Chapter 390 Awkward Performance
At night, under the hazy crimson moonlight, the White Agate safely docked at the port of Damir Island. It would stay for one night to replenish the consumed food and fresh water, and continue its journey the next day.
This was also the reason why this passenger ship could provide fresh meals daily. Compared to the express ship that headed straight for the City of Generosity, Bayam, it might be a day or two slower, but the journey was undoubtedly much better.
Angel and Klein, who were so bored in the cabin that they started counting seabirds and flying fish outside the window, decided to take this opportunity to disembark, enjoy the local specialties, and go to the bar to learn about the rumors nearby to see if they could find any clues about the mermaid that Klein needed for his promotion.
Well, it's a pity I'm not a mermaid... Angel thought to himself, looking at his new look in the mirror.
In order to make it easier to get off the boat, she did not wear the warm gray long skirt, but changed into a smart outfit.
The young woman in the full-length mirror was wearing a black low-cut waisted jacket with a white women's shirt underneath. The wide collar folded out from above the jacket, and tight trousers of the same color on the bottom, paired with leather boots that were five centimeters higher than the ankles. She was wearing a long windbreaker that went down to her knees, with the buttons undone, revealing her firm breasts.
The hat she chose was a wide-brimmed hat in the same color as her entire outfit. The front brim was slightly tilted up, and a white feather was inserted on it, adding a touch of unusual liveliness to the dull and restrained color scheme.
"I'm really curious how you managed to fit so many clothes in that suitcase."
Klein, who was standing by, took a look at the suitcase, which wasn't very big. His gaze quickly returned to Angel, who was posing in front of the mirror, and lingered there for a long time.
He was still wearing the same combination of trench coat, glasses and half-top hat. To cope with the cold wind at night, he wore an extra grey scarf to cover his bald chin, making him look much older.
"This is the magic of organizing clothes. Do you want to learn from me, a witch?"
Angel walked away from the full-length mirror and said jokingly that she had been filled with knowledge in the history and mysticism courses in the past two days. Now that she finally found an opportunity to fight back, she naturally didn't want to let it go.
Klein wordlessly pressed down his hat and followed Angel out of the suite and onto the deck. The deck was bustling at night. More than half of the passengers wanted to find some fun during their boring journey, so they lined up to walk down the gangway and head to Damir Port to enjoy the rare nightlife.
The two saw Donna's family in the queue. The four of them were accompanied by three bodyguards and were chatting with Captain Ireland. Before Angel could say hello, the sharp-eyed Donna saw her and waved excitedly.
"Sister Angelica, and Uncle Hermann!"
Klein, standing beside him, coughed lightly, expressing dissatisfaction at being called "uncle."
"Do you want to get off the boat and go for a stroll too?"
Angel inquired.
"Yes, we are going to try the most famous cured meat here."
The person who answered her was Donna and Denton's father, a middle-aged man who was a little overweight but had a well-maintained face.
"I heard about how you took care of Denton and Donna last night. The two children really like you." He looked at Angel politely for two seconds, a little surprised, then extended his hand to shake Klein's. "Uldi Blanche, an import-export businessman, this is my wife."
Next to him was a middle-aged woman, her face hidden by the veil hanging from her hat, and her figure was very well maintained for her age.
After exchanging pleasantries, Angel and Klein did not stay at the dock. Instead, they quickly left the main group, confirmed the direction on the road sign at the intersection, and headed to the nearest bar.
Before leaving, Angel noticed Donna still secretly staring at her, specifically at her slender legs, accentuated by her tight trousers. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of envy and relief. Angel suspected the girl still suspected she was a sea monster, and tried to scare her again, but Klein dragged her away.
The two soon arrived at the bar closest to the pier, "Flying Fish and Wine". From outside the half-open wooden door, they could hear shouts coming from inside, one louder than the other, highlighting the hustle and bustle and chaos of the place.
There was a notice board outside the door, covered with bounties of all sizes, new and old. There were high bounties for the "Four Kings" and the "Seven Generals", as well as a hundred-pound bounty for ordinary pirate captains. They were stacked up one after another, arranged from high to low according to the amount and reputation, like a mountain of gold coins.
At the summit sat undoubtedly the most famous pirate among them, the "King of the Five Seas," Nast. In Loen alone, his name was worth a full 800,000 gold pounds. Adding in bounties from other countries and individuals, his worth was likely already in the millions, enough to pay for a baron in Backlund, and now he could even enter the House of Lords and secure his own seat!
The two men looked at the string of zeros below Nast's bounty with envy, then pushed open the door and walked into the bar.
boom--
As soon as they entered the door, the lively atmosphere inside reached its climax. With the roar of the crowd, a huge figure flew to the door and was about to hit Angel. She dodged to the side, and the man broke the door open and rolled out of the bar.
