Iron Anchor Bar, No. 112, Yinjing Street, Dockside District.
Rolls, dressed in a sailor's outfit, with a thick beard around his mouth and his face turned bronze, stood in front of the bar. This outfit was used by the predecessor to meet Ken List. Every time he came here to see him, the predecessor
They will first go to a nearby rented house to change.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the bar, before walking in, the noise and shouts were already hitting his face. The sour smell of low-quality alcohol and sweat mixed together, making Rawls frown.
It's noon now, and there are dockworkers in the bar who are taking advantage of their lunch break to have a drink, as well as some bar hustlers, who are doing nothing here every day. It's not that they can't find work, there are a large number of ships coming in and out of Backlund's dock area every day.
, all major shipyards are recruiting dock workers, but they are far less enjoyable than drinking a glass of low-quality beer.
Rolls tried not to sound reasonable and strode to the bar, where a bartender was cleaning glasses.
When he walked to the bar, Rawls knocked on the bar cabinet. The bartender looked up at him while wiping the glass, and then said in surprise:
"Jeffrey? You haven't been here for a long time? Is the boat racing over?"
"Yes, it's over. Let's have a glass of Southwell beer."
Rawls responded with a smile. His current identity is Jeffrey Lister, the distant nephew of Ken Lister, the owner of the Iron Anchor Bar. He is a sailor who has been sailing for many years and can return to Backlund once a month.
Bartender Hank joked with a smile;
"I know, if you only drink Southwell beer when you come back, all the money you make will belong to Ken!"
"If you can convince my boss that the barrels on his ship will not contain rye, but only Southwell beer, then I will definitely not drink Southwell beer when I come back."
This is the "personality" created by the predecessor for this identity, a sailor who got tired of drinking rye on the ship and only drank Southwell beer on the shore.
The bartender Hank put the wine glass aside and poured Rolls a glass of Southwell beer.
"Southwell beer is four times the price of rye. Any boss who dares to do this will die."
On ships, fresh water is extremely precious and highly perishable. Pirates and sailors use beer instead of fresh water, but it is often inferior beer. Otherwise, no boss can stand it if you drink beer the same way you drink water.
The beer and red wine of South Wales in the Loen Kingdom are very famous and are loved by many big shots. The price is also extremely expensive. A glass of South Wales beer costs 4 pence, while a glass of rye only costs 1 pence. A barrel of it costs just 1 pence.
The difference can be more than ten souli.
After chatting with the bartender Hank for a while, and finishing his glass of Southwell beer, Rawls walked around the bar and walked behind the bar. The bar owner, his uncle Ken List, lived in the warehouse behind the bar.
beside.
Pushing open the door and going in, a strong, bald man with a beard was already waiting there. His white shirt was stretched out by his muscles as if it was about to burst.
He saw Rawls come in, closed the door, frowned and asked:
"Talk to Hank again?"
"certainly."
Rawls replied with a smile, and then sat on the chair opposite Ken.
"is it necessary?"
"Please, 'Uncle Ken'." Rawls shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of strangling himself. "If someone knows what we have done, we will be hanged."
"Then your beard is also required?"
"Of course, we are relatives, even though we are far apart."
Rawls pointed at Ken's beard with an exaggerated expression.
Ken touched his beard and said angrily:
"Do you have information about the ironclad ship? Master Mustang yesterday..."
"Shhh"
Rawls put his index finger in front of his mouth and made a quiet gesture:
"We have already said that what we do is to sacrifice our lives, why are you so loud?"
Ken let out a breath. He really suspected that Rawls was a top drama or opera singer. His movements were exaggerated, but every detail was done very well, letting everyone in the bar know that he had a nephew who was a sailor.
"What exactly are you looking for me for?"
If Rawls knew what Ken was thinking, he would definitely agree with him deeply. Every top barrister is a top actor in court.
"I want to enter some circles of extraordinary people. Master Mustang said you can help me."
He also called Burne Mustang Master Mustang in front of Ken, never revealing the close relationship between the two.
"Why are you looking for those people? No matter how good your acting skills are, you will never be able to fake it in the eyes of those people."
Ken List didn't know that Rawls was an extraordinary person, and he didn't even know Rawls's specific identity.
Not everyone is an "audience", and I don't have to pretend to be in front of them. I am an extraordinary person myself.
Rawls touched his beard and asked seriously:
"Just tell me how to get in."
When Ken saw Rawls touching his beard, he became angry and refused to look at Rawls at all:
"I do know a circle of extraordinary people, but I can't guarantee that you will get in, but you can hire them."
"How to participate?"
Ken took a deep look at Rawls. He felt that Rawls was already an extraordinary person. Was it bestowed upon him by Master Mustang?
"On the afternoon of the 2nd, you come to the bar and I'll tell you if it's okay."
"good."
After Rawls agreed, he looked at Ken with a smile and asked:
"Every time I see you, why are you always behind the bar?"
"I'm the boss, not the bartender!" Ken glanced at Rawls, "Hank and the others are enough."
"Don't bar owners need to entertain customers?"
“Dockside pubs never worry about a lack of customers.”
Rawls shrugged and changed the question:
"Since you know extraordinary people, why don't you try to become an extraordinary person?"
After listening to Rawls' words, Ken's face turned pale instantly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his bald head, and his voice became very astringent, as if it was squeezed out:
"Fear!"
…
Rawls returned to the bar, ordered another glass of Southwell beer, and then chatted with the bartender Hank.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Rawls pretended to be drunk and staggered out of the bar amidst Hank's ridicule.
Pretending to be drunk, Rawls returned to the small rented house, washed his face, changed out of his sailor uniform, put on his windbreaker again, and put on his soft felt hat. Unfortunately, there was no bathroom, otherwise the smell of alcohol would have been on his body.
It can dissipate more, but it is even less safe if there is a bathroom.
Rawls chuckled secretly, lowered his soft felt hat, raised the collar of his windbreaker, and walked out of the room.
When he reached the end of Silver Mirror Street, Fitch was already waiting for him there.
Rawls didn't say hello to him, and got directly into the carriage with his head lowered.