Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 174 Pirate Daily Life
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Provocation is like breathing to a hunter. If you can't afford it, don't be a hunter. Hearing this, Medici smiled with an ambiguous meaning, and did not comment on this mild sarcasm, "Is this the only superficial sarcasm you can make?"

A mouth opened on the left side of His face:

"You are from the Soran family. I can feel the connection between you and me."

"The extraordinary characteristics in you also come from the Soran family. Why are you dissatisfied with the family?"

Treanor's eyes drifted toward the ceiling (a little movement he had always made when he didn't want to answer a question since he was a child), and then he looked at the mouth on Medici's left cheek, feeling that the question in his heart had finally been answered.

So it was "Soren Einhorn Medici"... It was just the names of three angels put together because of the fusion of spiritual imprints. It was common for angel families to let descendants inherit the characteristics of their ancestors. This was a precious legacy. If there was a certain degree of fusion with the ancestors, sometimes they would be respected even more - "You are very similar to a great predecessor" is not a compliment?

However, it turns out that the Red Angel mainly appears in the form of Medici. I was mentally prepared to see a Chimera or a strange creature with three heads and three upper bodies...

And the main spirit is Medici, so just assume that He is Medici.

"Greetings, Ancestor."

Treanor bowed slightly again and said very naturally:

"My mother married an outsider, so I have the blood of the Soran family. But in essence, I am an outsider who was given a surname."

"The relationship between me and my family is very ordinary. All my close family members have died in the previous rebellion. Ancestor, you can delete me from the genealogy of the Soran family in your heart."

I would rather maintain a family relationship with my father than a family - he didn't say this.

"You kid..."

After saying this, he looked at Medici who was watching the show and put the briefcase in his hand on the table:

"The personnel transfer and preparations need to be sorted out. Your Highness the Red Angel, if you have no other comments, then I will start working."

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Gilchies kicked the corpse away at his feet and used a knife to untie the ropes that bound the secret compartment. He kicked the secret door open, and a hot, smelly odor immediately hit his face.

A look of joy appeared on his face, and he laughed loudly:
"It's a slave ship!"

"We just need to replenish some shells and building materials. Praise the Death Signal!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly took a breath, glanced at Agaritu who was looking into the distance from the top of the deck, and said fearfully: "Praise the Undead King."

The pirates were eager to take a look at the spoils on the ship. After mumbling a few words of praise, they rushed to all parts of the slave ship, trying to find a few wallets or some precious metals from corners and the bodies of the crew members.

They stole necklaces, cut off fingers and took away rings, and even broke out the gold teeth in the mouths of corpses.

"Hey, the third upper tooth is gold, the skin is red, and it is a feature of the southern continent. Is this Barron?"

The first mate leaned over and knocked out all the teeth of the corpse with one punch, then threw the only gold tooth into the basin to wash with other objects. After confirming the identity of the corpse, he cut off Barron's head with a dagger. The notorious slave trader Barron was rewarded by secret organizations in the southern continent. The Rose School and the Spiritual Church generously offered a reward of 2,000 pounds, and the bounty of several churches in the southern continent added up to more than 5,000 pounds.

Just find someone to claim the reward and then kill him afterwards.

It is said that Barron is in collusion with the Northern Continent, and the Spiritual Cult and the Rose School have increased their rewards by 200 each.

"I actually ran into him! I'm really lucky today!"

The total amount was more than 8,000 pounds. The "Death's Oath" had no need for money, so the pirates began to pray in their hearts that the captain would give them some money. Even if it was only 10%, it would be enough for everyone to live a life of luxury for two or three days.

Agaritu was thinking about his own character setting, and suddenly he felt that the minds of some of the pirates were all focused on him. He glanced at the deck and spit out a number: "20%."

Sporadic cheers were heard on the deck and the pirates all laughed, as if they saw the Red Theater just around the corner, the land of comfort they had always dreamed of and endless bottles of Lilangqi.

The slaves were forced by the sharp blades, holding their heads in panic and walked out of the cabin one by one.

An adult male slave could make one cannonball and half a deck. In the previous encounter with Bernadette, the Death Announcement had suffered a certain degree of damage. Not only did it have at least twenty external armor plates to repair, but a lot of ammunition was also burned.

There were as many as five hundred people hidden on this slave ship, more than enough to repair the damage and enough for the sailors to have some fun.

In the end, there will be at least 200 people left. Agaritu asked the pirates to contact the slave traders in the northern continent, as well as the Spiritual Cult and the Rose School at the same time, and collect three-tenths of a deposit. He would sell it to whoever offered the highest price. In the eyes of the latter, this was a precious resource of faith.

After receiving the slaves and using some of them to fill the "Death Announcement" on the spot, the flagship continued to sail forward with the fleet, and stopped at the port of one of the base islands under its command at noon.

There were no looting plans during this period. The huge sums of money from the slaves and precious metals taken from the slave ships would make many islands fall into a life of luxury and debauchery. Maybe they would even dock in Bayam with their small boats. While others were enjoying themselves and boasting about their achievements and experiences, Agaritu changed his clothes and slipped off the ship, teleporting from the spirit world to other neutral islands nearby.

