Vol 2 Chapter 8 red maid

Woo!

The whistle sounded, and the North Wind entered Damir Harbor.

It will replenish water and food on the colonial island and set sail again the next morning.

Finally arrived on land… After two days of mediocre life at sea, Klein just wanted to quickly feel the real feeling of land.

In the earth era, the city he lived in was located inland, and it was difficult to have the experience of long-term water travel. Even now, it was the first time to take a boat.

Especially these two days have been quite boring, the scenery outside the window is only endless blue, and even the islands are rarely seen, the only fun is probably the vigilant peeps that are cast from time to time but have no direction, which also makes Ke. Laien was even more convinced that there was a Beyonder with extraordinary strength on board.

Klein left the cabin, went down to the port, and was about to turn to the bar near the dock when he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The captain of the North Wind, Compaore, was trying to explain something with a flattering face. The man had a proud face and made no secret of his disdain. Although the clothes on his body were dark, it could still be seen that he had a subtle design with Loen. Inappropriate pompous style.

Intis people?

Kleindo took two eyes, but considering Gehrman Sparrow’s character, he still walked to the bar.

“Flying fish and wine…” The signboard of the bar hangs at the top, with various bounty orders posted on both sides, arranged like a pyramid from high to low, the most attractive of which is “Five Seas” “The King” has a bounty of up to £800,000.

Klein glanced at it with interest, and then he honestly looked at the middle part of the bounty of about three thousand pounds, and the desire to raise his head in the “squirming hunger” in his left hand was also faintly excited.

The first time he got this sealed artifact, Klein released the two souls of “Faceless Man” and “Dream Demon”, one stayed on the gray fog, and the other was thrown into the The mailbox outside the church is also considered to be reverted to its original owner.

In other words, Creeping Hunger now has two grazing slots empty, which are good choices for mid-level pirates above.

Silently jotting down a few pirates with interesting nicknames, Klein didn’t stop and pushed the door in.

Strangely, it was unusually quiet in the not-so-dark bar, everyone shrank to the edge, and a few faithful guards in black clothes similar to the man outside were beside a high-backed chair, looking alert.

As soon as Klein entered the bar, a sharp gaze came over, unabashedly releasing malice.

“Hunter”… Klein looked at the pair of red eyes, nodded slightly as usual, and walked steadily towards the bar under the gaze of everyone.

“A glass of Southville beer.” He tapped the bar lightly, only to find that the bartender did not yield to his knife-like gaze, but looked at the man in black not far away in fear.

“Boy, it’s foreign here.”

Klein glanced at the hand on his shoulder, turned a blind eye, and said to the bartender:

“A glass of Southville beer.”

“You son of a bitch, can’t you hear me?”

Seeing that his words were ignored, the man in black was about to have a seizure, but Klein’s movements were obviously faster than him. He directly grabbed the hand on his shoulder, exerted force on his wrist, and abruptly removed the man in black. LOL.

Hearing the groaning pain behind him, Klein followed his premonition and flashed to the right, his left hand touched his waist, dodged the flying knife from behind him, and pulled out his revolver, touching the black clothes whose joints were countered by him. the back of the human brain.

The men in black, who were scattered but interacted just now, stretched out their hands to Klein, either with their palms facing each other or with a few flying knives between them.

The only strange thing is that they don’t seem to be anxious because their companions are in danger.

Are these “hunters”?

As soon as the thought flashed through Klein’s mind, his body instinctively moved, and he stepped back, dodging the blow from below.

The man in black, whose joints had been captured just now, had a fierce expression, and the other hand, which was intact, burst into flames, and pulled out a scorching long whip and swept it towards Klein.

The flames swept across the bar and the floor, and drew out a little spark. The men in black attacked more and more frequently, attacking Klein’s side from a tricky angle, trying to push the opponent to a dead end.

Seeing that the whip was getting closer, Klein picked up a table and threw it at the “Hunter”. With the help of the air attack he resisted by manipulating the flame whip, his wrist quickly shook, and he threw it in the direction where the whip was difficult to attack. Several tarot cards, touching the waist at the same time.

Several tarot cards passed through the flame whip and were ignited by the flowing flames and the high temperature in the air, but a few still flew behind the “Hunter”.

not good!

The “Hunter”, who was waving his long whip and preparing to pursue the victory, suddenly felt cold behind him, changed his pace almost immediately, turned his waist, and wanted to attack behind him.

But Klein was still one step ahead of him, and the orange-red flames instantly devoured a tarot card facing his neck, expanding to the outline of human nature.

Klein, who jumped out of the flames, held the long blade that he pulled out from nowhere, and his arm muscles exploded.

boom!

The sound of steel colliding was incessant, and Klein hurriedly jumped back with his numb right arm, widening the distance.

