Loen Kingdom, but at sea, it is already an absolute high-income class.
"Pirates fishing for sunken ships and treasure?"
Klein was unmoved and asked in a low voice.
"You can understand that our target is ownerless property. Only when we are particularly poor will we rob passing merchant ships, but we will not harm innocent people. On the contrary, when pirates are harming innocent people, we will kill them," the cloaked man explained, "Oh, this is our captain's rule. When recruiting new people, we must make these guidelines clear and only recruit like-minded companions. Well, that seems to be the word."
Program... A pirate group whose program is not to harm innocent people?
Angel felt like laughing, and lowered his arms across his chest.
Seeing her reaction, the cloaked man turned his gaze here again and continued:
"Of course, as a beautiful lady, it's normal for you to be worried about joining a pirate group, but our captain is also a woman, and there are many crew members like you on the ship. Not only will things not happen like you imagine, they even get a full week more annual leave than male crew members every year!"
Do you get annual leave as a pirate?
Angel is really interested now. This is a strange news that she has never heard of.
Feeling that his words had a good effect, the man chuckled and took off the hood of his cloak, revealing short blond hair that was slightly lighter than his eyebrows.
"I forgot to introduce myself," his face turned serious and he said solemnly, "In front of you are, 'Iceberg Admiral' Edwina Edwards's 'Golden Dream' Fourth Mate, and 'Fire Flame' Danitz."
After announcing his captain, one of "Seven Generals" as a final blow, Danitz raised his chin slightly, expecting expressions of panic or fear from the two people in front of him.
This is an invitation from "Iceberg Admiral"!
After a moment, he felt four burning eyes looking at him, the naked greed contained in them undisguised.
"'Danitz' Danitz, who has a reward of 3,000 pounds?"
The man who had been holding down his top hat put down his left hand, gently clenched his fist, and asked in a low voice, exuding an ominous aura.