Sailing eastward without a clear purpose and leaving this sea area might arouse suspicion. Other pirates were not enough evidence. The important thing was not to let the church notice that he was deliberately approaching the East Continent.

To do this, we need a cover... The "Sunken Laurel" is in the north, too far away. The best way at the moment might be to take a stroll in the Sea of ​​Gods, and then go north to investigate the sunken treasure of the Balam Empire "by the way".

Agaritu sat down at a seaside restaurant, and the "faceless doll" showed two arms and head from its shirt pocket, looking like a small decoration.

It was adjusting Agaritu's appearance to prevent others from matching him with the portrait on the wanted poster.

The Undead King ordered the restaurant's signature grilled fish and the more expensive beef stew sold at sea, and the restaurant gave him a complimentary bottle of malt beer.

The quality of the beer was average, but the production process was closer to that of Feysac, because the alcohol taste was stronger. It was beer but tasted like strong liquor, which was also a common hobby of sailors in daily life, including those with hangovers.

While drinking beer and waiting for the main course, Agaritu found the letter sent by Fors.

There are three pages in total, recording two Tarot meetings, one on the 10th and one on the 17th, which was yesterday.

Unexpectedly, Fors's procrastination did not kick in. He sorted out the records and mailed them out the next day. Could it be that he happened to be on his way out for something?

There weren't many things worth his attention in the last Tarot Club. The appearance of the term "Monster List around Silver City" made him stunned for a moment. He almost forgot that there was a little ghost from the "Forsaken Land of Gods" in it. This kind of thing can actually be sold openly and freely at the party. Sefirah Castle is really useful. In the middle, it was mentioned that the two gentlemen "World" and "Hanged Man" cooperated because of the incident in Bansy Port, which proved that they should have happened to be at sea.

The Hanged Man was probably a pirate, which was normal on the sea. Fors had sold the eyes of the Dragon Eye Sea Eagle. If nothing unexpected happened, the Hanged Man would soon be promoted to Sequence 6. He would probably be a little more famous, and perhaps we could use this to infer his identity.

"So, Klein was in Bansi at the time?"

Agaritu frowned and muttered to himself, "It's unbelievable. If that person and that thing didn't know my current identity, and the original Agaritu didn't know that thing either, I would have suspected that that person was behind it."

"And Klein was also involved in the Kalvetuva incident, and used Sefirah Castle to steal Kalvetuva's inheritance. It is basically certain that he was in Bayam or near Bayam on the day of the tsunami, so he had the opportunity to fish in troubled waters."

After saying that, he frowned again. The diviner blessed by Sefirah Castle had an extremely sharp sense. Since the two sides were so close, he might have to control his malice to prevent being detected by Sefirah Castle in advance.

After all, in order to distinguish himself from Edward Vaughn as much as possible, he did not specifically share the angel-level status. Now he is indeed just an ordinary demigod.

It is not clear what other effects the copper whistle of the Death Archon has besides summoning the Pale Legion. The fact that it can summon Azik is enough to make a little demigod like me suffer.

Perhaps, if I meet Klein now, I can consider pretending to be nice to him for a while instead of killing him directly?

After thinking for a while, Agaritu took out the second piece of letter paper.

Fors briefly recounted yesterday's Tarot Club. In addition to the usual buying and selling transactions, Fors said, "I have already delivered the wireless telegraph that Mr. World ordered." Why did Klein buy a telegraph? Who did he want to contact?

In addition, there was another incident at the Tarot Club that caught the novelist's attention, which was that "Mr. 'World' and Mr. 'Hanged Man' had a private conversation for a while, but after the conversation, Mr. 'Hanged Man' looked uneasy." Fors didn't know what the specific incident was, but Mr. 'Hanged Man' rarely showed obvious uneasy body language, which made it difficult for her not to pay attention.

"Perhaps he encountered something terrible, but I can't imagine what kind of thing could make the experienced Mr. Hanged Man so nervous." Fors complained in the letter, "Maybe he found out that all his savings were lost at once?"

Fors also complained about herself: "I finally became a 'Master of Magic' and successfully advanced to Sequence 8. I mastered some small spells such as freezing and blinding, and finally no longer just passing through walls. Haha, maybe you will find this interesting, but in fact, I think I should go to the circus to work..."

This information was more or less useful. After reading it carefully, Agaritu put the letter away again. Then, while eating, he thought about what to write in his reply.

The beef stew was average, and the taste was a little worse than the restaurant Backlund often went to. But the grilled fish in this restaurant was indeed a signature dish, with fresh and tender fish, smooth texture, distinct layers, and a distinct fruity aroma. The seasoning and the restaurant's secret sauce were also quite delicious, no wonder it was still selling well at 15 pence a piece.

A few drunk sailors at the next table started to discuss in the restaurant:

"Have you heard about the massive tsunami in Bayam a few days ago? Even the Bayam port was destroyed!"

"I heard that half of Bayam was submerged by the sea, and now there is a lack of manpower for reconstruction. Maybe I can still make a living."

"Is it true that there was a fierce battle between the Undying King and the Mysterious Queen? The bounty on the Undying King has increased by 7,000. This is most likely true!"

