Ring of Fate

Chapter 783: My Job (Thanks to Mr. O from Aurora Club for rewarding the Silver Alliance again)
When Lumian listened to the bartender talking about the pirate general's grievances and love and hatred, the pirates behind him were a little impatient.

They all wanted someone to step forward and be the first to fire or draw a knife at this arrogant adventurer, and then they and others would rush forward according to the situation.

However, under the threat of those red and white fireballs, the pirates looked at each other, and no one dared to go beyond the chair designated by Lumian.

They all thought that to be so arrogant, they must have a certain level of strength, and the carnival bar was of a lower level and there were no big pirates there. Now they could only hope that those who had just left could find strong helpers.

More than ten minutes later, a pirate who had left the Carnival Bar earlier pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man wearing a tricorn hat and dark blue clothes.

The pirates in the bar immediately straightened their backs and held their breath, and the noisy and lively atmosphere suddenly returned to silence.

Some of them knew the middle-aged man. They knew that he was the captain of the "Rosemary", the "Flying Hardmark". He was one of the most famous pirates after the pirate generals and had been active on the five seas for more than ten years.

The pirate pushed open the heavy wooden door and smiled ingratiatingly, pointing at Lumian’s back.
"Captain, that's the adventurer I was talking about!

"He dared to challenge an entire bar of pirates in Port Banam!"

Hardmark had thick, dark hair, and was full of aura in his every move. He stared at Lumian's back for a few seconds, then said in silence:
"How long has he been maintaining those fireballs?"

"I don't know. It was there when I left this bar, but it may not have been maintained in the meantime." The pirate who pushed open the heavy wooden door grabbed the young pirate sitting by the door, pointed at Lumian, and asked viciously, "How long did his fireball last?"

The young pirate was a little panicked and looked at the old clock on the wall. He stammered:
"Hurry, it's almost a quarter of an hour."

A quarter of an hour? Flying Hardmark's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly revealed an expression as if he had remembered something important.

He then began to scold his sailors:

“Have you forgotten that we have an important transaction at the dock?

"Asshole, is alcohol, women and face all you think about?"

"Flying Hardmark" cursed as he turned around and walked outside the carnival bar.

His sailors were a little stunned by the scolding, but they followed instinctively.

Whatever the Captain says is right!
The silence in the carnival bar continued. At this time, Lumian drank the remaining Lelanzi and stood up.

With the dozen or so red-to-white fireballs that showed no sign of weakening, he once again swept his eyes over the pirates in the bar.

The next second, he laughed, put his right index and middle fingers together, put them to his mouth, and blew gently.

It's like blowing away the gun smoke after you've taken out all the pirates in the bar.

As the pirates' eyes and expressions changed, Lumian walked towards the door leisurely, with his hands in his pockets, looking unusually relaxed.

One pirate after another subconsciously made way.

Some of them were frustrated, some were grinding their teeth, and some were comforting themselves, "It's not that I'm afraid, but those fireballs are too dazzling!"

Lumian seemed to be completely unafraid of being ambushed, and walked out of the carnival bar through the wide path made by the pirates, as if accepting their embrace and welcome.

…………

Late at night, in a room of an inconspicuous hotel in Port Panamore.

Lumian leaned back in his chair and said to Franca:

"Change your appearance, find a few people, and spread the news that an unknown adventurer has provoked all pirates. Say that the adventurer thinks that pirates are all cowards and there is no real strong man. He can easily step on the head of any pirate."

The corner of Franka's mouth twitched slightly.

"Fishing again?

"You are an expert in fishing..."

Lumian smiled:

"According to the intelligence we have gathered so far, Admiral Deep Sea doesn't like to appear in public because of his sea monster bloodline. Even if he arrives at Panamo Harbor, he will probably stay on his flagship, the Newins. If he wants women and delicacies, someone will naturally help him deliver them to the ship.

"In this case, we can only take the risk of sneaking into the 'News'. It is an alchemical ship obtained from a certain ruin. We have no way of knowing whether there are any powerful mechanisms and traps on it. Moreover, there must be many Beyonder pirates on the ship. As a 'Hunter', we must try our best to avoid fighting in other people's home turf.

"I deliberately provoked the pirates in Panamo Harbor because I knew that there was no pirate general here at the moment. I have enough confidence to deal with other big pirates and well-known pirates. They should be able to figure this out quickly. But to expect the pirate teams to work together to deal with me is overestimating their trust in each other. Who wouldn't be robbing if they robbed him?
"I don't expect pirates to have a sense of collective honor, but they definitely want to show their abilities, make their reputations more famous, and gain the praise and fear of many pirates. The pirates in Panamore Port are also waiting for a big pirate who is confident enough to deal with me. At this time, the 'News' and the 'Admiral of the Deep Sea' have arrived. Guess what will happen?"

