Chapter 520 Fake
Upon hearing the name of the crazy adventurer who had dared to shoot pirates in the streets of Bayam because of his connections with other pirate generals, some of the bar patrons looked at the man in the trench coat and top hat excitedly, while others shrank back in fear, even sneaking out the side door, and still others whispered to the people next to them.
The man who was the focus of everyone's attention snorted lightly, stood up and returned to his seat, without nodding or denying.
But most people had already matched him with the physical descriptions of "German Sparrow" in newspapers and rumors.
Angel stared at the fake Hermann's performance in amazement, then glanced at Klein to see his reaction.
The latter was unexpectedly calm. He silently finished the glass of glass beer in his hand, stood up under Angel's teasing gaze, and walked towards the "German".
"As you can see, my fame and prestige serve as my guarantee," the man in the windbreaker said to the other two couples at the table. "Last week, my team located the 'Ghost Empire' south of the White Whale Sea, near Tuscat Island... You've heard of the Ghost Empire, right?"
The four of them nodded to indicate that they had heard of it. They were dressed neatly and appropriately, their skin was not weathered by the weather, and they were either businessmen or "adventurers" who were traveling in the name of adventure and came from wealthy families.
"They've been tracking the whereabouts of that ghost ship, but I'm still short of a ship and some manpower, so I'm going back to Naas to find collaborators. Um, I only need five hundred..."
Seeing the four people's great interest, "Hermann" spoke faster and faster, with a meaningful smile on his face.
At this moment, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open from the outside and hit the wall. The loud noise made him swallow the second half of his sentence.
Klein, who was about to reach out and pick up the guy pretending to be him and throw him out the door, stopped and looked at the door.
A young man of Loen descent rushed into the bar, looked around, and then shouted:
"Is there anyone from the Adventurer's Mutual Aid Association?"
As soon as he finished asking, he turned around and looked out the door, as if he was being chased by someone and it would be very risky to stop.
The next second, a man of medium build wearing a leather jacket appeared behind him, with strong malice in his eyes.
The young man from Rune let out a strange cry and rushed into the depths of the bar in two steps. In the corner near the door stood three people dressed as adventurers. They were all members of the "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association". One of them was over two meters tall, with taut muscles that almost burst through his clothes. He looked like a legendary "giant" and immediately attracted the attention of the man in the leather jacket.
Klein, who was behind "German," also took this opportunity to confirm the identity of the man who had chased into the bar.
Gilchias the "Slayer," the second mate of the "Undead King" Agaritu, is notorious, his hands stained with blood, and he holds a bounty of 9,500 pounds in Loen alone.
This is a big fish, and it just came to him... Klein suddenly became a little excited. His desire for gold pounds overwhelmed his interest in "fighting counterfeiting." He reached for his revolver, and out of the corner of his eye, Angel's figure quietly disappeared, apparently entering an invisible state.
Under Klein's scrutiny, the "Slayer" shuddered, his face solemn. He withdrew his gaze from the "Giant", swept his gaze over Klein, then quickly turned and left the bar.
His movements were smooth and without hesitation, almost like a guest who had walked into the wrong place rather than a vicious pirate chasing someone.
This sudden end to the conflict startled the drunkard who was about to watch the show, the member of the "Adventurer Mutual Aid Association" who stepped forward, and the Loen man who hid in the bar in panic.
Klein also withdrew his gaze from the gate in dismay. He would naturally accept any pirate who came to his door, but that didn't mean he would chase after them and engage in an unfamiliar battle.
Especially when the other party is already alert.
But he was also puzzled. He had only glanced at Gilchias with the same eyes he'd used to looking at a gold pound, and before he'd even considered his action, he'd become so alert and turned away. Was it because of the two-meter-tall adventurer, or had he recognized the real "German Sparrow" in the bar?
In the bar, which briefly fell silent, the fake "German" chuckled twice before continuing to speak to the four men and women in front of him:
"Look, I've always said that Gehrman Sparrow's name is a passport across the Five Seas. So, what do you think?
"You can refuse, but think it over carefully first. If you refuse, then... cough, cough!"
He took a swig of liquor, widened his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and threatened, but suddenly began to cough, coughing up mouthfuls of foamy, reddish-white saliva, and his face turned an unhealthy red.
All four guests at his table stood up at once, avoiding Hermann, who suddenly looked painful, covered his chest and coughed continuously.
"Cough, cough, ha..."
As if pulling a broken bellows, "Hermann" stood up panting and looked around. In his gradually blurred vision, only terrified faces remained.
Snap——
His legs could no longer support him and he fell to his knees. He hesitated for a moment between supporting himself with his hands or covering his neck, then simply let go and lay on the ground, motionless.
"German is dead!"
Someone shouted loudly, and the drunkards, sober or drunk, and the adventurers whispering to each other burst into a huge wave of noise, infecting each other with fear, and rushed to the wide-open main door and the narrow side door, then quickly got out of the bar and disappeared without a trace.
In less than half a minute, the place was like a can of wolffish being opened. Only Klein was left standing there, the bartender who hid behind the bar, and a few trembling bar guards.
Even if I were really dead, there shouldn't be such a commotion... Klein glanced around speechlessly, then looked at the motionless man at his feet. He kicked him with his foot and turned him over to lie on his back. He found that he was only unconscious, still breathing, and didn't seem to be in any further signs of deterioration.