"But the 'Undying King' is still at the bottom of the Four Kings!"

Agaritu: ...

This is a problem that arises when the seal at hand is too strong, and it’s also quite good.

"The bounty on 'Flame' Dalizhi has increased again!" A drunk sailor said to his companion, "It is said that it is already 5,000 pounds! The master has increased it by 800!"

"Hasn't it increased once this month?! From more than 3,000 to 4,200!" His companion's voice was relatively stable, but his lower body was on the chair and his upper body was on the ground. His companion stared at the old wooden ceiling for a while, and suddenly became furious, "He's warm! If only the stocks I bought could increase like this! I would have made enough money to retire and get married and become a rich man!"

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became heated and many people immediately joined in the discussion.

Agaritu, who was eating quietly, had his entry for "Danis Dubois" updated with a lot of information. For example, the last time the bounty was raised was because he killed the second mate of "Blood Admiral". This time, the bounty was not known why, but it was known that it was raised by the Storm Church. According to a drunkard who claimed to have inside information - "My cousin's wife's brother's neighbor's son is a pastor of the Storm Church", it was because "Flame" openly posted an advertisement for the Red Theater on the gate of the Storm Church that the Storm Church was furious and offered a bounty.

His nonsense was widely recognized by the people in the restaurant, and the atmosphere was pushed to a climax.

From how much nonsense Daniz had said and how many embarrassments he had made after getting drunk to how many times he had confessed to his captain and was about to marry the girl, the sailors' rumors were one after another, fully demonstrating how rich the imagination of idle humans can be.

Amidst laughter and joy, Agaritu paid the bill and floated out.

The "Death Report" just sent a message and contacted the buyer. The Spiritual Cult has not responded yet, but the Rose School has already made an offer, calculated on a per-person basis, half a pound per person, and the requirement is that there must be no less than 2 people. Each additional person will be charged an additional soli.

"Just tell them: The Spiritual Order will pay one pound and a half per person."

Agaritu yawned, and the "faceless puppet" imitated him and patted his mouth with his hands: "After these people are bought back, most of them will definitely become their members. The number will expand by 200 to 300 people at once, half a pound per person... haha."

"This should be the price of slaves in the Northern Continent fifty years ago."

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After breakfast, Klein changed into wide-leg pants, a brown thick jacket, and a baseball cap. He changed his appearance and went out, leaving Danitz alone in the room guarding the radio receiver.

On the way, Klein's appearance changed again, becoming more and more like a native.

He found a special store and bought linen gloves, shrouds and body bags. Then, based on the surrounding environment features he saw while browsing the prayer screen, he found the bridge arch and the girl who died in the corner and in the mud.

Because it was still winter and the weather was not hot, the corpse had not yet shown obvious signs of decay, but the festering skin and the foul smell still made Klein instinctively feel a little nauseous.

——He didn’t come to bury the girl who wanted to live like a human being right away last night because, due to the recent events, Bayam’s nighttime control was extremely strict, and the cemetery was not open until dawn.

Taking out a small metal bottle, Klein poured some "Krag's Oil" onto his hands and rubbed it on the tip of his nose.

A choking feeling invaded his mind, and the minty smell mixed with disinfectant filled his sense of smell, making him as clear-headed as if he had just fallen into an ocean full of floating ice cubes, no longer affected by other smells.

After stuffing the metal bottle back into his pocket, Klein put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and squatted next to the female corpse.

He first unfolded the shroud, rolled the person in little by little, and then gently put the body into the body bag.

With the bag on his back, he deliberately passed through the busiest streets of Bayam, all the way to the outskirts of the city, and climbed up the narrow road that was impassable to carriages to the middle of the mountain by the sea.

There is a cemetery specially prepared for the local indigenous people by the Storm Church and the Governor's Palace.

The cemetery for outsiders such as the Loen people, Intis people, and Feynapot people who came here to do business, adventure, and settle down is on the other side of Bayam, backed by the woods, and is flat and soothing.

Klein climbed up step by step and entered the cemetery that didn't even have a name.

When he reached the highest point, he turned his head as if possessed by a ghost and saw the entire Bayam:

The sea water was light blue and green, stretching as far as the eye could see. The port that was destroyed by the previous tsunami had begun to be repaired, and people were coming and going. In the distance, there were piles of unpaved bricks and three or four layers of wooden racks.

The accumulated water in the disaster-stricken areas has been completely drained. Workers who have done basic protection are walking back and forth, clearing the ruins and building new house skeletons. In some places, large pots have been set up, and it seems that food is being supplied.

Another unaffected port had stacked sails, towering chimneys, and crisscrossing streets. In the distance, the embassy was bustling with people, surrounded by dense manors and numerous plants, and in the distance, the roads were wide and the railroads were straight... It was like a beautiful oil painting from the hands of a master, full of vigor and vitality that was hard to describe.

TBC
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It is better for a disaster to come at the right time than to come at an unexpected time. By the way, it has helped to complete the population cleanup, demolition of old urban areas, introduction of labor, provision of more jobs, population mobility, and many other good things.

(End of this chapter)