Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred and Forty Six The Death of the Cook
"Boss Bruno, you are finally back!"
"Um…"
"Lord! You look ugly. Are you sick too?..."
"Um…"
In the Shizishan Port Colony, the busiest places are naturally the tavern and the brothel, two large tropical wooden houses and shacks connected into one. Alcohol and women are the most important order stabilizers in overseas colonies, especially for comfort.
Soldiers stationed overseas. By the way, this is also an extremely profitable industry that can shake out the last copper from the hands of soldiers and sailors.
When Bruno walked into the tavern, all kinds of noises and jokes, as well as the strong and pungent fragrance, stench, and alcohol smell came like a tide, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
When he was an ordinary sailor, he often visited such places and enjoyed it, mingling with lower-class sailors. But as he climbed up to the position of aristocrats step by step, places like this for the lower-class people always made him feel awkward.
and cheap, even turning into those humble past that he wishes to forget.
Soon, the guests passing by saw Bruno's aristocratic attire, and their voices suddenly became softer. Some of the people here were employees of the business station, and most of them were local garrison troops. There were no dark-skinned men, but they were full of people.
Every time a Portuguese navy passed by, they would arbitrarily book out all the wine and women in the tavern. After a day or two of hysterical indulgence, they would embark on a sailing journey accompanied by death.
"Quem vai ao mar perde o lugar. Haroldo, he who goes to sea always loses his seat."
"...?"
"A vida no maré breve o a espuma das ondas. Life on the sea is always as short as the waves, and so is life!"
"...?"
"Quem anda no mar aprende a rezar. Therefore, people who go to sea learn to pray and indulge. This is the last choice and nostalgia in life when facing death."
"...! Boss, what's wrong with you? Have you been cursed by the devil by the shaman of the local tribe during your absence these days?..."
"...Don't talk nonsense! I'm just speaking out of my feelings. During these five days, Mayor Angel entertained me warmly, which made me...unforgettable... I finally understood what Byzantine luxury and enjoyment are, and why Rome was so...
Destruction...Why does the Lord give commandments, and priests are prone to corruption...Hey! Captain Diogo, may your pious and noble soul always guide me and not go astray!"
Having said this, Bruno sighed quietly and prayed a few words of piety. However, in such a noisy and pungent occasion, this kind of prayer was inexplicable and a bit funny.
Bruno shook his head, looked into the crowded tavern, and saw Quartermaster Mattim at a glance. He was wearing an eyepatch, and he pinched two dark-skinned women wantonly, turning the black color into red. Then, he
A pink pearl was mixed with wine and forced into the mouth of a young woman. Then she drunkenly leaned in and yelled wildly.
"Ahaha! Why are you crying? Let me use my one eye to see! Are pearls more pink, wine more moisturizing, or...hehehaha!..."
"..."
Bruno frowned slightly, looking past Mattim, staring at the pink pearl and counting his breaths. Then, he looked around the entire tavern, but did not see the old carpenter Ivo, nor did he see the guide Sushu... His face finally changed.
Seriously, ask Haroldo.
"Haroldo, where did Mattim's pearl come from?"
"Uh...this is...he got it...from the guide mouse..."
"What about the guide mouse? He was killed by Mattim? And where are the other yellow-skinned sailors?..."
"Ah, boss, what I was just about to say!... The guide mouse and the other captured sailors all fell ill within two days after you left. They were alternately cold and hot. They were obviously possessed by the devil.
Curse!…Right now, two of them are dead and buried in graves!”
"What? They're all sick?!... Damn it! If the other yellow-skinned sailors die, they will die... The guide mouse is a translator and our brother, and he will be of great use later! Where are the others? They won't be buried by you too, right?
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"Oh! No, the guide mouse is still alive... The old carpenter Ivo is watching him, in a large shed behind there. By the way! We also found an old black-skinned shaman to treat him.
.It is said that the old man is a bit evil, can communicate with the devil, and uses some weird herbs to cure many people who have been cursed by the devil...Boss, do you want to go and see?..."
"...Um…"
Thinking of the horror of the devil's curse and wondering if it would be contagious, Bruno hesitated for a moment, and finally just said.
"God bless you! Then look at it from a distance...and don't come closer..."
"Call all the brothers! Recruit a few new hard-working sailors, even black-skinned ones!...After resting for so long, it's time for us to hit the road!...Huh? Harold, what else can you do?"
"Boss, you said before...a treat..."
"Oh, it's okay! Mayor Angel said that he has shares in this tavern, and he invited me this time... As long as I say something to the person in charge of the tavern!... What, is there anything else?"
"Boss, is there any news about...the Governor of the Azores...Martin?..."
"Hmm... no. I guess Martin is missing and the Governor of the Azores has not made any announcement..."
"...Boss, otherwise...else..."
Haroldo, the chubby boatswain, had a slumped face, obviously very uneasy. He had single-handedly arranged the matter of tricking Martin into boarding the ship. Even if there was a human barrier, he could not hide it from the local cunning Governor of the Azores.
If Martin comes back alive, everything will be easy. But now Martin is thrown into the sea of Sipangu and cannot die anymore. It is estimated that all the bones and dregs have been eaten clean by the fish. There is no way to explain this time! I really want to meet Azov.
Governor Er asked, how could he, a little sailor, survive? And Captain Bruno, would he really go up against an angry nobleman for his so-called "brother"? Or, would he be thrown out?
Go and use his life to smooth over this matter?…
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After these days of thinking, Haroldo already has the answer in his mind. He smells a strong sense of danger, like a clever sea mouse on a boat, and will never agree again.
He took a step forward. So at this moment, in a colonial port in tropical Africa, in a noisy tavern and brothel, he quietly touched the dagger at his waist and begged Bruno with a grimace.
"Boss! I need to stay out of the limelight... Please! Leave me here to take care of the sick guide rat and a few sailors!... When the ship returns to Lisbon, if anyone asks, tell me that I have died at sea.
Just like the more than forty dead sailors, there are no bones left!..."
"If everything goes well and this matter goes away...just wait until you pass Sierra Leone on your next voyage and take me on board!...For the sake of being a brother for so many years, I beg you!"
"..."
Bruno narrowed his eyes and looked at the pleading Haroldo for a moment. His hand also touched the sword, and he was silent for a long time before sighing again.
"Haroldo...you are so cautious! Maybe if the Governor of Azores can't detect you, nothing will happen at all..."
"Hey! Okay, okay! For the sake of brothers for so many years, I have to leave you a way to survive... I will keep you here and take care of the guide mouse... go back and avenge your death in battle..."
"It's just that from now on, Harold can no longer appear, and you can no longer be the boatswain. You have to change your appearance and identity before boarding the ship for the next voyage... I will remember you, you will always be my Bruno
Brother! I will always leave a place for you on my flagship..."
"Ah! Thank you, thank you! Merciful leader!... Praise the Lord! Praise you even more!..."
Hearing this hard-earned promise, Haroldo finally took a long breath and quietly released his hand from the dagger. The clothes on his back were soaked, and his fat body kept saluting, with a look of gratitude and humility on his face.
"Boss, don't worry! My profession is as a cook, not as a boatswain... Haroldo, boatswain, will die today!... The one who comes on board the ship next time will be your loyal cook and following brother.
