The whistle blew and the North Wind sailed into Damier Port.
It will replenish water and food on the colonial island and set sail again the next morning.
We finally arrived on land... After two days of unremarkable life at sea, Klein just wanted to quickly experience the real feeling of land.
In the Earth Age, the city he lived in was located inland, and it was difficult to experience long-term water travel. Even now, it was his first time to take a boat.
Especially the past two days have been quite boring. The scenery outside the window is only the endless blue, and even the islands are rarely seen. The only fun is probably to be wary of the occasional but unclear peeks, which also makes Ke
Laien was even more convinced that there was an extraordinary person on board with extraordinary strength.
Klein left the cabin, went down to the port, and was about to turn to the bar near the pier when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
Compaore, the captain of the North Wind, was trying to defend something with a flattering look on his face. The man looked arrogant and did not hide his inner disdain. Although the clothes on his body were dark, it could still be seen that he had a subtle design with Lun.
An out-of-place exaggeration.
Intis?
Kleindor paid attention, but considering Gehrman Sparrow's character, he still walked to the bar.
"Flying Fish and Wine..." The signboard of the bar hangs at the top, with various reward orders posted on both sides, arranged like a pyramid from high to low. The most attractive one is "Five Seas"
King" with a bounty of up to 800,000 pounds.
Klein glanced at it with interest, and then looked honestly at the middle part with a bounty of about three thousand pounds. The "squirming hunger" in his left hand felt the desire to raise his head and became faintly excited.
The first time he got this sealed artifact, Klein released the two souls of the "Faceless Man" and the "Dream Demon", one of which stayed on the gray mist, while the other was thrown into
The mailbox outside the church is also considered to be returned to its original owner.
In other words, "Creeping Hunger" now has two vacant grazing slots, and the mid-level pirates above are good choices.
Silently jotting down a few pirates whose nicknames seemed interesting, Klein pushed the door open and entered without stopping.
Strangely, the bar was unusually quiet despite being dark. Everyone was huddled on the edge. Several men in black clothes similar to the man outside were loyally guarding him beside a high-backed chair, looking wary.
As soon as Klein entered the bar, a sharp gaze pierced him, unabashedly showing his malice.
"Hunter"... Klein looked into those red eyes, nodded slightly as usual, and walked to the bar with steady steps under the gaze of everyone.
"A glass of Southwell beer." He knocked lightly on the bar, but found that the bartender did not succumb to his knife-like gaze. Instead, he looked at the man in black not far away in fear.
"Boy, this place is foreign."
Klein glanced at the hand on his shoulder, turning a blind eye to it, and then said to the bartender:
"A Southwell beer."
"Bitch, can't you hear me?"
Seeing that his words were ignored, the man in black was about to explode, but Klein's movements were obviously faster than him. He directly grabbed the hand on his shoulder, exerted force on his wrist, and forcibly removed the man in black's hand.
LOL.
Listening to the groan of pain coming from behind, Klein followed his premonition and dodged to the right. He reached for his waist with his left hand, dodged the flying knife coming from behind, pulled out the revolver, and pressed it against the black-clothed man whose joints were blocked by him.
The back of the person's head.
The men in black who were standing scattered but interacting with each other just now stretched out their hands towards Klein, either facing each other or holding several throwing knives between their palms.
The only strange thing is that they don't seem to be anxious because their companions are in danger. Instead, they are all gloating about the misfortune, as if they are waiting for something good to happen.
Are these "Hunters"?
As soon as the thought flashed through Klein's mind, his body moved instinctively, and he stepped back to avoid the blow from below.
The man in black, whose joints had been captured just now, had a fierce expression. The palm of his other intact hand burst into flames, and he pulled out a long scorching whip and swept it towards Klein.
The flames burned across the bar and floor, sending out little sparks. The man in black's attacks became more frequent, attacking Klein's side at tricky angles, trying to force his opponent into a blind corner.
Seeing the whip getting closer and closer, Klein picked up a table and threw it towards the "Hunter". Using his control of the flaming whip to resist the air attack, he quickly shook his wrist and threw it in a direction where the whip could hardly attack.
Several tarot cards were touched at the waist at the same time.
Several tarot cards passed through the flame whip and were ignited by the flames and the high temperature in the air, but a few still flew behind the "Hunter".
not good!
The "Hunter" who was waving his long whip and preparing to pursue the victory suddenly felt a chill in his back. He almost immediately changed his pace, turned his waist, and wanted to attack behind him.
But Klein was still one step ahead of him, and the orange-red flame instantly swallowed up a tarot card facing his neck, expanding to the outline of human nature.
