Chapter 391: "Flame" Danitz
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Angel instantly understood that Klein was playing up his "crazy adventurer" persona, but his behavior and rhetoric made him look more like a jealous hooligan than an adventurer...
Jealousy...
She chuckled at first, then realized that she was no longer in Tingen City or Backlund, but on the Five Seas. She was no longer "Nighthawk" Angel or "Witch" Irene, but Angelica, who accompanied the crazy adventurer.
So, the way I just wanted to secretly make the other person seriously ill doesn't seem to be in line with my current identity and code of conduct?
I secretly laughed at Klein's poor performance, thinking I was the one who didn't understand the situation...
Thinking of this, Angel looked at the bartender behind the bar, who was staring at the "sweet lemons" that could sell for 12 pounds. They were overturned on the bar, and the sour and sweet cocktails spilled all over the floor.
"How much money can Admiral Hell get for sending Ludwell's informant to the Navy?"
She asked calmly, pointing at the lifted Logan.
“…No, he’s not…”
"I am! You are about to die in..."
The bartender's words were interrupted by "Sea Eagle" Logan. The burly man was lifted up with one hand by Klein, who was shorter and heavier than him, and spoke with difficulty, pretending to be menacing.
Before he finished speaking, Klein, wearing the "Creeping Hunger" spell, threw an uppercut with his left hand, hitting Logan's double chin. The huge force knocked him upward for a short distance, and then he fell heavily back onto the chair, crushing the fragile wooden chair to pieces.
This ferocious attack frightened even Angel. She turned her head to look at Klein, who was cracking his knuckles under his gloves one by one. Logan, with his mouth full of blood, slowly climbed up and spat out a few fallen teeth.
“But I…” “Bang!”
“Hell…” “Bang!”
“Luther…” “Bang!”
Three consecutive heavy punches, left, right, and top, Logan's cheeks swelled up rapidly, and finally he was knocked flying by another uppercut, over the half-person-high bar and the stunned bartender, and fell into the shelf full of various low-quality liquors. He slid to the ground with the sound of broken glass bottles and stopped moving.
Then, with an indifferent expression, as if nothing had just happened, Klein turned his gaze to the bartender.
Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, the bartender swallowed hard and said:
"My boss is 'White Shark'."
Who is that...
Angel subconsciously asked, "How much is his bounty worth?"
"I told you, he's not Ludwell's informant. He just spread the news himself. Even that navy sailor was paid..."
"I'm asking how much 'White Shark' is worth."
The bartender swallowed the rest of his words, his eyes wide open, unable to believe that someone would dare to target his boss.
Two broad-shouldered guards on the first floor of the bar also strode over. "Sea Eagle" Logan was not one of their men, but this bartender and the rack of liquor behind him were worth a lot of money.
Seeing the helper arrive, the bartender felt more confident. He did not answer Angel's question, but pointed to the glass of "Sweet Lemon" and said:
"If I were you, I'd just pay Sweet Lemon and compensate for all the losses, then get out of here before my boss shows up, otherwise..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a flash before his eyes. After a few dull thuds of fists hitting flesh, the two guards he relied on fell to the ground. The man and woman returned to the bar as if they had never moved.
"So, how much is 'White Shark' worth?"
The man in the half-top hat asked softly, his fists, which had knocked over Logan and the guard, tightened and loosened, as if eager to hit the bartender in the face. The bartender froze, and for the first time, he doubted whether his boss, White Shark, could handle this matter.
"He, he's a law-abiding man, he's never had a bounty on his head..."
He finally decided to throw away the harsh words he had used to scare the drinkers and answer honestly.
"Four pounds a glass, eh?"
Angel asked back, imitating Klein's provocative low tone. Then he reached out, grabbed the bartender's collar and pulled him towards him. In the other's eyes, which were somewhat surprised and a little fearful, he held down his head and slammed it against the bar.
“Bang—”
The bartender's round face hit the old bar counter with a dull thud, wood chips flew everywhere, and the "precious" sweet lemon was splashed far away along with the blood, attracting cheers from the surrounding drinkers.
They suddenly discovered that the entire bar was in chaos. The guards, bartenders, and even the usually domineering "Sea Eagle" Logan were lying on the ground.
The drunks, intoxicated by alcohol, blood and violence, immediately started to riot.
Amid the commotion, before more guards arrived, Angel and Klein quickly left the disorderly bar, ran quickly on the dim street, and soon entered an alley to make sure no one was following them.
"call--"
Angel let out a long sigh, her face still flushed from the workout. Her heartbeat was racing, her body was hot, and she was incredibly excited. Before this, she'd been a true "law-abiding" person, rarely engaging in acts of violence. But today, inspired by "German Sparrow," she'd beaten up the guard and the bartender, feeling a mixture of excitement and worry, a sense of relief from having finally broken free from her inner constraints.