This should be a profound lesson for him, and Angel didn't try to kill this fake guy... He breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the bartender beside him, sneered, and said:
"After this, he probably won't have the guts to pretend to be 'German' anymore."
After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked towards the door.
"How do you know he's a fake?"
The bartender's somewhat fearful voice came from behind.
"Because I am the real German S...hiss!"
Klein sneered as he stepped aside and replied.
But the last few words seemed to be sucked back into his stomach by him taking a deep breath, and then he quietly covered his waist and left the bar with a somewhat stiff body.
The back figure looked hurried and a little embarrassed.
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"Because I am the real Gehrman Sparrow."
Angel imitated Klein's voice, smiled, supported his waist with one hand, held down the wide-brimmed hat on his head with the other, and spoke with his head held high.
The white feather on her hat was fluttering in the sea breeze, adding a touch of liveliness to her movements.
Klein covered his face, regretting his behavior in the bar.
At that time, he really just wanted to expose the fake and had no other thoughts, but after Angel's performance, he seemed extremely, well, "middle school".
For no reason, he thought of a word he used in his previous life on Earth to describe this behavior.
The two were currently at Pier 6 in Naas Harbor, awaiting the arrival of the "Admiral of the Stars." After the afternoon's riot, Angel and Klein left the bar, no longer interested in shopping. Instead, they returned to the hotel, packed their belongings, gathered various magical items, spells, and ammunition for battle, and arrived at their departure point in advance.
Facing a pirate general, a "Star Admiral" whose fame was higher than those "Lieutenant Generals", and with a bounty of 37,000 pounds, Cattleya could not be too cautious.
After several months of adventure at sea, they were almost armed to the teeth with magical items, and they also made a lot of talismans and bullets in their spare time. Their fighting power was almost as good as anyone below the demigod level.
Angel wore a rose necklace with the "Apostle of Desire", "Judge" and "Wind-loving" on her neck, a "Knight Bracelet" on her left wrist, a "Secret Holy Emblem" on her right wrist, a "Hypocrisy" ring on her right middle finger, a "Good Luck" revolver on her waist, and talismans and ammunition in pockets all over her body, making her feel that she made some jingling sounds when she moved.
That’s the sound of abundance!
Klein also brought most of the magical items with him. "Creeping Hunger" was currently grazing four souls. Although this was less than the upper limit it could carry, Klein insisted on grazing only the most heinous people, so he did not fill the vacancies casually.
Even so, this glove that possesses the powers of "Interrogator", "Priest of Light", "Zombie" and "Corrupted Baron" is far stronger than Angel's "Rose Necklace". Of course, the latter is a magical item made by a craftsman with limited negative effects. If this glove had not been sealed by Mr. Azik, it would have devoured a living person every other day, fully demonstrating the rule that "the stronger the ability, the greater the side effects."
Compared to this magical item, the fish-man cufflinks on Klein's sleeves, the bottle of biotoxin in his pocket, and the auxiliary items similar to Angel's, except for the lack of the "disaster" spell, seemed insignificant.
The two fully armed men exchanged a few jokes and then quieted down. They stood side by side, looking at the setting sun and the sea shrouded in darkness, waiting quietly.
When the eight o'clock bell rang in the church of Nas City behind him, a huge sailing ship slowly emerged from the thin mist in the distance. It was over a hundred meters long, but had only three masts. This unscientific structure did not affect its rapid progress on the dark sea, approaching the port where there were still twinkling lights.
The harbor lighthouse soon discovered the uninvited guest, and the light focused by the reflector shone on the sailboat, revealing its flag gradually becoming clear in the fog. It was painted with a huge single eye without eyelashes, surrounded by ten white stars.
"Star Pirates!"
"Future!"
The surrounding pirates and sailors exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the flagship belonging to "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya.
It was already night time, and most of the ships were fixed at the dock, with no way to escape. The sailors left on board aimed their cannons in vain at the "Future" not far away, but no one dared to take action.
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the Future slowly stopped less than a hundred meters away from the dock. A lady in a black robe walked to the bow of the ship, her eyes indifferent, looking around disdainfully.
In front of her, a ray of light lit up, like stars falling from the sky. Then the stars gradually extended forward and turned into a translucent bridge, crossing a distance of 100 meters and landing on Pier No. 6.
The sailors standing nearby stepped back, fearing that they would touch the dreamy stars. Before their eyes, two figures slowly stepped forward and stepped onto the transparent bridge without any hesitation. With the sound of crisp footsteps, they walked towards the "Future".
Walking in front was a lady wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a white feather on her head. Her face was dim in the night, and the hem of her windbreaker fluttered in the wind. The figure outlined by the slim black jacket and tight trousers of the same color caught the attention of the sailors around her.
Behind her, Klein was wearing a double-breasted frock coat and a half-high silk hat. His gold-rimmed glasses reflected the concentrated light from the lighthouse. His facial expression was indifferent, ignoring the gazes of the many sailors behind him, but he was howling helplessly in his heart:
"Finally, finally, I'm linked to the 'Admiral of the Stars' in public... Now, even if I jump into the Yellow River, no, even into the Tussock River, I can't clear myself of this!"
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