Ring of Fate

Chapter 785 Hustle
Panamore Harbor, inside the Carnival Bar.

Adventurer Mason changed into the pirates' favorite loose trousers with cuffs and a thicker jacket, and looked at the unknown adventurer who was drinking strong liquor with his back to him, and his spirit was still a little tense.

He was not worried that the other person would hurt him, but was worried about when this kind of life would end.

Pirates have never been a group of people who would be reasonable or vent their anger on others. After no one stood up to respond to the arrogant unknown adventurer, many pirates tried to vent their anger on other adventurers in Panamore Port.

In other words, the adventurers who often go to Panamore Port have become accustomed to a life of hiding. They usually do not call themselves adventurers, but disguise themselves as other professions. Otherwise, they will surely be found dead at the end of the alley or floating up from the sea outside the dock.

——In a port dominated by pirates, adventurers are obviously a dangerous profession that cannot be exposed. People like Mason have a legitimate identity to disguise themselves on a daily basis, and some even join the pirate group as members stationed in Panamore Harbor to help raise supplies.

Accepting a commission does not reveal the adventurer's identity, because many pirates will also accept missions for bounties. The simplest example is that after killing a hostile pirate and receiving his legacy, you can use your connections to get an extra bounty. Who wouldn't want that?
Of course, there are some differences between the pirates' and adventurers' styles of completing missions. They will first find out who has issued the mission and consider whether they can directly kill the client. In fact, some adventurers are the same. They will naturally turn into bandits in places where there is a lack of sufficient order.

Mason had recently lost his job as a clerk in a trading company. As he looked different from the locals, he had to dress up as a pirate to avoid being affected.

As his thoughts raced, his eyes turned towards a window in the rave bar, where the walls were charred, the glass was cracked, the tables and chairs were overturned, and two mutilated and charred corpses lay there, as if they had been burned for a long time, with multiple body parts scattered nearby.

These are two pirates.

At noon, they recognized an adventurer they had met before and planned to vent their malice on him, but the unknown adventurer at the bar, without even turning his head, created one red-white flaming crow after another, which directly blew the two pirates into pieces and burned them for a long time.

This made the pirates who witnessed the incident truly believe that the unknown adventurer was a man of his words.

If I say I will kill you, I will definitely kill you. If I say anyone who dares to cross the red line will be punished, they will definitely be punished, even if this is a pirate port, even if there are thousands of pirates and numerous extraordinary people watching him!
And the two pirate captains did not dare to retaliate.

Mason witnessed the whole process. He found that the two pirates had a certain understanding of the "arsonist's" ability and were quite skilled. One of them was even a low-sequence Beyonder. However, despite being on guard, they still could not escape the pursuit of more than a dozen Fire Crows. They were covered in flames as soon as they fled from the center of the bar to the window.

This made Mason involuntarily feel longing and yearning.

When will I be able to have such strength?
When will I be able to become an adventurer who can intimidate so many pirates?
Mason wanted to "kindly" help the two pirates deal with the bodies, but to his regret, the captain and first mate of the pirate group arrived very soon, and they didn't even dare to drag away the bodies, but only collected the "legacy".

"I have to stay as close to this adventurer as possible recently. Otherwise, if I'm recognized, it'll be over..." Mason gulped down the dark brown beer in his glass and suddenly felt emotional. "How did my normal life suddenly become like this?"

Although he had not suffered any actual damage, he seemed to have been affected.

This made him feel more and more panicked, wondering if he had brought disaster to Panamore Port. But he also felt that it was not a disaster yet, as it would end when the unknown adventurer left or when some pirate general or pirate king arrived at Panamore Port.

"From now on, never perform rituals that you don't understand well enough..." Mason warned himself.

He then picked up the cup and raised it towards his own reflection on the wall to show that he had reached a reconciliation with himself.

…………

In the shadows, Franka was observing the situation inside and outside the carnival bar carefully and attentively.

This is her mission.

Even if Lumian is in the open, she may still be ambushed no matter how vigilant and prepared she is. After all, there is no shortage of strange and bizarre abilities, rituals, and spells in the supernatural realm that are hidden and difficult to defend against. Therefore, she needs to hide in the dark, examine the surrounding situation from another angle, and take timely action to block it, or provide a "mirror substitute".

When she followed Lumian around Panamore Harbor these two days, Franka first saw the pirates drinking and chatting, laughing and cursing, eating and gambling, venting and sleeping. She felt that they were no different from ordinary people and felt a little bit sorry for the possible plague plan. But when she encountered a pirate fight and heard about murder, kidnapping, bullying, robbery and rape, she felt from the bottom of her heart that letting these scum be infected with the plague and die would purify the world and accumulate virtue.