Janna suddenly realized:
"If Admiral Deep Sea leaves the Newins and takes action himself, that would definitely be the best outcome. We would be fighting on our home turf. Even if Admiral Deep Sea is not interested, his capable subordinates would not be absent from this matter. They have the support of Admiral Deep Sea as their trump card. They will not be afraid of failure and will be more courageous than other well-known pirates in challenging. By then, the number of Beyonders on the Newins will be significantly reduced, and our chance will come."

“You’ve learned psychological analysis quite well,” Lumian praised sarcastically.

Janna glanced at him:
“A good actor must be good at understanding people’s hearts.”

“And then perform for the ‘audience’?” Lumian joked.

Anthony's expression didn't change at all.

Franka uttered a "huh":
"What if a pirate king's fleet arrives before the Newins?"

Lumian spread his hands and said:

"I've already said that it's an unknown adventurer who's provoking the pirates in Port Banam. The advantage of being unknown is that no one can find him once he disappears. Then he can change his face and appearance and execute another plan."

"The 'conspirator' is really cunning..." Franka muttered, "Then it's decided."

Lumian then said that if there was no other way, they could consider creating a major plague in Port Panamore, and emphasized that the prerequisite was to make the natives of the port drink the anti-infection potion in advance without them noticing.

Franca was stunned when she heard this.

She waited for several seconds before saying:

"This has given you an idea... How about we work together to open a plague company? Okay, just kidding, this is feasible, but where are the vaccines these days, uh, medicines to prevent infection?"

"Normally there isn't any, but we can turn to the occult." Lumian had already thought of a possible direction. "Isn't that what the 'pharmacist' path is for? As long as we hand over a certain number of infected people to them in advance and let them observe, think and experiment, they should be able to formulate effective preventive or therapeutic potions. Don't worry about not being able to find a 'pharmacist'. We have the Fool Pharmaceutical Company, so there will be no shortage of 'pharmacists'."

Lumian already knew from the "Magician" that Fool Pharmaceuticals and the "Tarot Club" had a close relationship.

Janna calculated unconsciously:
"A bottle of mystical potion costs at least 100 Felkin. There are probably tens of thousands of non-pirate residents in Banam Port. We must prepare at least 100 million Felkin. We can't let the 'pharmacists' of the Fool's Pharmaceutical Company not charge for either compensation or material fees, right?"

One million Felkin is not a small amount, and the Beyonder characteristic of Sequence 100 is only about 5 Felkin.

"Spending 100 million Felkins to become a demigod is definitely worth it." Lumian suddenly laughed. "100 million Felkins is just for one 'Admiral of the Deep Sea'. Even if you can't kill him, the leaders under him are worth a lot."

Franka sighed and said:

"You now have some of Gehrman Sparrow's style. However, Gehrman Sparrow treats pirates as a piggy bank and usually only targets those with high bounties. You, on the other hand, want to wipe out the pirate community!"

If such a major plague were to be created, nearly tens of thousands of pirates would be affected.

Without waiting for Lumian's response, Franca laughed at herself again:
"'Admiral Deep Sea' was quite unlucky. He was sitting on his flagship and hadn't done anything when he was inexplicably targeted by us."

Lumian laughed and said with a sense of realization:
"There's nothing to be sentimental about. The job of a Hunter is to create chaos and strife.

"And you, a 'witch', your job is to bring disaster and pain.

"It's better to give these to pirates than to affect innocent people."

Franca was silent for a moment, and so was Janna.

…………

A sneeze!

At Panama Harbor, Mason, who was sitting on the dock enjoying the sea breeze with a bottle of rye beer, suddenly sneezed.

He immediately thought of the messenger summoning ceremony he had completed in the afternoon and the messenger who made him feel uneasy, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Could that sneeze just now be the legendary spiritual warning?

"Will I really become the protagonist of some occult event, the fool who makes mistakes and attracts evil gods and demons?

“Could the ritual I performed really bring some kind of disaster to Panamore Harbor?

“Hidden dangers and problems have already emerged and are beginning to flow quietly in the dark corners of Panamore Harbor?”

Gulp, Mason took a big sip of beer and comforted himself that he was just scaring himself:

From this afternoon till now, there has been no sign of any disaster!

I haven't heard of any abnormal phenomena!
It's just summoning a messenger, there shouldn't be any problem!
PS: Thank you Mr. O from Aurora Club for rewarding the Silver Alliance again!
(End of this chapter)