Klein jumped out of the flames, holding a long blade he had drawn from nowhere. The muscles in his arms bulged, and he aimed at the side of the "Hunter's" neck and drew it violently.
boom!
The sound of steel clashing was heard endlessly, and Klein hurriedly jumped back, shaking his right arm that was numb from the shock, and distanced himself.
It didn't feel like he had hit a human body just now, but more like he had been hit by a piece of steel.
Does "Hunter" also have the ability to strengthen the skin similar to "Living Corpse"?
The spiritual warning skyrocketed. Klein glanced away with his peripheral vision, only to see the cold faces of the men in black who were just waiting to see the joke, with flames coming out of their palms, and they were all pointing at him!
"Pah, pah, pah pah..."
Scattered applause suddenly sounded on the stairs, breaking the tense atmosphere in front of the bar.
The man in black who was preparing to attack also stopped after seeing the incoming man clearly. Even the guy who was hit in the neck by Klein and almost fainted just glanced at him hatefully and stood upright.
"A young man with good skills."
Francois Soult stood on the stairs, looking down at Klein with a smile and clasping his hands.
Klein looked at this old man with the same red eyes and a few silvery hair in his hair, and felt a kind of despair coming from an apex predator.
This is a demigod, a demigod of the "Hunter" path.
The old man, whose face still showed how handsome he was in his youth, waved his hand to his entourage and pretended to reproach him:
"Didn't I say don't disturb others and keep a low profile?"
He walked down the stairs and sat on the high-backed chair guarded by the man in black. His legs were crossed and he didn't look low-key at all.
The old man slowly glanced at the customers in the bar, and finally his eyes fell on Klein.
"I was rude just now. Are you from the Secret Order?"
Secret Order... Klein moved his stiff limbs and shook his head slightly, barely covering up the shock in his heart.
This demigod actually took the initiative to mention a secret organization in front of a group of ordinary people. Even if Haihai is more accepting of the extraordinary, what about his confidentiality regulations?
Intis people, in the "Hunter" category, should be nobles serving in the Intis military or government.
"No." Soult said oh and nodded slightly.
"No, it doesn't matter. After all, this is not Intis, and I don't like dealing with those rats in the gutter."
With a smile on his face, he scanned Klein's body up and down, stared at the long stick with shadows on its surface for a few seconds, and chuckled:
"You look very pleasing to the eye. There are few 'seers' who are so good at close combat. I thought they would only hide behind others in this sequence."
"How did you come up with the idea of using the flame transfer at the end of the cards? It's a great idea."
Soult took the cigarette handed to him by the man in black who was standing nearby, and spit it out before he finished taking a puff. The milky white smoke sprayed into Klein's face.
Resisting the urge to sneeze, Klein's expression did not change. He just looked into those red eyes with neither humility nor arrogance and made no answer.
"That's right," Soult nodded belatedly and said to himself, "If you just tell others about your special skills casually, wouldn't you be a fool?"
After saying that, the demigod laughed without caring about his appearance, and the man in black standing beside him could not hide his smile. For a moment, the "hunter"'s ridicule occupied the entire bar.
"Okay, okay," Soult clapped his hands again. Although there was a trace of curvature at the corner of his mouth, there was no smile in his eyes.
He held the cigarette with his right hand and moved toward the door, shrugging unceremoniously.
"Kick away all the irrelevant people, John, and go find the boss and book the bar."
The man in black named John nodded, looked sideways in the direction of the bar, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and threw it over without looking at it. Immediately, the remaining men in black also started to move, and their palms burned again.
Flames started, threatening everyone huddled in the corner, and Klein was the focus of attention.
"Aren't you going to get out yet?"
The man in black, whose wrist had been removed by Klein just now, sneered and raised his palm, and the flames in his palm suddenly swelled.
Feeling that the "secret" gaze had been cast on him, Klein suddenly raised a smile. Holding his top hat, he bowed deeply to the demigod on the high-backed chair. His stern face smiled meaningfully, defying the surrounding or strange
Or with angry eyes, he walked out slowly.
...
"Surte has arrived."
Bernadette, who was at the desk, watched the servants who cleaned the cabin leave and tilted her head towards the window.
"I saw a self-righteous fool."
Medici's unreal figure appeared in front of the window, he looked away, smiled and shook his head.
"This is worse than deceiving a brat from the Sauron family. He is so stupid that I doubt whether his extraordinary characteristics can still be used."
"It's just a small conflict. Some unreasonable things will always happen where there are 'hunters'." Bernadette thought she was talking about what happened in the bar just now, so she didn't pay much attention.
