The job description

As Lumian listened to the Bartender recount the grudges and feuds of the Pirate Admiral, the pirates behind him grew restless.

They all hoped someone would step forward and be the first to fire or strike at the arrogant adventurer, so they could swarm him as needed.

However, under the intimidating presence of those clusters of Reddish-White Fireball, the pirates looked at each other, and not one dared to step over the chair that Lumian had designated.

They were all thinking that someone so arrogant must have some strength, and since the Carnival Bar was relatively low-class and didn't have any Great Pirate, they could only hope that those who had just left could find some powerful helpers.

A dozen minutes Past, one of the pirates who had left the Carnival Bar earlier pushed open the heavy Wooden Door.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man wearing a tricorn hat and dark blue clothing.

The pirates in the Bar immediately straightened their backs, held their breath, and the noisy and lively atmosphere instantly returned to silence.

Some of them recognized the middle-aged man, knowing him to be the captain of the "Rosemary," "Flying Hardmark," one of the most notorious Great Pirate after the Pirate Admiral, who had been active on the Five Seas for over a decade.

The pirate who pushed open the heavy Wooden Door revealed a fawning smile and pointed at Lumian's back, saying, "Captain, that's the adventurer I was talking about!"

"He actually dared to Provocation all the pirates in the Bar in Banaam Harbor!"

Hardmark had thick, dark hair and exuded an imposing aura with every move. He stared at Lumian's retreating figure for a few seconds, then paused before asking, "How long has he been maintaining those Fireball?"

"I don't know, it was there when I left this Bar, but it might not have been maintained in between." The pirate who pushed open the heavy Wooden Door grabbed the young pirate sitting by the door, pointed at Lumian, and asked fiercely, "How long did his Fireball last?"

The young pirate was a little flustered and quickly looked at the old wall clock, stammering, "Quick, it's almost a quarter of an hour."

"A quarter of an hour?" Flying Hardmark's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly showed an expression as if he had remembered something important.

He then began to berate his Sailor:

Have you forgotten that we have an important deal to make at the Dock?

"You bastard, is all you think about alcohol, women, and saving face?"

"Flying Hardmark" cursed as he turned and walked out of the Carnival Bar.

His Sailor were a little stunned by the scolding, but they still instinctively followed.

The captain is always right!

The silence in the Carnival Bar continued until Lumian finished the rest of his Lenzqi and stood up.

He carried those dozen or so Weakening Reddish-White Fireball, his gaze sweeping once more over the pirates in the Bar.

The next second, he laughed, put his right index and middle fingers together, brought them to his lips, and gently blew on them.

It's like blowing away the Pistol smoke after taking out all the pirates in the Bar.

As the pirates' eyes and expressions Change, Lumian strolled leisurely toward the door, hands in his pockets, appearing remarkably relaxed.

One pirate after another instinctively made way for them.

Some were frustrated, some gritted their teeth, while others consoled themselves, "It's not fear, it's just that those Fireball are too blinding!"

Lumian seemed completely unafraid of being ambushed, walking out of the Carnival Bar through the wide path cleared by the pirates, as if accepting their entourage and welcome.

Late Night, in a room of an inconspicuous hotel in Banaam Harbor.

Lumian leaned back in his chair and said to Franca, "Change your appearance and find a few people to spread the word that some unknown adventurer Provocation all the pirates. Say that That One adventurer thinks all pirates are cowards, that there isn't a single real strongman among them, and that he can easily trample any pirate's head under his feet."

Franca's lips twitched slightly as she said, "Fishing again?"

"You're practically Fishing expert..."

Lumian smiled:

"Based on the intelligence gathered so far, the ' Deep Sea Admiral ' is not fond of appearing in public because of his Sea Monster bloodline. Even if he arrives at Banaam Harbor, he will likely remain on his flagship, the ' Newins.' If he desires women and food, someone will naturally deliver them to his ship."

"In this situation, we have no choice but to risk infiltrating the ' Newins,' Alchemical Ship obtained from some ruins. We have no way of knowing if there are any powerful mechanisms or traps on board. Moreover, there are definitely many Beyonder pirates on board. As ' Hunter,' we should try to avoid fighting on other people's home turf."

"I deliberately Provocation the pirates of Banaam Harbor because I knew that no Pirate Admiral was currently there. I was confident that I could handle other Great Pirate and well-known Great Pirate, and they should be able to figure this out quickly as well. To expect individual Pirate Crew to cooperate in dealing with me is to overestimate their trust in each other. Isn't robbing anyone the same?"

"I don't expect pirates to have a sense of collective honor, but they definitely have the desire to demonstrate their abilities, make their names more famous, and gain the praise and fear of many pirates. The pirates of Banaam Harbor are also waiting for a Great Pirate is confident enough to deal with me. At this time, the ' Newins ' arrives, the ' Deep Sea Admiral ' arrives. Guess what will happen?"

