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Chapter 17 Warning

Francesco sighed and said: "When I was working as a bartender on another ship in the first half of the year, I met pirates. They mingled with the passengers. There were more than ten people. They took control of the engine room and boiler room from the beginning and fought them off.

The crew counterattacked and waited until the pirate ship approached.

"Thanks to the Mother Goddess, they are just searching for property from cabin to cabin. As long as they don't resist, they will not be harmed. Of course, beautiful ladies and men are not included in this range. You can't expect the pirates to have a high moral level."

Lumian took a sip of the mint-flavored absinthe and smiled slightly: "Aren't they worried that there are people like the great adventurer Gehrman Sparrow among the passengers on the boat? Meeting such a strong man

When they don’t want to hand over the money, will they just grab it?”

Francesco was a little stunned by Lumian's question.

After a while, he replied: "Being a pirate always involves higher risks, doesn't it?"

"It makes sense." Lumian nodded in agreement.

Francesco continued: "Nowadays, many merchant ships will hire retired navy, maritime adventurers, and professional mercenaries to provide protection. They are all very powerful and can deal with disturbances on the ship, and they will also make pirates wary.

Room for negotiation."

"Such a thing happened to a merchant ship before. The pirates had the advantage and controlled the ship, but they felt that taking down a team of sailors led by a few adventurers would cost them a lot of casualties. They didn't attack the defense line by force, but just negotiated and took it.

After paying a protection fee, we evacuated without taking any goods or searching the cabin."

Lumian laughed when he heard this: "If I were a pirate, I would set up a security company in Gati Port to provide mercenaries who are familiar with maritime conditions. If they are willing to hire, I will earn a labor fee. If they are not willing to hire, I will directly hire them.

If you start robbing, no matter what, you will always make money."

Francesco looked at the man in his twenties with black hair and green eyes in shock, and muttered: "You are not an undercover pirate, are you? And the maritime power is chaotic, can you protect the people who hired you?

Will people not be robbed by other pirates?"

"Hey, that's why I've always disliked the sea. It gives me a greater sense of security to have my feet on the ground."

"Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"

A pure Feneboutian who believes in the "Earth Mother Goddess"... Lumian asked funnyly: "If you don't like the sea, why do you still work as a bartender on the ship?"

Francesco's expression gradually became more wonderful: "Don't you think it's romantic to have such an independent kingdom floating on the sea and having difficulty contacting the outside world? When you meet a beautiful lady here, you will feel that the whole world is just

The two of you are left with only each other to rely on."

Is your ultimate goal to find an affair? Sometimes Lumian really can't understand the Fenebauders and the Trier people who are similar to them.

At this time, Francesco pointed to a round table: "That is Philip, the security director of the Bird. He claimed to be a retired officer of the Misty Sea Fleet. He destroyed many pirate ships with cannons and grabbed many backs with his own hands.

A pirate with a wanted warrant."

Lumian followed Francesco's fingers and looked at the hall illuminated by many kerosene chandeliers.

At the round table on the side, there are a group of men and women surrounding. Surrounded by them is a middle-aged man with short light blond hair, light blue eyes, and a face with weather marks. He looks neither serious nor deep.

.

This man named Philip was wearing a dark blue and white woolen crew uniform, holding a glass of renzi, and said in an obvious showoff tone: "I met the 'Queen of Disease' Tracy when I was serving on the St. Martin.

At that time, she was just 'Lieutenant General of Disease', tsk tsk, she is indeed the most beautiful woman in the five seas."

"Let me tell you, if you really encounter big pirates, don't worry. I know them all and have some friendship. We can at least negotiate..."

"Haha, don't ask why a naval officer has friendship with a big pirate. You don't understand many things at sea, and it's best not to understand..."

The men and women surrounding Philip listened attentively, and from time to time they praised the other person for knowing some important person or for some wonderful adventure story he told.

At some point, Philip's left hand had wrapped around a girl's waist, but the girl didn't try to get rid of him, but instead looked shy.

Lumian withdrew his gaze and asked the bartender Francesco: "Does he really know so many great pirates?"

"Is he really a retired officer of the Misty Sea Fleet?"

Francesco had just finished cleaning a cup, spread his hands and said, "Who knows?"

"But since he became the security director of the Bird, we have never encountered pirate robbery in the five times we went to sea in the past few months. I don't know if it's just luck, or if he really knows a lot of pirates and can recognize them at a glance.

We found out who were lurkers and warned them in advance.”

On the five seas where pirates are infested, the probability of not encountering pirates on five consecutive long-distance voyages is not high.

Lumian turned sideways again and looked at Philip, whose face was rough and red, with many signs of weathering.

