Chapter: 1215
Emlyn's father pulled down the collar of his thick cotton pajamas, thought for a while and said, "Wimmandy, he always thinks he's a historian."
Emlyn secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I hope to visit him."
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Woo!
The whistle sounded, and the White Agate sailed into Damir Port.
It will restock with fresh water and food at the colony island and set sail again the next morning.
After hunting the murlocs, Klein spent two days in a leisurely or boring life. He was completely bored with the sea scenery. He decided to visit the port bar tonight, hoping to get more information about the mermaids. Play as inspiration.
If any pirate with bloody hands goes ashore, I will not hesitate to teach him a lesson. There are spirits waiting to be released in "Squirming Hunger"... Klein put all the magical items on his body, and left the cabin with sweat on his forehead , down to the port.
During this process, he met Donna, Cleves and others. They seemed to be going to the port restaurant to taste Damir's most famous cured meat.
While their parents weren't paying attention, Donna and Denton greeted the adventurer uncle they met last night, seeming curious about where he was going.
Klein smiled back, pulled up his neckline, and followed the signs to find the nearest bar.
"Flying fish and wine..." Klein glanced at the signboard, and found that there were various reward orders pasted outside the door of the bar.
There are 800,000 pounds belonging to the "King of the Five Seas" and hundreds of pounds of ordinary pirate leaders. From heights to ground, there are layers upon layers, forming a unique scenery.
"It's all money..." Klein stopped on the spot and looked at it for a while.
Withdrawing his gaze, he opened the door and entered the bar, and found that it was abnormally quiet inside, without the necessary noise for such an occasion.
what's going on? Klein looked around and saw Captain Ireland in a dark red coat sitting at the bar, and saw two strong men confronting each other in the center.
The confrontational burly man was wearing a blue and white striped shirt unique to the navy, and his arms were still bare in the cold weather near zero.
He held a dagger in his hand and pressed it against the throat of the man opposite, but he was pointed right between his eyebrows by an old handgun that could enter a museum.
The owner of the pistol is also a strong man over 1.8 meters tall with muscular muscles and a shiny face. He has shaved off his hair and has sea eagle tattoos on his face. He cursed, "Shit navy!
"No one in Port Damir dares to slander me as a pirate's informant!"
The navy scolded him without showing any weakness, and the two sides showed off the rich swear words at sea.
Klein watched for a few seconds, walked around the edge, and came to Captain Elland, who was wearing a straight sword at his waist and hiding a pistol, and asked calmly and casually, "What happened?"
"The quarrel between two drunkards, in the port of Damir, in the surrounding waters, there have always been such rumors that the 'Sea Eagle' Logan served the owner of the 'Black Tulip'. The navy just mentioned this, but it happened to be 'Sea Eagle' met."
The owner of the "Black Tulip"? Isn't it "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell? Klein turned around and sat on the high chair in front of the bar, tapped the wooden countertop: "A glass of Southwell beer."
"6 pence." The bartender with bronze complexion and white teeth said without enthusiasm as he wiped his glass.
In terms of land specialties, the price is much higher than that of Backlund and Tingen... Klein took out a handful of copper coins and counted 6 pence to the other party.
At this time, the conflict between Logan and the navy was stopped by the guards of the bar. They each said harsh words and retreated to different corners.
Maybe it was due to the loss of face, the navy left in a hurry after ten seconds, and the atmosphere in the bar became lively again.
"Want to play cards?" Captain Elland pointed to the stairs on the side of the bar.
"No." Klein's main purpose was to collect information. JrNovels.com
Emlyn secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I hope to visit him."
����
Woo!
The whistle sounded, and the White Agate sailed into Damir Port.
It will restock with fresh water and food at the colony island and set sail again the next morning.
After hunting the murlocs, Klein spent two days in a leisurely or boring life. He was completely bored with the sea scenery. He decided to visit the port bar tonight, hoping to get more information about the mermaids. Play as inspiration.
If any pirate with bloody hands goes ashore, I will not hesitate to teach him a lesson. There are spirits waiting to be released in "Squirming Hunger"... Klein put all the magical items on his body, and left the cabin with sweat on his forehead , down to the port.
During this process, he met Donna, Cleves and others. They seemed to be going to the port restaurant to taste Damir's most famous cured meat.
While their parents weren't paying attention, Donna and Denton greeted the adventurer uncle they met last night, seeming curious about where he was going.
Klein smiled back, pulled up his neckline, and followed the signs to find the nearest bar.
"Flying fish and wine..." Klein glanced at the signboard, and found that there were various reward orders pasted outside the door of the bar.
There are 800,000 pounds belonging to the "King of the Five Seas" and hundreds of pounds of ordinary pirate leaders. From heights to ground, there are layers upon layers, forming a unique scenery.
"It's all money..." Klein stopped on the spot and looked at it for a while.
Withdrawing his gaze, he opened the door and entered the bar, and found that it was abnormally quiet inside, without the necessary noise for such an occasion.
what's going on? Klein looked around and saw Captain Ireland in a dark red coat sitting at the bar, and saw two strong men confronting each other in the center.
The confrontational burly man was wearing a blue and white striped shirt unique to the navy, and his arms were still bare in the cold weather near zero.
He held a dagger in his hand and pressed it against the throat of the man opposite, but he was pointed right between his eyebrows by an old handgun that could enter a museum.
The owner of the pistol is also a strong man over 1.8 meters tall with muscular muscles and a shiny face. He has shaved off his hair and has sea eagle tattoos on his face. He cursed, "Shit navy!
"No one in Port Damir dares to slander me as a pirate's informant!"
The navy scolded him without showing any weakness, and the two sides showed off the rich swear words at sea.
Klein watched for a few seconds, walked around the edge, and came to Captain Elland, who was wearing a straight sword at his waist and hiding a pistol, and asked calmly and casually, "What happened?"
"The quarrel between two drunkards, in the port of Damir, in the surrounding waters, there have always been such rumors that the 'Sea Eagle' Logan served the owner of the 'Black Tulip'. The navy just mentioned this, but it happened to be 'Sea Eagle' met."
The owner of the "Black Tulip"? Isn't it "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell? Klein turned around and sat on the high chair in front of the bar, tapped the wooden countertop: "A glass of Southwell beer."
"6 pence." The bartender with bronze complexion and white teeth said without enthusiasm as he wiped his glass.
In terms of land specialties, the price is much higher than that of Backlund and Tingen... Klein took out a handful of copper coins and counted 6 pence to the other party.
At this time, the conflict between Logan and the navy was stopped by the guards of the bar. They each said harsh words and retreated to different corners.
Maybe it was due to the loss of face, the navy left in a hurry after ten seconds, and the atmosphere in the bar became lively again.
"Want to play cards?" Captain Elland pointed to the stairs on the side of the bar.
"No." Klein's main purpose was to collect information. JrNovels.com
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