Jenna suddenly realized:

"If the ' Deep Sea Admiral ' leaves the ' Newins ' and takes action personally, that would be the best outcome. The battle would take place on our pre-arranged home turf. Even if the ' Deep Sea Admiral ' isn't interested, his capable Subordinate won't be absent. With the ' Deep Sea Admiral ' as their trump card, they won't be afraid of failure and will be more courageous in challenging other well-known Great Pirate. At that time, the number of Beyonder on the ' Newins ' will be significantly reduced, and our opportunity will arrive."

"You've done a good job with Psychological Analysis," Lumian remarked sarcastically.

Jenna glanced at him:

"A good Stage Actor must be good at understanding people's hearts."

"And then perform for the ' Spectator '?" Lumian joked.

Anthony did not show any further Change in expression as a result.

Franca chuckled.

"What if the fleet of some Pirate King arrived before the ' Newins '?"

Lumian shrugged and said, "I already said it's an unknown adventurer Provocation the pirates of Banaam Harbor. The advantage of being unknown is that they disappear and no one can find them. Then they can change their face and appearance and carry out a different plan."

"That ' Conspirer ' is truly cunning..." Franca muttered, "Then it's decided."

Lumian then suggested that if there was no other way, they could consider creating a major Plague in Banaam Harbor, emphasizing that the prerequisite was that the local indigenous people would be given a preventative medicine beforehand without their knowledge.

Franca was stunned.

She paused for several seconds before saying, "You even thought of that... How about we start a Plague Company together? Okay, just kidding. It's somewhat feasible, but these days, where can you find vaccines, uh, anti-infection drugs?"

"Normally there isn't, but we can turn to the Mysticism." Lumian had already considered a possible direction. "Isn't the ' Apothecary ' Pathway all about this? As long as we give them a certain number of infected individuals beforehand, allowing them to observe, think, and experiment, they should be able to concoct effective preventative or Healing Potion drugs. Don't worry about finding ' Apothecary '; we have the Fool Pharmaceutical Company, we won't lack ' Apothecary '."

Lumian already knew from the "Magician" Lady that the Fool Pharmaceutical Company and the "Tarot Club" had intricate connections.

Jenna unconsciously started calculating:

"A bottle of potion with Mysticism effects costs at least 100 Felkine. There are probably tens of thousands of non-pirate residents in Banaam Harbor. We need to prepare at least 1 million Felkine. We can't expect the ' Apothecary ' of the Fool Pharmaceutical Company to work for free, can we?"

One million Felkine is no small sum; even Sequence 5 Beyonder Characteristic only costs around 200,000 Felkine.

"Becoming Half-God for a million Felkine? That's totally worth it!" Lumian suddenly laughed. "A million Felkine is only enough for a ' Deep Sea Admiral.' Even if you can't kill him, his Subordinate are quite valuable."

Franca sighed and said, "You're starting to have a bit of Gehrman Sparrow's flair now. But Gehrman Sparrow treated pirates like piggy banks, only targeting those with high bounties. You, on the other hand, are trying to eradicate the pirate community!"

If such a large-scale Plague were to be created, nearly ten thousand pirates would be affected.

Before Lumian could respond, Franca gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"The ' Deep Sea Admiral ' is quite unlucky. He was sitting peacefully in his flagship, doing nothing, when he was inexplicably targeted by us."

Lumian chuckled and said with a knowing air, "There's nothing to be sentimental about. The job of a ' Hunter ' is to create chaos and conflict."

"And you, a ' Witch,' your job is to bring Calamity and Pain."

"It's better to give these to pirates than to harm innocent people."

Franca fell silent for a moment, as did Jenna.

Achoo!

In Banaam Harbor, Mason was sitting on the Dock enjoying the Sea Breeze with a bottle of Rye Beer in hand, suddenly sneezed.

He immediately thought of the Messenger Summoning Ritual he had performed that afternoon and the Messenger that had made him instinctively uneasy, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Was that sneeze just now some kind of spiritual warning?"

"Am I really going to become the protagonist of some Mysticism event, the fool who makes a Error and attracts Evil God Demon?"

"Could the Ritual I performed really bring some kind of Calamity to Banaam Harbor?"

"Hidden dangers and problems have already emerged and are beginning to quietly creep into the shadows of Banaam Harbor?"

Glug, Mason took a big gulp of beer, reassuring himself that he was just scaring himself:

From this afternoon until now, there has been no sign of any Calamity!

I haven't heard of any unusual phenomena occurring!

It's just summoning a Messenger, there shouldn't be any problem!