Chapter 11 The Story of Su Sheng in the Tavern (1)
In the Shewan Tavern, the melodious sound of the piano and the cheerful atmosphere echoed among all the guests who came for night drinks.
In King's Port, drinking night drinks is a tradition for sailors. These people often go to sea during the day and come back at night.
The habits of sailors have given rise to a unique night economy in the Port of Kings harbor area. Many shops here are closed during the day and open at night, and the money earned is the coins in the pockets of the sailors who have just exchanged their lives for money.
In addition to the Snake Bay Tavern, several other "taverns" on Third Avenue are also very popular. As for the services provided there, I believe it goes without saying.
But in the Snake Bay Tavern, the owner of the tavern, the mysterious and legendary captain of the sea-hunting ship, does not allow it, so the drinkers who come here to drink are purely here to drink. If you want to find other fun, please go out and turn right.
, those taverns on Third Avenue can satisfy all your needs.
At this moment, inside the tavern, the bard playing the harp had already become one with the surrounding sailors. He changed to another instrument, a small harp called a "fishbone harp".
The former harpsichord.
This kind of piano was originally invented by sailors at sea and was specially used to boost morale during long sea journeys.
Therefore, its sound is high-pitched and melodious, with a unique bay style. It is an instrument that is very popular and recognized by people who go to sea all year round.
Accompanied by the melodious music of the fishbone piano, Cherki, who was sitting at the bar, ended his second story. This story also made Xue Hua realize that what the old man told was probably not a fiction, at least this one.
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Because Xue Hua could relate to the experiences that old Cherki just mentioned.
In the Battle of Kurast Harbor that just ended, the piles of corpses everywhere in the harbor city, the black-robed hell cultists and their evil sacrificial rituals were still clearly left in Xue Hua's memory.
He believed that it would be impossible for an ordinary old man who had been living with the sea all year round and had never seen what a real demon monster looked like in his life to make up a story so similar to the rituals of hell cultists.
In other words, there have been hell cultists in King's Port and they have successfully held at least one sacrificial ceremony with unknown purpose. And based on what Cherki saw, it is speculated that there may be some members of the professional army in King's Port.
It has also been infiltrated by the forces of hell through unknown means.
However, according to Cherki, the things he saw were already a few years ago, and there has been nothing related to the demon invasion in King's Port until recently, so it is possible that the demon's plan has been blocked by the city.
professionals destroyed it.
Otherwise, the demons and hell cultists here should also follow suit when the hated demon Mephisto launches his serial plan, causing destruction and chaos in King's Port and preventing them from providing material reinforcements to Lugoin and the Rainforest battlefield.
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All in all, no matter what, the story just now really raised the credibility of Cherki's words to a new level in Xue Hua's heart. He immediately ordered the supervisory king insect and the shadow bugs lurking in the city to go to what Cherki just said.
Investigate the two story locations to see if you can find something that old Cherki, an ordinary person, cannot see.
At the same time, Xue Hua continued to sit at the bar of the tavern, tapping the table lightly to ask the bartender to fill up the drinks. At the same time, he also ordered two side dishes of fried swordfin fish and fried fear shark steak, while continuing
Urging Cherki to tell his next story.
"Young man, do you really like listening to these weird things? This is not what a decent person of your age should do..."
Cherki directly reached out and grabbed a piece of fried and fragrant swordfin fish and stuffed it into his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and greedily licked the oil on his hand. He turned to look at Xue Hua and asked with some confusion.
Pan-fried arrowfin fish and deep-fried shark steak are the signature techniques of the chef at the Snake Bay Tavern. Each dish costs one silver sail coin, which is equivalent to the price of fifty glasses of bitter algae wine.
Even an old sea visitor like Xiang Cherki, who has relatively little savings, is reluctant to eat it several times a year.
The young man in front of him actually ordered one dish at a time just to listen to his story. He had never seen such sincerity in wanting to listen to the story.
"I told you that I am a traveling businessman. What I like to do most after doing business is listening to stories and collecting stories. This is my hobby, and that's all I have."
Xue Hua laughed, lowered his head, cut off a piece of meat from the shark steak with a knife and fork, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Well, the fried one is a bit old, far inferior to the craftsmanship of my own Feniya, but it's still passable.
"Ha! Since you like listening to stories so much, then I will continue to satisfy you. For the sake of your warm reception, my old bones will have to suffer for once."
Cherki grabbed the wine glass and took a sip, while giving Xue Hua a meaningful look.
Although he is not a big shot, he has been wandering on the sea for so many years, and he has seen a lot of human nature.
At this time, his intuition told him that the motivation of the young and shameless traveling businessman in front of him to hear about the things he had experienced was by no means as simple as what he himself said.
But...what the heck?
He is willing to listen, and I am willing to speak, and there is food and drink to satisfy both of us. What's wrong with this?
Although recalling those things does make people feel uncomfortable going through them all over again, but that's it, and it won't lose a piece of flesh?
So, Cherki drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and then started to tell Xue Hua the third story before the bartender helped him refill his glass.
"The thing I'm going to talk about now happened not long ago, well, about... hiss... less than half a month ago. This thing may sound incredible at first, and sometimes even
Even I would wonder if I am old-sighted or drunk, but in terms of the degree of weirdness, the two previous things cannot compare with it."
The old man reached out and grabbed a swordfin fish from the plate, but instead of stuffing it into his mouth, he raised it in front of Xue Hua.
"Before I encountered that terrible shipwreck, I was the first mate and harpooner on a sea-hunting ship. The sea-hunting ship was very profitable at that time. We had made up for a lot of big fish and fished them out.
Many little ones like this little one in my hands.
At that time, there was a net caster on our boat named Dann. This guy was an expert at catching small fish.
Every time we sail back from the open sea, if we don't catch enough big fish, the captain will ask Dan to cast a net to catch some small fish before returning to port to supplement some income.
Hey, this guy’s catchphrase at the time was ‘If there aren’t enough big fish, small fish will come in’!”
After Cherki said this, he stuffed the whole fish into his mouth, making a crunching sound even with the skin and bones.
"When the shipwreck happened, Dann rested in the inner cabin of the ship because he didn't need fishing nets. As a result, when the damn giant dragon broke the keel of our ship, the entire inner cabin suddenly crashed into the sea.
In that case, there should be no way for the people in the inner cabin to escape, especially since there are a large number of scavenging fish surrounding our boat.
So after I and a few other old guys came ashore, we all thought that Dan and the other guys in the inner cabin were dead..."
At this point, old Cherki fell silent, and it was not until a few minutes later that he spoke an astonishing statement.
"We've always thought they were dead, and we've thought that for decades, and I think I might still think that if I hadn't happened to see Dan in the alley next to the Second Avenue fish market that day.
