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Chapter 45: My job (Thanks to Mr. O of the Aurora Society for rewarding the Silver Alliance again)

Chapter 783: My job (Thanks to Mr. O of the Aurora Society for rewarding the Silver Alliance again)

When Lumian listened to the bartender talking about the grievances and grievances of the pirate generals, the pirates behind him were a little impatient.

They all longed for someone to step forward and take the lead in firing or drawing a knife at this arrogant adventurer, and then they and others would swarm him depending on the situation.

However, under the threat of those red to white fireballs, none of the pirates dared to cross the chair designated by Lumian.

They were all thinking that being so arrogant must have some strength, and the carnival bar was relatively low-grade and there were no big pirates. Now they could only hope that those who had just left could find powerful helpers.

Ten minutes later, a pirate who had left the carnival bar opened the heavy wooden door.

Behind him was a middle-aged man wearing a three-cornered hat and dark blue clothes.

The pirates in the bar immediately straightened their backs and held their breaths, and the noisy and lively atmosphere suddenly became quiet again.

One of them knew the middle-aged man and knew that he was the captain of the "Rosemary", "Flying Hardmark", one of the most famous pirates second only to the pirate generals, and among the five seas.

It has been active for more than ten years.

The pirate who pushed open the heavy wooden door showed a flattering smile, pointed at Lumian's back and said:

"Captain, that's the adventurer I'm talking about!

"How dare he provoke an entire bar of pirates in Panamo Harbor!"

Hardmark's hair was thicker and darker in color, and he was full of momentum in every move. He looked at Lumian's back for a few seconds, and then said after a moment of silence:

"How long has he maintained those fireballs?"

"I don't know. It was there when I left this bar, but maybe it wasn't maintained in the middle." The pirate who pushed open the heavy wooden door grabbed the young pirate sitting by the door, pointed at Lumian, and asked fiercely,

"How long does his fireball last?"

The young pirate was frightened and panicked. He quickly looked at the old clock on the wall and stammered:

"Quick, it's almost a quarter of an hour."

A quarter of an hour? "Flying Hardmark"'s eyelids twitched, and he suddenly showed an expression that reminded him of something important.

He then cursed his sailors:

"Did you forget that we have an important transaction at the dock?

"Asshole, are you only thinking about alcohol, women and face?"

"Flying Hardmark" cursed, turned around, and walked outside the carnival bar.

His sailor was scolded a little stupidly, but he followed instinctively.

Everything the captain said is right!

The silence in the carnival bar continued. At this time, Lumian drank the remaining Relenzi and stood up.

With a dozen or so red and almost white fireballs showing no signs of weakening, he once again glanced at the pirates in the bar.

The next second, he laughed, raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand, brought them to his mouth, and blew lightly.

It's like blowing away the gun smoke after killing all the pirates in the bar.

While the pirates' eyes and expressions changed, Lumian Shiran walked towards the door with his hands in his pockets, unusually leisurely.

One pirate after another subconsciously moved out of the way.

Some of them felt aggrieved, some grinded their teeth, and some comforted themselves, "It's not fear, it's just that those fireballs are too dazzling!"

Lumian didn't seem to be afraid of being attacked at all. He walked out of the carnival bar on the wide road vacated by the pirates, as if he was accepting their crowds and welcome.

…………

Late at night, in a room in an inconspicuous hotel in Port Panamo.

Lumian leaned back on the chair and said to Franka:

"You change your appearance, find a few people, and spread the news about an unknown adventurer provoking all pirates, saying that the adventurer thinks that pirates are all cowards, and there is no real strong man, so he can kill any pirate at will.

His head was trampled under his feet."

Franka's mouth twitched slightly and said:

"Are you fishing again?

"You are simply an expert in fishing..."

Lumian smiled:

"According to the intelligence collected so far, the Deep Sea Admiral doesn't like to appear in public because he has sea monster blood. Even if he arrives at Banamo Port, he will probably stay on his flagship Newnes.

If he wants women and delicious food, someone will naturally help him deliver them to the ship.

"In this case, we can only take the risk and sneak into the 'Newnes', which is an alchemy ship obtained from a certain ruins. We have no way of knowing whether there are powerful mechanisms and traps on it, and there must be many extraordinary people on board.

Pirates, as well as 'hunters', should try to avoid fighting on other people's home turf.

"I deliberately provoked the pirates in Panamo Port because I know that no pirate general is here. I am confident enough to solve other big pirates and famous big pirates. They should be able to figure this out quickly.

To expect pirates to work together as a team to solve me is too high a test of their trust in each other. Who is robbing but not robbing?

"I don't expect pirates to have a sense of collective honor, but they definitely have the desire to show their abilities, make their reputation more famous, and be praised and feared by many pirates. The pirates in Banamo Port are also waiting for a man who is confident enough.