A bald man over 1.8 meters tall came over with a dagger in his hand, cursing. He spat at the figure being thrown out and said:
"Shit, they actually slandered me as a pirate informant."
"Aren't you!"
"Haha, keep fighting!"
The drinkers around were watching the fun and making a fuss.
Angel walked around the burly man with a sea eagle tattoo on his bald head, came to the bar, sat down next to Captain Ireland, who had a dagger hanging from his waist, and asked in a low voice:
"What's going on?"
"It was just a drunken brawl. The one who got kicked out was a sailor from the navy here. He said Sea Eagle Logan was an informant for the Black Tulip. This has been circulating for a long time. Although no one has any evidence, Sea Eagle beats him up every time he hears it, which makes it seem plausible."
"The 'Hell General' Ludwell who loves to massacre?"
Klein also came over and asked.
"That's right, but don't take it to heart. Pirates don't like to plunder ports anymore. The navy has built a lot of coastal defense guns. They'll be back after a loss. Most importantly, there's nothing worth robbing in the port. If you want cargo, it's better to intercept ships. If you want fun, go to Bayam." Ellan downed his drink, burped, and stood up. "I'm going upstairs to play some cards. What about you?"
He pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor.
"Forget it, we're here to gather intelligence, and I've already lost enough on the ship."
Klein decisively refused. He was losing money on the ship within the limit of five pounds a day. If it weren't for his self-control and the limit Angel had set for him, he would probably have lost even more.
"Oh, then be careful. Don't trust anyone here or the information they provide. Nine out of ten words these drunks say are lies. Also, don't look for women..."
As Ellan said this, he looked at Angel, closed his mouth, smiled and went upstairs.
At this time, the conflict outside the door seemed to have come to an end. Only "Sea Eagle" Logan came back, and the "slanderer" navy sailor had disappeared.
Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the crowd quieted down. Some drank, some chatted, but many people had already noticed the new arrivals, Angel and Klein, and their eyes would occasionally glance over here, mainly lingering on Angel.
Angel knew that he would become the focus of everyone's attention if he went out in his true appearance, but he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he called the bartender over and asked:
"Is there any Sonia blood wine here?"
Hearing this word, Klein looked away uncomfortably.
"We don't have this kind of expensive stuff here. You can try the cocktail I made. It's low in alcohol and tastes good."
Before Angel could answer, the bald Logan came over and sat down on the chair next to Angel.
"Sonia Blood Wine? I haven't heard of this term in a long time. It is indeed suitable for beautiful ladies to drink, but the 'Sweet Lemon' here is also very good and very popular among the... girls around here."
The bartender chuckled a little when he mentioned girls, and Angel guessed it might not be a polite reference.
"Sweet lemon? Is that a cocktail? How much is it?"
She did not agree, but asked about the price first. She did not care about Logan's behavior of disregarding "social distance". The drunkards and sailors here were obviously different from the gentlemen on the White Agate. The drunkards around her had begun to stare at her openly, and some even wanted to take advantage of the alcohol to strike up a conversation. Logan was just the first one.
"Come, open the eyes of this lady and her companion."
Logan didn't answer, but instead slammed the bar and shouted. The bartender took a mixing glass and, right under Angel's gaze, quickly added several unknown liquors and lemon juice. He quickly made three golden cocktails with a slightly citric taste and placed them in front of Logan, Angel, and Klein.
"That's twelve pounds."
He looked at Angel.
"Yes, twelve pounds."
"Sea Eagle" Logan patted the bar again, inadvertently showing off the muscles in his arms.
Angel then realized that he was being blackmailed by Logan and the bartender.
At four pounds a glass, the wine is several times more expensive than the "expensive stuff" that the bartender calls Sonia Blood Wine.
Before she could say anything, Logan had already moved his face closer and closer to Angel.
"Don't have enough money? It doesn't matter. Many of the 'girls' around here are the same. They've already paid off their debts and even made quite a bit of money. Haha!"
The bartender laughed dryly along with him a few times. Some of the drinkers around him joined in the commotion, while others looked away, obviously unwilling to rescue the innocent and poor lady from the informant of this "Admiral of Hell".
It felt like I was encountering something straight out of an adventure novel... Angel was speechless. She was just about to secretly infect the awkwardly laughing Logan with the severe pneumonia that had just hit Backlund, so that he would at least stay in a local hospital until the New Year. Then she saw Klein, who was sitting on the other side, stand up from his chair with a stern face and stroll over under the curious and provocative gazes of Logan and the bartender.
"Bald boy," he tightened his black leather gloves, suddenly reached out, twisted the collar of "Sea Eagle" Logan, and pulled the bald man, who was taller than him, towards him, "This is my woman. Did you ask for my opinion before you came up to chat with her?"
"Bang——"
Angel panicked and knocked over three glasses of "Sweet Lemon".
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