"Little conflict?" Medici deliberately dragged out his voice and smiled quite happily.
She moved closer to Bernadette, ignoring the dangerous look in her eyes, and lowered her body.
"Little princess, if that idiot just could be a little more stupid, you might be able to prepare for your own promotion ceremony."
"He has no idea how lucky he is. To be honest, it is more than enough for ordinary people to protect this island from unforeseen disasters and complete your ritual."
"Small conflict, tut tut tut tut..."
Bernadette frowned and looked at the island again, with deep purple covering the blue in her eyes.
...
Outside the Flying Fish and Wine Bar.
On the deserted street, Klein suddenly slowed down and found an extra gold coin in his hand.
This gold coin keeps jumping on the fingertips, as if it is spying on something.
Suddenly, the "divineer" looked at the intersection of the street and an alley with his knife-like eyes, and closed his right hand tightly.
He just stared at the shadow at the corner and waited for more than a minute.
It wasn't until the gold coin on his fingertips completely stopped spinning and the front lay quietly in his hand that Klein took a step forward, twisted his wrist and a dark cane appeared, lifting up the invisible cloth covering the shadow by feeling.
brush.
The cane flew away the "shadow" neatly. Klein glanced at the black cloak hanging on the head of the cane, then looked at the man who was still struggling in a crouching position but with small movements, and grabbed the back of his neck.
This man is about thirty years old, with burnt yellow eyebrows, dark blue but bright eyes, and not too deep outlines. He is probably a generation of people from southern Intis, Lemberg, and Segar.
As the back of his neck was pulled by Klein, the man also got rid of the inexplicable stiffness of his joints before, unable to make any sounds or make any movements. He could only watch his thoughts stagnated and slowly wait for death. Without thinking too much, he
shouted:
"Stop!"
Klein ignored it and continued to drag the man deeper into the alley.
After shouting this, he seemed to realize that something was wrong. He covered his mouth and lowered his voice anxiously:
"I mean no harm, stop, stop!"
Seeing that Klein was still unmoved, the man finally used his ultimate trick.
"I am 'Fire' Daniz, the fourth boatswain of the 'Golden Dream', and a subordinate of 'Vice Admiral Iceberg' Edwina. If you offend me, our captain will definitely take revenge on you!"
Finally, Klein stopped moving.
He first observed the depth of the alley, and then looked at the man below him, his face still expressionless.
"That's right, our captain is not something you can afford to offend..."
Danitz sat on the ground, rubbing his neck that was strangled by his collar. He raised his head and saw that the adventurer's cold face slowly revealed a cruel smile.
"The 'Flame' with a bounty of 3,000 pounds?"
Shit, I met a madman!
Daniz made a move to get up, but before he could move his hands a few times, the dark cane was pressed against his throat.
For some reason, he always felt that what was pressed against his neck was not a round-headed cane, but a sharp knife, which could easily poke open his trachea in the next second.
"You...you have to think about it, our captain..." Daniz's hands and feet were cold and he tried to use his connections to make a last ditch effort.
"Are you a 'Hunter'?" Klein raised his chin slightly and said condescendingly.
"yes."
"'Hunter's Sequence 7?" Klein nodded slightly, but still did not relax his grip on the cane.
He judged the sequence of "Blaze" based on the price of the extraordinary characteristics.
"You were in the bar just now, and you want to take the North Wind too?" he asked again.
Daniz, who was half lying on the ground, had completely given up thinking at this time and just nodded numbly.
He found that he couldn't keep up with this guy who looked like a gentleman but was actually like a madman.
"Do you understand the higher-order abilities of the 'Hunter'?" Klein finally asked.
Daniz was just about to nod numbly, but suddenly, like a conditioned reflex, he remembered the captain's class, recalled the knowledge he had heard from a certain "hunter" in his mind, and hesitated for a moment.
"Know."
Know? Klein was a little surprised.
Combined with Compaore's attitude towards the man in black, the demigod is likely to board the ship, but I don't know much about the "Hunter" myself, and it will only be a matter of time before they discover the "Flame".
Extraordinary people will most likely choose to recycle extraordinary characteristics...
And I also need a sea guide... Klein glanced at the gold coin in his palm, gently tossed it up, and said silently:
"Daniz didn't commit many crimes."
Bang, the gold coin didn’t turn over.
Between herding and gathering, Klein chose the latter.
Suddenly, Klein let go of the cane that was pressed against Daniz's neck, leaned over and pulled off a strand of his hair, and ordered in a commanding tone:
"I'll give you ten minutes to pack your luggage, and then come back here and wait for me."