Chapter: 1216
Elland subconsciously wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but was stopped by his stern and sharp demeanor, so he could only straighten out his dark red coat and remind him, "Don't look for women here."
Klein nodded, picked up the cup containing Southwell beer, and took a sip.
"Also, don't trust anyone here, only a small part of what they say is true." Elland carried his own Lie Langqi and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor.
Klein glanced at him sideways, and asked with an unchanged expression, "Including you?"
"...Maybe." Elland was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, "At least my reminder just now is true, well, it's also true that I'm a man!"
That's not necessarily the case... There is a potion called "witch" in this "world"... Klein looked away, drinking slowly while listening to the bragging of the drinkers around him.
After two or three minutes, a short and thin man sat beside Klein with his own wine.
"Man, you look like an adventurer." He tilted his head slightly and smiled.
The man who greeted him had black hair and blue eyes, his facial features were old, and his temperament was quite wretched.
"You can say that." Klein responded coldly.
"It can be seen that you are a hunter, a hunter chasing bounty and wealth." The short man glanced left and right, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Have you heard of 'Empire of Ghosts'?"
I have heard of Amway, and I have also heard of the heavenly father and savior who are sealed under the sea... Klein used the ability of the "faceless man" to send out a signal not to approach me: "Yes, a huge, ancient Yes, a ghost ship full of treasure."
"We have clues about it!" The little man said in an infectious tone, "We found some information and know where it will appear next time! We don't want to cheapen pirates and navies, and we don't want to be robbed of wealth by others, so , decided to rent an armed merchant ship to wait in that sea area, which will cost about 1,000 pounds, I have already found 15 companions, and raised 720 pounds, are you interested in participating?"
Before Klein could speak, he fumbled and took out a stack of yellow-brown letters: "I know you won't believe it easily, in fact, no one will believe it, but the 15 friends in front, after reading these materials, decided to join our program.�
...I have a gullible face? Or, as long as outsiders, can't escape this kind of thing? Klein was considering whether to authenticate those letters, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Logan, the "Sea Eagle" who had been arguing with someone just now, walking over.
"Woody, you're lying again! You damn rat in the sewage!" Logan picked up the little man and threw him to the open space in the middle of the bar, where he fell on his back.
The strong man with the cyan tattoo on his head took advantage of the opportunity to sit where Woody was just now, and said with a bold smile: "I'm sorry, this is our mouse from Damir Port, and he always does things that damage our reputation.
"In fact, we are very friendly, if you want to inquire about anything, just ask me.
"Hehe, don't believe those guys' slander, I am an upright person, and have nothing to do with 'Admiral of Hell'!"
The more you emphasize it, the more suspicious it becomes... Klein thought for a while, his expression unchanged, and he said in a flat tone, "I want to know the latest rumors."
"No problem." "Sea Eagle" Logan patted the bar table and said to the bartender, "Here is a plate of special bacon, and I invite this guy to taste our most famous delicacy in Damir."
With the same indifferent face, the bartender opened the door and entered the kitchen at the back, and quickly brought out a plate of sliced ??bacon with distinct red and white textures.
"5 pounds." He didn't look at "Sea Eagle" Logan, but directly looked at Klein.
"5 pounds." "Sea Eagle" Logan turned his head sideways, smiled warmly, and raised his arms to show his muscles, "Everyone heard it just now, you want to treat me to special bacon in order to thank me. "
Klein didn't realize what happened to him for a moment, and he didn't realize that he had been blackmailed until the bartender urged him a second time, and the other party's routine was quite deep.
First use an easy-to-see-through trick to let "Sea Eagle" Logan appear on the stage, successfully gaining the target's favor, then ordering an expensive special cured meat as a treat, and finally turning his back on him, turning black and white, and forced to buy Strong selling... No wonder none of the drunks booed when "Mouse" Woody was thrown out... They were all afraid of Logan, who was said to be serving the "Admiral of Hell"... How should we deal with it? My current character is Gehrman Sparrow, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter... Klein picked up his glass, took a sip of the beer with a strong wheat aroma, and asked in his usual tone: "Why not?" Grab directly?"
"Why not grab it directly?" Logan was a little stunned when asked.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger.
Boom!