He couldn't tell whether this person was an Extraordinary, let alone which order he might belong to. He could only judge from the physical details that the person had indeed been at sea all year round.

Lumian concentrated on briefly observing Philip's fortune.

It's a little bloody.

There is a possibility of fighting and injuries in the future, but it will not endanger his life... Lumian frowned slightly, drank up the absinthe in his hand, and ordered another glass of Rienzi.

Not long after, Philip left the bar with a rosy face and the girl he had around her waist.

Lumian secretly "tsk", shook his head and said: "You Intis people."

After a while, strong rhythmic music sounded in the bar, and many guests stood up, rushed to the open space in the middle, and danced the twisting dance.

Lumian was holding a strong drink and his body was gently swaying to the rhythm, as if he was immersed in such an atmosphere.

Ever since he discovered that those evil gods were plotting big things, he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

Now that the hotel plan is a thing of the past, the hunt for the core members of the "April Fool's Day" will have to wait until they arrive in Santa Puerto.

This is a rare vacation time.

After guessing that Ludwig should have his second late-night snack, Lumian put down his cup and left the bar on the deck.

Walking along the deserted stairs, listening to the whistling sea breeze, and returning to the first class cabin, Lumian suddenly whispered: "Termipolos, is there any way to identify the Beyonders on the ship and the passengers disguised as pirates?

?I want to go to the door one by one and warn them one by one to make them calm down and not affect my enjoyment of the journey."

If there are really those who are unwilling to listen to the warning, "007" can help collect the bounty, and the extraordinary characteristics they extract can also be exchanged for money!

The majestic and cascading voice of Thermipolos echoed in Lumian's ears: "There will be no solution until you become a demigod of destiny, or if you find another way."

Without waiting for Lumian to respond, the sealed angel added: "With the residual aura of Alistair Tudor and being slightly contaminated by '0-01', if you really want to warn those people, it will be a big mistake."

Probability leads to disaster.”

You mean, I am the biggest disaster, just take care of yourself? Lumian, who wanted to straighten out the dark world of the "Asuka" and ensure a pleasant journey, heard what Termipoulos meant and had no choice but to give up.

At this time, the "Asuka" had fallen into a deep sleep. Lumian walked on the solid floor and heard a slight creak and a faint cry.

Somewhere on the ship there seemed to be a woman crying sadly.

Lumian was no stranger to this kind of thing. When he first arrived at the Golden Rooster Hotel, he often heard Miss Ethan, the object of Charlie's admiration, crying like this.

"There are suffering people and sad people everywhere..." Lumian grew up under the influence of his sister, a writer, and occasionally has a side of a literary young man.

He shook his head and walked back to his first-class room No. 5.

Lugano had already slept in the servants' room, and Ludwig put on his pajamas, pajamas, and nightcap, waiting for his midnight snack.

Lumian sighed and began to take out the easy-to-preserve food from the "traveler's bag".

He was very happy that he had replenished his inventory again in Gati Port.

He roughly estimated that it would cost 100 felkin to feed Ludwig every day, which is almost 40,000 felkin a year. Lumian was still a little worried about this. Ludwig could eat it in two years.

Just all his current savings.

This made Lumian have to wonder if Baron Brignel breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Ludwig was really lost.

After putting away the food for the two midnight meals in advance, Lumian simply washed up and lay down on the bed in the master bedroom.

With the feeling of gentle shaking, his spirit gradually relaxed and he slowly fell asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, Lumian woke up on time, feeling refreshed.

All the food on the table had been cleared, and Ludwig and Lugano were still sleeping.

Lumian opened the window, breathed in the fresh air, and moved his body briefly.

It was almost seven o'clock when he heard the doorbell jingle.

I made an appointment for breakfast to be delivered at 8:30... Lumian opened the door and saw Philip, the security director of the "Asky Bird" with blond hair, blue eyes and a weathered face.

The middle-aged man who was laughing and joking in the bar last night had a serious face and said coldly: "I have confirmed that your identity certificate is fake."

How was it confirmed? Why did they specifically check our identity certificates? Lumian didn't think anything unusual happened after the three of them boarded the ship.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, frowned and asked: "You want to blackmail us?"

Philip looked at the living room and said seriously: "I don't want to know who you were before, and I don't want to care about what you will do in the future. I just ask you to be calm and honest on the 'Bird', and enjoy the journey. Don't do anything

Nothing excessive, otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude."

Really confirmed that we have a problem... How did this guy do it? He is really capable, not as frivolous and simple as he appears... Lumian responded calmly with an attitude of never admitting it: "I don't understand what you are saying

What are you talking about? Is there any misunderstanding between us?"

Phillip looked at him deeply for a few seconds: "Just understand what I mean."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the end of the aisle.


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