The sturdy men in confrontation were wearing a navy blue and white striped shirt, and they were still shirtless in the cold weather close to zero degrees.

He held a dagger against the man's throat, but an old pistol that could be found in a museum was pointed at his forehead.

The owner of the pistol was also a muscular man over 1.80 meters tall with a greasy face. He had shaved his head and had a tattoo of a sea eagle. He cursed:

“Shit Navy!

"No one in Damir Port dares to accuse me of being a pirate informant!"

The navy soldier fought back without showing any weakness, and both sides displayed the rich vocabulary of swear words at sea.

Klein watched for a few seconds, then walked around the edge and came to Captain Ireland, who had a straight sword and a hidden pistol on his waist. He asked calmly and casually:

"What happened?"

"It was a quarrel between two drunkards. In Damir Port and the surrounding waters, there has always been a rumor that Sea Eagle Logan serves the owner of the Black Tulip. The navy man just mentioned this, and Sea Eagle happened to see it."

The owner of the Black Tulip? Isn't he Admiral of Hell Ludwell? Klein turned around and sat on the high stool in front of the bar, tapping the wooden table.

"A glass of Southwell beer."

"Six pence." The bartender with bronze skin and white teeth wiped the glass and said without enthusiasm.

The prices of land specialties were much higher than those in Backlund and Tingen... Klein took out a handful of copper coins and counted out 6 pence to give to the other party.

At this time, the conflict between Logan and the navy was stopped by the bar guards. They each said harsh words and retreated to different corners.

Perhaps because he had lost face, the navy man left in a hurry after a dozen seconds, and the atmosphere in the bar became lively again.

"Want to play cards?" Captain Ireland pointed to the staircase on the side of the bar.

"No." Klein's main purpose was to gather intelligence.

Ellan subconsciously wanted to pat his shoulder, but was stopped by his cold and sharp temperament. He could only straighten his dark red coat and reminded him:

"Don't look for women here."

Klein nodded, picked up the cup of Southwell beer, and took a sip.

"Also, don't trust anyone here. Only a small part of what they say is true." Ai'erlan carried his own Lelangqi and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor.

Klein glanced at him sideways and asked back without changing his expression:

"Including you?"

"...Maybe." Ai'erlan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "At least my reminder just now was true. Well, it's also true that I'm a man!"

That’s not necessarily true… In this “world” there is a magic potion called “Witch”… Klein retracted his gaze and drank slowly while listening to the bragging of the drinkers around him.

After two or three minutes, a short, thin man came over with his drink and sat next to Klein.

"Man, you look like an adventurer." He tilted his head slightly and smiled.

The man who greeted him had black hair and blue eyes, his facial features looked old, and his temperament was quite vulgar.

“You could say that.” Klein responded coldly.

"I can see that you are a hunter, a hunter after bounties and wealth." The short man glanced around, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Have you heard of the 'Ghost Empire'?"

I have heard of Amway, and I have also heard of the Heavenly Father and the Savior sealed at the bottom of the sea... Klein used the ability of the Faceless Man to send out a signal not to approach me:

"You know, a giant, ancient, ghost ship full of treasure."

"We have clues about it!" the short man said in an infectious tone, "We found some information and know where it will appear next time! We don't want to be easily taken advantage of by pirates and the navy, and we don't want to be robbed of our wealth by others, so we decided to rent an armed merchant ship and go to that sea area to wait. This will cost about 1,000 pounds. I have found 15 companions and raised 720 pounds. Are you interested in participating?"

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he fumbled and took out a stack of yellow-brown letters:

"I know you won't believe it easily. In fact, no one will believe it, but after reading this information, the 15 friends in front of me all decided to join our plan."

...Do I have a face that is easily deceived? Or is it that all outsiders cannot escape this kind of thing? Klein was considering whether to authenticate the letters, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the Sea Eagle Logan, who had just been arguing with someone, coming over.

"Woody, you're lying again! You rat that deserves to die in the sewage!" Logan picked up the short man and threw him onto the open space in the middle of the bar, with his legs flying in the air.

The burly man with a blue tattoo on his head took the seat Woody had just taken and said with a hearty smile:

“Excuse me, this is our rat from Damir Port, always doing things that ruin our reputation.

“In fact, we are all very friendly. If you have anything you want to ask, feel free to come to me.

"Haha, don't believe those guys' slander. I am an upright person and have nothing to do with the 'Admiral of Hell'!"

The more you emphasize this, the more suspicious it makes people... Klein thought for a moment, his expression unchanged, and said in a calm tone:

"I want to know the latest rumors."

"No problem." Sea Eagle Logan patted the bar counter and said to the bartender, "Give me a plate of special pickled meat. I'd like to invite this fellow to taste our Damir's most famous delicacy."

The bartender still had that cold expression on his face. He pushed the door open and entered the kitchen at the back. He quickly brought out a plate of sliced ​​bacon with distinct red and white colors and delicate textures.

