Clamor

Inside Carnival Bar in Banaam Harbor.

Adventurer Mason changed into the loose-fitting trousers with tucked-in cuffs and a thicker jacket favored by pirates. He glanced at the unknown adventurer who was drinking strong liquor with his back to him, his mind still a little tense.

He wasn't worried that the other person would hurt him, but rather he was concerned about when this kind of life would end.

Pirates are never a group that can reason or hold grudges. After no one stood up to respond to the arrogant unknown adventurer, many pirates tried to vent their anger on other adventurers in Banaam Harbor.

In other words, adventurers who frequently operate in Banaam Harbor have become accustomed to a life of hiding. They would never call themselves adventurers, but would instead disguise themselves as other professions. Otherwise, there would definitely be people lying dead at the end of alleys or floating up from the nearshore waters outside the Dock.

In a port dominated by pirates, being an adventurer is obviously a dangerous and clandestine profession. People like Mason usually have a legitimate identity to disguise themselves, or even join Pirate Crew as a member stationed in Banaam Harbor to help gather supplies.

Accepting Commission won't reveal an adventurer's identity, because many pirates also take on missions for bounties. A simple example is that after eliminating a rival pirate and inheriting his legacy, you can use connections to get an extra reward—who wouldn't want that?

Of course, pirates have a different style of doing missions than adventurers. They will first find out who issued the mission and consider whether they can kill the Commissioner directly. In fact, some adventurers are like this too. In places where there is a lack of sufficient order and power, they will naturally turn into bandits.

Mason recently lost his job as a Trading Company and, due to his physical appearance being different from the locals, had to dress as a pirate to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Amidst his racing thoughts, his gaze fell upon a spot by the window in the Carnival Bar, where the walls were charred, the glass cracked, the tables and chairs overturned, and two mangled, charred corpses lay there, their bodies appearing as if they had been burned for a long time, with various Corpse parts scattered nearby.

These are two pirates.

Around noon, they recognized an adventurer they had encountered before and planned to vent their malice on him. However, the unknown adventurer at the bar didn't even turn his head and created one Reddish White Flames Crow after another, which blasted the two pirates to pieces and burned them for a long time.

This convinced the pirates who witnessed it that the unknown adventurer was a man of his word and a man of his promise.

If I say I'll kill you, I will definitely kill you. If I say anyone who dares to cross the red line will be executed, they will be executed, even if this is Pirate Harbor, even if thousands of pirates and numerous Beyonder are watching him!

The two pirate captains didn't dare retaliate.

Mason witnessed the whole thing. He discovered that the two pirates had some understanding of the "Pyromaniac's" abilities and were quite skilled. One of them was even Low-Sequence Beyonder. However, despite being on guard, they still couldn't escape the pursuit of a dozen or twenty Fire Raven. They were engulfed in Flames as soon as they escaped from the center of the Bar to the window.

This naturally aroused Mason's longing and yearning.

When will I be able to possess such strength?

When will I be able to become an adventurer who can intimidate so many pirates?

Mason had intended to "kindly" help the two pirates dispose of their bodies, but to his dismay, the Pirate Crew's captain and first mate arrived quickly, and they didn't even dare to take the Corpse away, only collecting the "inheritance."

"I need to stay near this adventurer as much as possible lately, otherwise, if I get recognized, I'm done for..." Mason gulped down his dark brown beer and suddenly sighed, "How did my life, which was going so normally, suddenly turn into this?"

Although he has not suffered any real harm, he seems to have been affected as well.

This intensified his panic, making him wonder if he had brought Calamity to Banaam Harbor. However, he also felt that it wasn't Calamity yet, and that it would end once That One unknown adventurer left or some Pirate Admiral or Pirate King arrived at Banaam Harbor.

"From now on, I must never perform Ritual that I don't fully understand..." Mason warned himself.

He then picked up his cup and raised it towards his shadow on the wall, as if to signify that he had made peace with himself.

In the shadows, Franca was intently observing the situation inside and outside the Carnival Bar.

This is her mission.

Even if Lumian is in the open, no matter how vigilant and cautious she is, she could still be ambushed. After all, the supernatural realm is full of strange, hidden, and difficult-to-defend abilities, Ritual, and spells. Therefore, she needs to stay hidden in the shadows, observe the surrounding situation from another perspective, and intervene in time to stop the attack or provide a "Mirror Substitute."

During the past two days, as Franca wandered around Banaam Harbor with Lumian, she first saw the pirates drinking, chatting, laughing, cursing, eating, gambling, venting their frustrations, and sleeping. She felt that they were no different from Ordinary Person and felt a little sorry for the possible Plague plan. However, when she encountered pirate fighting and heard about murder, kidnapping, bullying the weak, robbery, and rape, she felt from the bottom of her heart that letting these scum die from the Plague was a purification of the world and an act of good deeds.

