In a basement with no windows.
Alger Wilson was sitting on the short bed, half leaning against the wall, with his eyes squinted, as if he had fallen asleep.
But various thoughts flashed through his mind from time to time.
Has "Steel" Maviti already gone to the contact point he provided for "Fire" Danitz?
Will there be any problems with the operation?
Should you continue to wait, or should you wait for an opportunity to escape?
He does not doubt the strength of "Empress" Miss, but the battle between Beyonder cannot be determined by just looking at Potion Sequence and Mystical Item. It could happen in other cities, not to mention that the battle will take place in Bayam, an important city where Church of Storms and "Mandated Punishers" are stationed. In less than ten minutes, the nearest church will respond and catch all the pirates who dare to cause trouble under their noses.
Feeling a little anxious, he stood up from the bedside, walked to the stone door of the basement entrance, and listened with bated breath to the sounds outside.
"The gatekeeper has fallen asleep. When I came in, I saw three or four armed thugs. They were not difficult to deal with. Old Quinn probably won't join the action... We can take care of them all within half a minute. How about..."
Alger's hand touched his pocket.
In order to express goodwill, old Quinn did not let anyone take away his weapons. Naturally, he believed that a "Captain Ghost Ship" with only a few dozen men under his command could not cause any trouble. Moreover, he behaved like a greedy pirate who was greedy for bounty, minimizing the threat in appearance.
But as long as a "Slumber Charm" Charm is pushed out of the door, within half a minute...
At this moment, Alger's eyes blurred, and the diffuse Gray Fog enveloped him.
Deep under "Fool" who was sitting on a high-backed chair looking down at everything, a blond woman lowered her head and prayed:
"Dear Mr. Fool, the operation ended successfully."
Is this the end?
Alger was stunned in place, and there was no movement for a long time until Gray Fog dispersed.
Although there were no windows in the basement, he didn't know if it was already dawn, but he knew from his own feelings that he had been locked up here for less than six hours, at most it was the dawn of Sun.
In this short period of time, "Steel" Maviti, his few Sequence well-matched subordinates, and nearly ten Zombie puppets were killed like this?
Instinctively, I didn't believe it, but Alger still felt uncontrollable surprise, excitement and trembling in my heart.
For the "share" he is about to receive, for Tarot Club to have such a powerful "teammate", and for the instinct to fear the strong.
He no longer hesitated and took out a Silver Charm provided by "Empress". After gently chanting the opening spell "Crimson", he immediately pushed it out of the basement through the crack in the door.
There was a small explosion outside the door, followed by the sound of a human body falling to the ground.
Alger The muscles in his body expanded to the maximum, stretching his coat tightly, and then punched the stone door.
The solid stone door is crumbling under this "Wrathful Strike".
"Bang——"
With another punch, the door fell to the ground along with the door frame. The guard who was dozing outside had lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground. The two thugs far away from him were also defeated by the sudden sleepiness and leaned softly on their chairs.
Just as he expected, half a minute later, all the thugs in the room, including old Quinn, the intelligence officer who often frequented Bayam bars, fell into his hands.
In order to avoid leaking his own information, Alger checked one by one, stabbed the thugs who were not dead, and then quickly left the stronghold of "steel" Maviti.
After leaving the alley, he realized that it was already dawn, and residents around him had heard the sound of fighting. Maybe the patrol would arrive soon.
But he is not worried that the police will report the matter to the church. Attacks between pirates occur almost every day in the Bayam underground world, with casualties and casualties. Both the official Beyonder and the military are happy to see similar incidents occur.
With a smile on his face, Alger, who had spent most of the night in the basement, was in high spirits and not sleepy at all. He came to a secret residence with wind on his feet, pushed open the unlocked door, and was immediately shocked by everything in the room.
A dark-skinned corpse lay in the middle of the room, with all its hair missing. There was a large black hole in the chest where the flesh and blood had almost melted, leaving a circular circle of dust around it as if it had been blown by a swirling wind.
His face was covered with a piece of yellowed paper, with the portrait of "Steel" Maviti and the amount of the reward drawn on it.
"Six thousand pounds."
Alger muttered silently, looking at the other corpse in the corner, and quickly identified the short man who had lost his right hand and was killed on the spot with a knife through the heart. He was the sixth captain of "Admiral of Blood", and "Blood-Colored Thorns" Huntley who lost his ship in the battle with "Vice Admiral Dusk" a month ago.
"Plus 3,800 pounds..."
At first glance, the scars on the two people were caused by different Beyonder, which made "Hanged Man" Alger, who was a little scared in his heart, a little relieved, but he immediately thought of "Empress"Miss After the two pieces of Mystical Item made by Artisan introduced by him, I felt that the damage might really be caused by the opponent using one against many, and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
He made up his mind, and after getting the Potion formula of "Wind-blessed", he immediately prepared the materials to complete his promotion.
While thinking, he had dragged the two corpses together, found a piece of coarse cloth to cover them, and then his informant took the corpses to the garrison of Bayam to collect the reward.
Because no pirate with a bounty on his head would be stupid enough to take other people's corpses to collect the bounty, this behavior of "collecting" the bounty on his behalf is allowed by major countries. This will stimulate pirates to attack and kill each other, and save them a lot of trouble.
Of course, some small handling fees are required. According to his experience, he can usually get about 90% of the bounty.
About 8,800 pounds... I took 20%, which is about 1,800 pounds, which is almost equal to the main material of a "Wind-blessed"...
