Fighting Requires a Sense of Ceremony

As Sifa approached the bar, he saw its doors covered with all kinds of wanted posters. The most eye-catching among them was that of the King of the Five Seas. His poster used huge blood-red letters, and the bounty amount was enough to make one's throat go dry: a full 800,000 pounds!

The other posters included major pirates worth several thousand pounds, ordinary pirate captains worth a few hundred, and pirate admirals with bounties measured in tens of thousands.

The wanted posters overlapped one another, nearly covering the entire doorway from top to bottom.

Sifa withdrew his gaze and pushed open the door. Inside, he saw two men hurling insults at each other, displaying their refined seafaring skills in cursing and foul language. One of the burly men wore a navy blue-and-white striped shirt, while the other had a shaved head tattooed with a sea eagle.

"Damn Navy!"

"In Damir Port, no one has ever dared slander me by saying I serve the master of the Black Tulip!"

Hearing that, Sifa glanced at the man with the sea eagle tattooed on his head. The Black Tulip was the flagship of the Admiral of Hell. Was this man his informant?

No, if I were the Admiral of Hell, I definitely wouldn't use such an idiot.

Sifa paid him no mind. He went to the bar, rapped his knuckles against the wooden counter, and said, "Give me a Southville Beer. Also, what do you have that can fill my stomach?"

The bartender, whose skin was bronze and teeth white, replied expressionlessly, "Our special cured meat is pretty good. Want a plate?"

Sifa nodded. "And a serving of potato bread."

The bartender headed toward the kitchen.

Sifa turned around and saw that the two burly men had finished their verbal sparring. At that