"Five pounds." He didn't look at Sea Eagle Logan, but looked directly at Klein.

"Five pounds." "Sea Eagle" Logan turned his head and smiled warmly, while raising his arm to show his muscles. "Everyone heard it just now. To thank me, you want to treat me to special pickled meat."

Klein didn't react to what happened for a moment. It was not until the bartender urged him a second time that he realized that he was being blackmailed, and the other party's tactics were quite sophisticated.

First, he used an easily detectable scam to get the "Sea Eagle" Logan to appear, and successfully gained the target's favor. Then, he ordered a special expensive pickled meat under the pretext of treating him. Finally, he turned his back on him, confused right and wrong, and forced him to buy and sell... No wonder none of the drunks made a fuss when "Mouse" Woody was thrown out... They were all afraid of Logan, who was said to serve the "Admiral of Hell"... How should I deal with it? My current character is Gehrman Sparrow, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter... Klein picked up the cup, took a sip of the beer with a strong malt aroma, and asked in a normal tone:

“Why not just rob?”

"Why not just rob?" Logan was a little stunned by the question.

Then he saw a fist growing bigger and bigger.

Boom!

Klein swung his left fist and hit Sea Eagle Logan on the chin, causing him to fall toward the bar.

With a push of his right palm, Klein swiftly left the chair and approached Logan's body that was about to fall.

His thighs tensed and his knees jerked up, slamming straight into Logan's lower abdomen.

Poof! Logan reared back, eyes bulging, mouth half open.

Klein drew his gun, stuffed the revolver into the man's mouth, and pulled back the hammer.

"I...I am..." Logan shouted vaguely.

Klein stared into his eyes, suddenly pulled out his revolver, swung it violently, and hit Logan's face with both the gun handle and his fist.

Logan's teeth fell out one by one, and his mouth was full of blood.

Faced with such a heavy blow and extreme pain, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Klein supported his body and took out a handful of loose bills and coins from his pocket.

Since they were estimated to be no more than 5 pounds, Klein threw them directly onto the bar and said calmly:

"No need to look for it."

The bartender's bronze face turned pale, and he shouted in panic:

"My boss is 'White Shark'!"

Klein didn't even look at him. He let go of his hand and let Sea Eagle Logan fall to the ground. Then, he sat down again, picked up a piece of pickled meat, and put it in his mouth to taste it. He found the flavor quite unique. The smell of spices spread out, scratching his stomach and throat.

After eating two pieces, he looked up and asked:

"Does your boss know that you're in league with 'Sea Eagle'?"

"No, he, doesn't..." the bartender replied in a stammering voice.

Seeing that Klein had no intention of continuing to attack and readily paid the money, the guards who had approached him quietly retreated.

Klein took a sip of wine, glanced at the Sea Eagle Logan on the ground, and said calmly to the bartender:

"He is Ludwell's informant. How much reward can he collect?"

"No, he's not." The bartender shook his head. "He spread all this information himself. He paid for that navy officer just now! Only in this way can he make people here afraid of him..."

After hearing this answer, the people drinking at the bar put down their glasses in shock. One drunk even staggered over to Logan and spat in his face.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Many drinkers followed suit.

Klein lowered his head again and said while eating the specially made pickled meat:

"Tell me about the latest rumors."

The bartender breathed a sigh of relief and, while wiping the cup, he intermittently introduced the rumors of the past two months. Some of them were things Klein had heard of, and some he had just learned about.

The Royal Navy's ironclad ship "Pritz" destroyed a passing pirate group during routine training... The panic about the giant ships and cannons began to spread among some small and medium-sized pirate forces... Some of them wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when the ironclad fleet has not yet been formed, commit crimes crazily, and get some money to quit this business... The sea will not be peaceful in the next six months to a year... "Blood Admiral" Senior and "Dusk Vice Admiral" Bulatov Ivan clashed in the waters south of Sonia Island. They fought a big battle and each sank two ships... Klein just listened and didn't ask any questions, and gradually filled his stomach.

He saw that the plate of special pickled meats had been emptied, so he drank the rest of his beer and slowly stood up.

“Remember today’s lesson.” Klein handed the plate to the bartender.

The bartender was about to reach out his hand when he was suddenly grabbed by the hair on the back of his head.

Bang!

Klein pushed hard and smashed the bartender's head onto the bar, causing wood chips to fly and blood to flow. The drinkers dodged and the guards rushed over at high speed.

After doing all this, Klein clapped his hands, picked up his own glass, and tried to pour the remaining wine on the bartender's head.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Klein gave up silently, turned around, bent down, grabbed Sea Eagle Logan, and threw him towards the guards who came over.

Taking advantage of the guards dodging and the chaos in the bar, Klein ran quickly, nimbly detoured, and easily left "Flying Fish and Wine".

He clicked his hat, walked quickly forward, and turned into the next street.

After changing directions continuously, he suddenly slowed down and a gold coin appeared in his hand.

The gold coin kept jumping between his fingers, as if it was detecting something.

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