Klein swung his fist with his left hand and hit "Sea Eagle" Logan on the jaw. JrNovels.com
Klein nodded, picked up the cup containing Southwell beer, and took a sip.
"Also, don't trust anyone here, only a small part of what they say is true." Elland carried his own Lie Langqi and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor.
Klein glanced at him sideways, and asked with an unchanged expression, "Including you?"
"...Maybe." Elland was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, "At least my reminder just now is true, well, it's also true that I'm a man!"
That's not necessarily the case... There is a potion called "witch" in this "world"... Klein looked away, drinking slowly while listening to the bragging of the drinkers around him.
After two or three minutes, a short and thin man sat beside Klein with his own wine.
"Man, you look like an adventurer." He tilted his head slightly and smiled.
The man who greeted him had black hair and blue eyes, his facial features were old, and his temperament was quite wretched.
"You can say that." Klein responded coldly.
"It can be seen that you are a hunter, a hunter chasing bounty and wealth." The short man glanced left and right, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Have you heard of 'Empire of Ghosts'?"
I have heard of Amway, and I have also heard of the heavenly father and savior who are sealed under the sea... Klein used the ability of the "faceless man" to send out a signal not to approach me: "Yes, a huge, ancient Yes, a ghost ship full of treasure."
"We have clues about it!" The little man said in an infectious tone, "We found some information and know where it will appear next time! We don't want to cheapen pirates and navies, and we don't want to be robbed of wealth by others, so , decided to rent an armed merchant ship to wait in that sea area, which will cost about 1,000 pounds, I have already found 15 companions, and raised 720 pounds, are you interested in participating?"
Before Klein could speak, he fumbled and took out a stack of yellow-brown letters: "I know you won't believe it easily, in fact, no one will believe it, but the 15 friends in front, after reading these materials, decided to join our program.�
...I have a gullible face? Or, as long as outsiders, can't escape this kind of thing? Klein was considering whether to authenticate those letters, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Logan, the "Sea Eagle" who had been arguing with someone just now, walking over.
"Woody, you're lying again! You damn rat in the sewage!" Logan picked up the little man and threw him to the open space in the middle of the bar, where he fell on his back.
The strong man with the cyan tattoo on his head took advantage of the opportunity to sit where Woody was just now, and said with a bold smile: "I'm sorry, this is our mouse from Damir Port, and he always does things that damage our reputation.
"In fact, we are very friendly, if you want to inquire about anything, just ask me.
"Hehe, don't believe those guys' slander, I am an upright person, and have nothing to do with 'Admiral of Hell'!"
The more you emphasize it, the more suspicious it becomes... Klein thought for a while, his expression unchanged, and he said in a flat tone, "I want to know the latest rumors."
"No problem." "Sea Eagle" Logan patted the bar table and said to the bartender, "Here is a plate of special bacon, and I invite this guy to taste our most famous delicacy in Damir."
With the same indifferent face, the bartender opened the door and entered the kitchen at the back, and quickly brought out a plate of sliced ??bacon with distinct red and white textures.
"5 pounds." He didn't look at "Sea Eagle" Logan, but directly looked at Klein.
"5 pounds." "Sea Eagle" Logan turned his head sideways, smiled warmly, and raised his arms to show his muscles, "Everyone heard it just now, you want to treat me to special bacon in order to thank me. "
Klein didn't realize what happened to him for a moment, and he didn't realize that he had been blackmailed until the bartender urged him a second time, and the other party's routine was quite deep.
First use an easy-to-see-through trick to let "Sea Eagle" Logan appear on the stage, successfully gaining the target's favor, then ordering an expensive special cured meat as a treat, and finally turning his back on him, turning black and white, and forced to buy Strong selling... No wonder none of the drunks booed when "Mouse" Woody was thrown out... They were all afraid of Logan, who was said to be serving the "Admiral of Hell"... How should we deal with it? My current character is Gehrman Sparrow, a slightly crazy adventurer and bounty hunter... Klein picked up his glass, took a sip of the beer with a strong wheat aroma, and asked in his usual tone: "Why not?" Grab directly?"
"Why not grab it directly?" Logan was a little stunned when asked.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger.
Boom!
Klein swung his fist with his left hand and hit "Sea Eagle" Logan on the jaw. JrNovels.com
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