Franca endured her hunger, inwardly cursing Lumian:

"This guy, doesn't he realize it's been an hour past lunchtime?"

You have food, but I don't!

"Based on the tacit understanding of the previous two days, shouldn't you have shaken off any potential pursuers, gone back to the hotel, let me rest, and get something to eat?"

Muttering to herself, Franca continued to dutifully monitor her surroundings.

At this moment, several pirates entered, bringing a lively, joyful, and excited atmosphere to the different tables.

Hmm... Franca blended into the shadows, pressed herself against the wall, and quietly crept up to a group of pirates, listening intently.

"Is the ' Deep Sea Admiral ' really coming?"

"The ' Newins ' is already Dock!"

"Do they know about this adventurer?"

"..."

"Oh, it's the ' Deep Sea Admiral '! It's finally here..." Franca muttered to herself, her suspicions confirmed.

Since Jenna had not provided any warning, indicating that no Pirate King had yet arrived at Banaam Harbor, Franca began to anticipate how the "Deep Sea Admiral" would react and what he would do.

She was certain that "Deep Sea Admiral" and Subordinate key leaders knew about the unknown adventurer's Provocation of the entire pirate group.

This is a very simple line of reasoning:

Since the "Deep Sea Admiral" is avoiding the "King of Dusk," it must have ascertained the situation at Banaam Harbor beforehand before coming to resupply.

The most common practice is to send relatively unknown pirates from the fleet on other ships to scout out intelligence in Banaam Harbor in advance. If Banaam Harbor is a port they frequently visit, they can also have a few Trust subordinates disguised and stationed there long-term to provide timely feedback.

Of course, they could also cooperate with local forces and have them issue warnings. In short, the "Deep Sea Admiral" must have a good understanding of what has happened in Banaam Harbor recently, otherwise he would not have allowed the "Newins" to surface.

Franca calmed down again, no longer affected by hunger.

But like the pirates, she waited for over half an hour and still didn't see the "Deep Sea Admiral" or Subordinate powerful Deep Sea Admiral, which made her somewhat puzzled.

Why haven't they arrived yet?

"Could it be that you, ' Deep Sea Admiral,' are also someone who follows your heart's desires? That shouldn't be the case. Lumian's current level is only at the High Sequence 6 level. This insidious fellow has been using Reddish White Flames, not the Blazing White Flame of the ' Reaper '..."

Franca thought about it carefully and roughly understood the reason:

If it were her, being targeted by the "King of Dusk," she certainly wouldn't cause trouble as soon as she arrived at a port. She would definitely complete her resupply first and prepare for another Underwater Navigation before doing anything else. That way, even if an accident happened, she could leave Banaam Harbor immediately and wouldn't fail to achieve her main purpose for coming here.

Moreover, this unknown adventurer, Lumian, has been in Banaam Harbor for two or three days now. If he wanted to collect the bounty, he hadn't even Hunting down any well-known pirates with substantial bounties; he seemed to be waiting for something.

This would raise suspicions about his true intentions, and the "Deep Sea Admiral" would inevitably have corresponding concerns.

Whew... Franca let out a silent breath.

Her gaze continued to roam throughout the Carnival Bar, wary of any potential accidents.

During this process, her gaze inevitably swept over Lumian, who was standing to the side, and saw that the corners of her companion's mouth were slightly upturned, and he was in a very good mood, holding a glass of amber-colored Lenzqi had been mixed with something unknown.

Lumian toyed with the wine glass in his hand, and relying on the "Hunter's " outstanding hearing, he roughly understood the reason for the pirates' sudden excitement, joy, and anxious waiting.

He's achieved his goal!

Lumian wasn't surprised, because he already knew about it— Jenna had already come and, under the cover of shadows, placed the written note on the spot where his hand was lightly pressed.

Guessing that the "Deep Sea Admiral" wouldn't come looking for him anytime soon, Lumian calmly, his expression natural, as if he hadn't noticed the commotion behind him at all.

He glanced at the Bartender, who was trying hard to control his expression, and said with a smile, "The wind is a bit noisy today."

The Bartender, unsure how to respond, could only manage a stiff smile and say, "Yes."

Lumian stopped speaking to him and focused on the Change in her emotions and state of mind.

To be honest, he was a little apprehensive about dealing with a Pirate Admiral who had his own fleet, but this also made him feel his blood slightly Burning and boiling.

He has never been one to shy away from challenges, and this has only increased since he became a "Hunter," where he has even found the allure of challenges.

Thinking of this, Lumian picked up the glass of Lenzqi, brought it to his lips, tilted his head back slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.