Franka endured the hunger and complained to Lumian:

"This guy, doesn't he know that it's already an hour past lunch time?
"You have food, but I don't!

"According to the tacit understanding we had over the past two days, shouldn't we get rid of any possible pursuers and hide back in the hotel so I can rest and eat something?"

While mumbling, Franka still dutifully monitored the situation around her.

At this time, several pirates came in, bringing active, joyful and excited emotions to different wine tables.

Eh... Franka blended into the shadows, stuck to the wall, and quietly crept to the side of a group of pirates, listening attentively.

"Is 'Admiral of the Deep' really coming?"

"The 'News' is already at the dock!"

"Do they know about this adventurer?"

"..."

Oh, it’s the “Admiral of the Deep Sea”, finally here… Franka muttered to herself silently, as if her guess had been effectively confirmed.

Because Janna did not provide any warning, which meant that no pirate king had come to Panamore Port yet, Franka began to look forward to what kind of reaction and what kind of actions the "Admiral of the Deep Sea" would take.

She was certain that Admiral Deepsea and his key leaders knew that the unknown adventurer had provoked the entire pirate community.

This is a very simple reasoning:

Since the "Admiral of the Deep Sea" was hiding from the "King of Dusk", he would definitely determine the situation in Panamore Port in advance before coming here for supplies.

The most common practice is to send less famous pirates in the fleet on other ships to come to Panamore Port in advance to conduct intelligence reconnaissance. If Panamore Port is a port they often visit, they can also directly let a few trusted subordinates disguise their identities, stay here for a long time, and provide timely feedback.

Of course, it is also possible to cooperate with local forces and let them provide early warnings. In short, "Admiral of the Deep Sea" must have sufficient understanding of what has happened in Panamore Port recently, otherwise he would not have allowed the "News" to surface.

Franka calmed down again and was no longer affected by hunger.

But like those pirates, she waited for more than half an hour but still did not see Admiral Deep Sea or his powerful subordinates. She could not help but feel a little puzzled:
"Why haven't you come yet?
“Could it be that you, Admiral Deepsea, are also someone who follows the will of your heart? That shouldn’t be the case. Lumian is currently only at the level of Strong Sequence 6. This sinister fellow has been using a red-white flame instead of the blazing white flame of the Reaper…”

Franka thought about it carefully and roughly understood the reason:

If it were her, when being targeted by the "King of Dusk", she would definitely not cause trouble as soon as she arrived at a port. She would have to complete the replenishment and prepare for another dive before doing anything else. In that way, even if an accident really happened, she could leave Panamore Port as soon as possible and not fail to achieve the main purpose of coming here.

Moreover, Lumian, the unknown adventurer, has been in Panamore Harbor for two or three days. Although he said he wanted to collect the bounty, he did not go hunting the famous pirates with considerable bounties. He seemed to be waiting for something.

This would make people doubt his true purpose, and "Admiral of the Deep Sea" would inevitably have corresponding concerns.

Huh... Franka exhaled silently.

Her eyes were still wandering around the carnival bar, on guard against possible accidents.

During this process, her eyes inevitably swept over Lumian, who was leaning towards her. She saw that the corner of her companion's mouth was slightly raised, and he was in a very good mood. In his hand, he was holding a glass of amber-colored Liqueur with something unknown added.

…………

Lumian played with the wine glass in his hand. With the help of the Hunter's excellent hearing, he roughly understood the reasons why the pirates were suddenly excited, happy and anxiously waiting.

He has reached his goal!

Lumian was not surprised by this, because he had known about this for a long time - Janna had been there before, and with the help of the shadow, she placed the written note on the empty space of his palm.

Guessing that the "Admiral of the Deep Sea" would not come to see him in the short term, Lumian sat very steadily with a natural expression, as if he was not aware of the movements behind him at all.

He looked at the bartender who was trying hard to control his expression and said with a smile:

"The wind is a bit noisy today."

The bartender didn't know how to respond, so he could only smile stiffly:

"Yes."

Lumian did not speak to him again, sensing the change in his emotions and state.

Frankly speaking, he was a little nervous about dealing with a pirate general with his own fleet, but it also made him feel his blood slightly burning and boiling.

He has never been a person who fears challenges, and this is even more so after becoming a "hunter". He even tasted the tempting taste of challenges.

Thinking of this, Lumian picked up the glass of Lilanzi, put it to his mouth, tilted his head slightly, and drank it all in one breath.

(End of this chapter)