"It's a shame I didn't get any information. But according to Captain Ireland, the information we got from the bar probably didn't contain much truth either."
"Try another bar?"
"The few words you just said..."
"Ahem... Is there something wrong?"
The two slowed down their pace and paced in the dark alley, discussing with each other. The crimson moon above their heads occasionally peeked out from the clouds, casting dim moonlight on their feet.
Suddenly, Angel stopped and she heard footsteps behind her that did not belong to the two of them.
Was the stalker... one of White Shark's men, or another drinker? There couldn't be any official Beyonders in a small place like this, right?
She thought quickly and gestured to Klein, who understood and also stopped. However, the sound of his suddenly quickened footsteps still echoed in the alley, quickly moving away in the direction they were heading. It was an illusion created by the "magician."
The stalker behind him also quickened his pace and rushed into the alley. He was a man wearing a black cloak, with burnt yellow eyebrows and bright deep blue eyes. He had just run a few steps when he found the target he was tracking standing in front of him and stopped abruptly.
This was the drunkard in "Flying Fish and Wine" just now. When everyone was making a fuss and even started fighting under the influence of alcohol, he was watching silently in the corner... Angel quickly recalled the black cloak and blue eyes, and with interest, he crossed his arms across his chest and stood in front of this person.
"Ha, ha, ha, you are very perceptive."
The stalker, knowing he had been lured out, did not panic. Instead, he stood up straight and laughed to himself a few times, which made his face under the cloak almost completely exposed. His facial features were relatively flat, like the race of the southern Intis.
"Why are you following us?"
Klein held his hat with one hand and the revolver at his waist with the other, maintaining the adventurer persona he had just portrayed. He asked concisely, but in Angel's opinion, he seemed a bit too forceful.
"You two are exactly what I like. Those few moves in the bar just now were clean and efficient, and you left the scene immediately afterwards to avoid being surrounded and to avoid noticing my pursuit. I just wanted to ask, are you interested in joining us?
"Although 'Sea Eagle' is just a thug, 'White Shark' Hamilton is a genuine pirate informant, and he serves more than one faction. You guys smashed his bar, and you'll definitely face retaliation afterwards. We can easily handle this little matter."
"So, who are you guys?"
Angel asked back curiously.
"You're interested in bounties, so you must be adventurers dreaming of getting rich. 'We're' a pirate band of adventurers chasing legends across the five seas, such as the 'Fountain of Youth,' the 'Ghost Empire,' 'Solomon's Legacy,' and 'Rossel's Secret Treasure.' While we haven't had any major gains so far, we've recovered quite a few missing ships, and we often make gains, big and small. Even the lowest-ranking sailors can earn two or three hundred pounds a year. For someone as skilled as you, doubling that is no problem!"
When talking about "harvest", the man in the cloak seemed to straighten his back.
This income was indeed something he could be proud of. Three hundred pounds a year was considered middle-class in the Kingdom of Loen, but on the sea, it was already considered a high-income class.
"A pirate who salvages shipwrecks and treasure?"
Klein remained unmoved and asked in a low voice.
"You can understand it this way. Our target is unowned property. We only rob passing merchant ships when we're extremely poor, but we won't harm innocent people. On the contrary, if pirates are harming innocent people, we'll take them down," the cloaked man explained. "Heh, this is our captain's rule. When recruiting new members, we must clearly state these guidelines. We only recruit like-minded companions. Hmm, that seems to be the word."
A pirate group whose mission is not to harm innocent people?
Angel felt like laughing and lowered his arms from crossing his chest.
Seeing her reaction, the cloaked man turned his gaze towards her and continued:
"Of course, as a beautiful lady, it's normal for you to have some concerns about joining a pirate group. But our captain is also a woman, and there are many crew members like you on board. Not only will the things you imagine won't happen, but they even get a full week more annual leave than the male crew members!"
Do pirates get annual leave?
Angel was really interested now, this was a strange story she had never heard of before.
Feeling that his words had a good effect, the man chuckled and took off the hood of his cloak, revealing short golden hair that was slightly lighter than his eyebrows.
"I forgot to introduce myself," he said solemnly, his face turning serious. "In front of you is 'Flame' Danitz, the fourth boatswain of the 'Golden Dream', under Vice Admiral 'Iceberg' Edwina Edwards."
After announcing his captain, the title of one of the "Seven Generals," as the final blow, Danitz raised his chin slightly, anticipating the expressions of panic or fear on the faces of the two men in front of him.
This is an invitation from "Lieutenant General Iceberg"!
A moment later, he felt four fiery gazes looking at him, the naked greed contained in them was undisguised.
"'Flame' Danitz, who has a £3,000 bounty on his head?"
The man who had been holding his top hat lowered his left hand, clenched his fist lightly, and asked in a low voice, with an ominous aura emanating from him.
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