Giant Horn Island Harbor,
Patrick wore a simple brown tunic. His slightly curly black hair was cropped neat and short, while his solid muscles stretched the fabric taut. The sharp aura he gave off chilled the ordinary people working nearby, leaving them too afraid to meet his eyes.
As a druid proficient in Natural Transformation, Patrick had no need for armor. Ordinary equipment would be useless once he transformed anyway.
After Patrick disembarked from the Hurricane, several figures followed him off the ship in quick succession, too impatient to wait for the gangplank to be properly lowered.
"Boss Patrick, we're going to have some fun first!"
"Hehe, Boss, want to grab a drink with us tonight?"
"I'm gonna show Rui Ji what a real man I am!"
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up, then. Wouldn't you look stupid if someone else took your little sweetheart first?"
Patrick gave a slight nod as he watched his men head toward the town beside the harbor in groups of three or five, their minds filled with nothing but women and wine.
He did not care, though. As long as they obeyed aboard the ship, he had no interest in what they did during their free time, nor could he be bothered to manage them.
Aside from resupplying and letting his pirate crew blow off some steam, he had more important business to handle during this stop.
Giant Horn Town, Storm Tavern, second floor.
Patrick lounged comfortably in a discreet yet luxurious room. A finely crafted sofa upholstered in calfskin enveloped his body, his feet rested on an exquisite crimson carpet woven with gold thread, and a faint incense fragrance from the southern Elf Forest filled the air.
Though Giant Horn Island lay in the Pearl Sea, these luxuries were no worse than those enjoyed by