After most of the day's sailing, after dark, the 'Victory' chose to anchor at the nearest port for a period of time to repair the hull that was damaged in the murloc attack.
In addition to the huge hole caused by Mr. Drester's gun, the iron railings and boat skin also had varying degrees of damage due to the corrosive nature of the fish-man slime.
If not handled in time, the ship may be at risk of water leakage.
The captain stood on the side of the ship and directed the passengers to return to the port from the small wooden planks erected next to it.
"Sorry! Our ship needs a period of repair and will be docked at the port until six o'clock tomorrow morning. You can choose to go to the dock for a while, or go back to your guest room to rest."
He shouted to the people lingering on the deck.
Even now, the old captain's face still shows a bit of happiness about surviving the disaster.
In fact, even if the fishmen were not dealt with successfully, there would be no accidents for the passengers on the ship. The Church of Storm ships and the navy patrolling near Backlund would soon discover the anomaly and come to rescue them.
But his position is about to be wiped out.
While the captain bowed and apologized to the men and women who had disembarked, he kept wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. The remaining sailors were busy running up and down with things, carrying materials and tools needed to repair the ship's skin.
Suddenly, the scene was very noisy.
Yager's figure also appeared among the people disembarking from the boat.
This is Damir Port.
As one of the ports closest to Backlund, the chaotic atmosphere of the Sunian Sea has been revealed here.
The bar near the pier was crowded, and many drunkards could be vaguely seen pushing and shoving loudly at the door, while passers-by passed by indifferently as if they were used to it.
The nearest one is called "Flying Fish and Wine".
On the way closer, Yager was surprised to find that its wooden door was covered with various reward orders.
"'Sea Wolf' Johnson, nine hundred pounds. 'One-Eyed' Anderson, five hundred pounds. 'Steel', 'Calm Thinker'. Wow! It's actually worth four thousand four hundred pounds and two thousand pounds."
He glanced at the wanted poster, feeling that this place was like a real-life version of sacks containing money.
How can these wastes that are no more than demigods be worth so much money?
Backlund is actually a desert of opportunity!
If he had come to Suniyahai in the first place, he would have become a wealthy man worth tens of thousands of pounds within a few days.
Yager realized with shock.
It's a pity that he no longer needs to hunt these specifically. Duke Negan's wealth is enough for him to spend a whole year, as for the subsequent savings.
That’s something you only need to consider when you have no money!
He thought so, but he still wrote down the names of several walking cash machines in his mind very honestly.
At night, the Flying Fish and Wine Bar was very lively, and it was actually a bit hot on the pier during the New Year time.
Yager walked through a group of smelly drunkards, frowned, and came to the bartender at the front: "A glass of liqueur, thank you."
With difficulty, he picked out a relatively clean high stool and sat down.
"Sevenpence." The bartender said casually without any enthusiasm at all, without even glancing over, and continued to focus on wiping the glass in his hand with a dirty rag.
He doesn't really want to drink anymore.
Yager glanced at it with disgust and threw out a few coins.
Because of his well-made clothes and melancholic and cold temperament, he was once again incompatible with the dark-skinned sailors wandering in the tavern. At first glance, he looked like a rich kid from a gorgeous cruise ship moored in the port.
The hall was filled with vaguely ill-intentioned glances.
Before he could get the wine glass, a short, wretched, half-bald man who looked like a mouse came over and sat down on the greasy seat next to him.
He laughed "hehe", showing his yellow teeth: "Hello, have you heard of the 'Ghost Empire'?"
"It was a ship traveling between Fusac and Intis. It was filled with all the wealth of a Duke in the world during the time of Emperor Roselle! It sank nearby."
"Now, I have definite information, and I have raised a total of five hundred gold pounds. With a little help from you, we can use this to get promoted to a higher position!"
A clumsy deception...
Yager took the wine glass expressionlessly and ignored it.
"Okay, I know you are just like the fifteen ignorant people before me." The semi-bald man said with regret, "Then let's put it this way..."
"As long as you give me ten pounds, I will allow you to walk out of here unscathed and with your pretty little face, how about that?"
His expression suddenly darkened, and his tone suddenly changed!
At the same time, other people in the bar also looked over with interest, casting all kinds of gloating looks.
No one wanted to help.
In fact, on this sea, hatred of the rich is a blatant theme, especially for young nobles who, in their opinion, have little experience in the world.
In the past, these robbers would at least find a suitable excuse, but this time, they didn't even bother to cover it up.
During Yager's silence, a strong man with a blue tattoo on his head stood up from behind and approached with a sneer, seeming to be a threatening companion.
"Ha! Don't think about it! When the navy finds you, your face will look like a woman..."
The next second.
“Zheng!!!”
A sharp knife appeared out of thin air in the tavern, with bright red blood, and was nailed to the wall.
The silver knife passed through the bald man's cheek, severely shattering his already yellowed and smelly teeth. The huge force took him flying, and his pierced cheek was pressed against the wall!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The shrill screams, accompanied by the sound of blood rolling in the mouth and hitting the blade, echoed, making everyone in the tavern freeze in place and not dare to move.
It seemed like he didn't even dare to breathe.
"Da da……"
The black-haired young man walked up to the twitching bald man with an indifferent expression, his footsteps sounding like a death knell.
The cup in his left hand was gently tilted, allowing the light yellow wine inside to flow down the rim of the cup and fall onto the knife handle that was stained red with blood.
"I respect you because your IQ is the same as that of a fishman."
Yager said softly.
The bar was completely silent, with only the soft sound of water flowing. Even the bald man who was screaming didn't dare to make a sound. He looked trembling and fearful, for fear that the other party would kill him with a knife.
He should be thankful that the bounty list didn't give an excuse to kill him.
The black-haired young man straightened up and threw away the empty wine glass in his hand.
Well, I really don’t think it’s too dirty.
After taking the opportunity to secretly pour out the dirty wine in the glass, he leaned over gently, picked up the black wallet that flew out of the ground, turned around and left the bar.
Tonight, no one here will dare to speak loudly.
However, contrary to everyone else, a blond-haired man suddenly left the bar quietly and fearlessly followed the leaving terrifying figure...
(End of chapter)
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