To deal with my big pirates, at this time, the 'Newnes' has arrived, and the 'Deep Sea Admiral' has arrived. Guess what will happen?"

Jenna suddenly realized:

"If the Deep Sea Admiral leaves the Newnes and takes action personally, that will definitely be the best result. The battle will be at our preset home field. Even if the Deep Sea Admiral is not interested, his capable men

They will not be absent from this matter. They have the trump card of 'Admiral of the Deep Sea' to rely on. They will not be afraid of failure and will be more courageous to challenge than other well-known pirates. When the time comes, the extraordinary people on the 'Newnes' will

The numbers will be significantly lower and our opportunity will come."

"You're good at psychological analysis." Lumian complimented mockingly.

Jenna glanced at him:

"A good drama actor must be good at understanding people's hearts."

"And then perform for the 'audience'?" Lumian joked.

Anthony showed no additional expression changes.

Franka said "ha":

"What if any pirate king's fleet arrives before the Newins arrives?"

Lumian spread his hands and said:

"It has been said that the unknown adventurer is provoking the pirates in Panamo Port. The advantage of being unknown is that no one can find him if he disappears. Then he can change his face and appearance, and he can implement another plan."

"The 'conspirator' is really arrogant..." Franka muttered, "Then it's decided."

Lumian then said that if there was no other way, he could consider creating a big plague in Banamo Port, and emphasized that the prerequisite was to let the local natives drink anti-infection medicine in advance without being aware of it.

Franca was stunned when she heard this.

After a few seconds, she said:

"This has made you think... How about we cooperate to open a plague company? Okay, I'm just kidding. This has some feasibility, but nowadays, where are the vaccines, uh, medicines to prevent infection?"

"Normally, there is none, but we can turn to occult science." Lumian has already thought of possible directions. "Isn't this what the 'pharmacist' pathway does? As long as a certain number of infected people are handed over to them in advance, let them

By observing, thinking and experimenting, they should be able to prepare effective preventive or therapeutic medicines. There is no need to worry about not being able to find a 'pharmacist'. We have Fool Pharmaceutical Company and there will be no shortage of 'pharmacists'."

Lumian already knew from Ms. "Magician" that Fool Drug Company and the "Tarot Club" were inextricably linked.

Jian Na unconsciously calculated:

"A bottle of potion with mystical effects costs at least 100 felgins. There are probably tens of thousands of non-pirate residents in Banamo Port. We have to prepare at least 1 million felgins. We can't let the 'pharmacist' of Fool's Drug Company

They don’t charge for payment or materials, right?”

One million Firkin is not a small amount, and the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 5 are only about 200,000 Felkin.

"You can become a demigod for 1 million Ferkin. That's so worth it." Lumian suddenly laughed, "One million Ferkin is just a 'Deep Sea Admiral'. Even if he can't kill him, he can't kill him."

Those leaders under my command are also quite valuable."

Franka sighed and said:

"Now you really have a bit of Gehrman Sparrow's style. However, Gehrman Sparrow uses pirates as piggy banks and usually only attacks those with high bounties. But you want to make pirates

The group is wiped out!"

To really create such a great plague, tens of thousands of pirates would have to be affected.

Without waiting for Lumian to respond, Franka laughed at herself again:

"The 'Deep Sea Admiral' is also quite unlucky. He was sitting in his flagship, and before he did anything, he was inexplicably targeted by us."

Lumian laughed and said with awareness:

"There's nothing to lament. The job of a 'Hunter' is to create chaos and strife.

"And you, a 'witch', your job is to bring disaster and pain.

"Better give these to pirates than affect innocent people."

Franka was a little silent for a moment, and the same was true for Jenna.

…………

Ah sneeze!

In Panamo Harbor, Mason was sitting on the dock blowing the sea breeze with a bottle of rye beer when he suddenly sneezed.

He immediately thought of the messenger summoning ceremony he completed in the afternoon and the messenger that made him instinctively uneasy, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Isn't the sneeze just now the legendary spiritual warning?

"Am I really going to be the protagonist of some occult events, the fool who makes mistakes and attracts evil gods and demons?

"Could the ritual I performed really bring some kind of disaster to Panamo Harbor?

"Hidden dangers and problems have emerged and begun to quietly flow in the darkness of Panamo Port?"

Gulu, Mason took a big sip of beer and comforted himself that he was just scaring himself:

From this afternoon till now, there are no signs of disaster!

I haven’t heard of anything unusual happening!

It's just a matter of summoning a messenger, so there should be no problem!

PS: Thanks to Mr. O of the Aurora Club for rewarding the Silver Alliance again!

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