He calculated with some joy, and suddenly remembered that "Steel" Maviti and several other subordinates should have more than 1,000 pounds in total, but why were their bodies not seen here?
After praying to Mr. "Fool" in confusion, Alger said softly:
"Great Mr. Fool, please tell 'Empress' Miss that next time Tarot Club, she will be able to get her bounty... Also, are the other pirates traveling with 'Steel' still on the run? Do I need to deal with them?"
This kind of treatment, of course, is to report it to the church, so that the bounty you can get will be much smaller, but it is safe and convenient... These pirates without their backbone will only become the merits of "Mandated Punishers"... He smiled secretly and happily counted the bounty of Scaul and others into his income.
But in less than five minutes, before Alger had time to leave the secret stronghold, the reply "Empress" Miss appeared again in front of his eyes.
"They are already dead, but the bounty was too low, so I didn't bring them back."
Huh?
Alger looked at Gray Fog who disappeared in front of him, his mouth wide open, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.
At the same time, "Fire Flame" Danitz also opened his mouth, looking at a diamond-shaped crystal that was constantly changing in red, green, and blue colors in front of him, as well as the peacock blue carpet rolled into a long strip, and fell into difficulty in making a choice.
As a reward for providing him with information, acting as a bait, and actually attracting the "Steel" group, Danitz was informed before the operation that he would get a small part of the proceeds of the operation. This is why he went into battle with injuries to monitor Mandated Punishers, and even obediently handed over the Mystical Item "Shadow Cloak".
At this time, he has to choose between a "Warlock" Beyonder Characteristic, which can be sold for more than 1,500 pounds, and a "Flying Carpet" whose value is uncertain, but can at least be manned.
Beyonder Characteristic can be sold, and a few hundred pounds can be spent to make a real Mystical Item... The various abilities of "Blood-Colored Thorns" may be reflected in this item, which will greatly improve my strength; and "Flying Carpet" seems to only be able to levitate and fly, which is of little use... No, being able to fly is the biggest advantage at sea. At least you don't have to worry about how to escape after a shipwreck, and the captain will be very interested...
He stretched out his uninjured right hand and shook it back and forth between Beyonder Characteristic and Mystical Item, showing his inner confusion.
Squeak——
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Angel, who had put on a light skirt, came out. Seeing the "I want them all" expression on Danitz's face, she couldn't help but chuckle:
"You haven't chosen yet?"
Attracted by her sweet voice like a nightingale, Danitz looked away from his reward, glanced over there, his pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly made the right choice between "continue admiring the beauty" and "this person stabbed Beyonder Characteristic in front of him" and withdrew his gaze.
"I choose... this Flying Carpet."
He gritted his teeth and said, picked up the peacock blue carpet and put it beside him, never looking at the "Warlock" feature again.
"The right choice."
It was not Angel who said this, but Klein who opened the bathroom door and walked out. He shook the water drops on his hands and continued with a calm expression:
"Flying Carpet is worth at least 2,500 pounds."
Really? Then you take the initiative to let me choose. Isn't this a loss?
Danitz couldn't believe it, but then he felt that such a cold-hearted Adventurer, who cherished his words like gold, shouldn't lie, and he might have really gotten a bargain.
They asked me to challenge myself for the prize, but they put in the options of 1,500 pounds and 2,500 pounds. Is this considered a reward for my "right choice"?
He thought about it and suddenly felt that the Adventurer pair were not so bad. At least the benefits of cooperating with them were obvious.
But why did Gehrman go into the bathroom twice in less than an hour? It couldn't be because...
Holding back the smile at the corner of his mouth, Danitz glanced at Angelica, whom he almost didn't dare to look at directly. The impulse caused by the drug inside Inner Demon made him want to blurt out a few words. Face to face, he quickly remembered that Gehrman was the owner of "Creeping Hunger" and made the right choice again, saving his life and the newly acquired Flying Carpet.
"Ahem, I'm leaving first. I'm going to Bayam's newspaper offices later to write down the information on 'Steel' Maviti and others on paper and throw it in. This was agreed before, as a warning to my captain... Of course, I will mention that I have two powerful helpers, two top-notch Adventurer."
Nagging, Danitz stood up from the sofa, hugged his Flying Carpet tightly, and walked towards the door.
"Just write him, don't let my name appear."
Seeing that he was about to leave, Angel immediately reminded him.
Danitz was stunned for a moment before he understood what the other party meant. "Angelica" already had a reward inside Church of Storms. If she appeared in Bayam again, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
"Okay, then there are only the senior Bounty Hunter, the powerful and ruthless Adventurer, and Gehrman Sparrow."
After finally being unable to resist releasing his provocative impulse, Danitz quickly opened the door and left the hotel suite before the two of them could react.
Hearing the sound of panicked footsteps outside the door, Angel and Klein looked at each other and smiled.
In the face of the huge gains from this operation, Danitz's little thoughts are no longer in the eyes of the two of them.
"So..."
As soon as Angel opened his mouth, the red carpet under their feet became as red as blood. The surrounding beige walls, fabric sofas, and even the blue sky outside the window became extremely bright, like oil paintings.
A figure emerged from the void and stepped into the living room of the suite. He was of medium height, with bronze skin. He was wearing a Intis-style bright vest and a long tuxedo. He was Klein's mentor, the two's "forgotten friend", Azik Eggers.
There are more than 7,000 words today, so it's an extra update...