He didn’t feel like he had hit a human body just now, but more like he had drawn a piece of steel.

Does “Hunter” also have the ability to strengthen skin similar to “living corpse”?

The spiritual warning rose in a straight line, and Klein swept it out of the corner of his eye, only to see the people in black who were waiting to see the joke just now with grim faces, flames bursting from their palms, and they were all facing him!

“Crack, crack, crack…”

There was a sudden loud applause on the stairs, breaking the tense atmosphere in front of the bar.

The man in black who was ready to attack also stopped after seeing the person coming. Even the guy who was hit by Klein on the neck and almost fainted just glanced hatefully and stood at attention.

“Good young man.”

François Soult stood on the stairs, looking down at Klein with a smile, clasping his palms.

Klein looked at the old man with red eyes and a few strands of silver in his hair, and felt a kind of despair from a top predator.

This is a demigod, a demigod of the “Hunter” pathway.

The old man, who was still a little handsome when he was young, waved to his entourage, pretending to rebuke:

“Didn’t I say don’t disturb others and keep a low profile?”

He walked down the stairs and sat on the high-backed chair guarded by the man in black, his legs interlaced, and he didn’t look low-key at all.

The old man slowly scanned the customers in the bar, and finally his eyes fell on Klein.

“I’m sorry just now, are you a member of the Secret Order?”

The Secret Order… Klein moved his stiff limbs and shook his head slightly, barely covering the shock in his heart.

This demigod actually took the initiative to bring up a secret organization in front of a group of ordinary people. Even if the sea was originally more accepting of the extraordinary, what about his confidentiality regulations?

Intis people, “Hunter” sequence, they should be nobles in Intis military or government positions.

“No.” Sirte snorted and nodded lightly.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s not, after all, this is not Intis, and I don’t like dealing with those rats in the gutter.”

With a smile on his face, he swept Klein’s body up and down, stared at the long stick with shadows on the surface for a few seconds, and said with a smile:

“You look very pleasing to the eye. There are very few ‘diversified’ who are so good in close combat. I thought this sequence would only hide behind others.”

“How did you come up with the idea of ​​using the flame transfer at the end of the card? It’s a good idea.”

Soult took the cigarette handed over by the man in black who was standing beside him, and spit it out before he could take a puff. The milky white smoke sprayed Klein’s face.

Resisting the urge to sneeze, Klein’s expression didn’t change, he just stared at those red eyes neither humble nor arrogant, and didn’t answer.

“That’s right,” Soult nodded after realizing it, and said to himself, “If you casually tell people about your housekeeping skills, isn’t that a fool?”

After all, the demigod laughed without caring about his image, and the man in black standing beside him couldn’t hide his smile, and the “hunter” mocked the entire bar for a while.

“Okay, okay,” Sirte clapped his hands again, although there was a trace of curvature at the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

With his right hand holding the cigarette, he swiped towards the door, and shrugged unemotionally.

“Get rid of all the unrelated people, John, and go to the boss and wrap up the bar.”

The man in black named John nodded, looked sideways towards the bar, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and threw it without looking at it. Immediately, the remaining men in black also moved, and their palms rekindled. The flames ignited, threatening everyone in the corner, and Klein was the focus of attention.

“Aren’t you going yet?”

The man in black, whose wrist was removed by Klein just now, sneered and turned his palm upside down, and the flames in his palm suddenly expanded.

Feeling that the “mysterious” gaze had been cast, Klein’s mouth suddenly twitched into a smile, holding his top hat and bowing deeply to the demigod on the high-backed chair. Or angry eyes, walked out in a hurry.

……

“Surter has arrived.”

Bernadette in front of the desk watched the servants who cleaned the cabin every day leave, and turned her head to the window.

“I see, a self-righteous fool.”

Medici’s unreal figure appeared in front of the window, withdrew his gaze and shook his head with a smile.

“It’s better to lie to a little brat from the Sauron family. I’m so stupid that I doubt whether his Beyonder characteristics can still be used.”

“It’s just a little conflict, there will always be some unreasonable things where there are ‘hunters’.” Bernadette thought she was talking about what happened in the bar just now, and didn’t care too much.

“Small, conflict, sudden?” Medici deliberately dragged the long tone, smiling quite happily.

She leaned over to Bernadette, ignoring the dangerous gaze, and lowered her body.

“Little princess, if the idiot just now was a little more stupid, you might be able to prepare your own promotion ceremony.”

“He doesn’t even know how lucky he is. To be honest, it is more than enough for the ordinary people who protect this island from the unpredictable disaster to complete your ritual.”

“Small conflict, tsk tsk tsk…”

Bernadette frowned and looked at the island again, the deep purple covering the blue in her eyes.

……

Outside the Flying Fish and Wine Bar.

On the empty street, Klein suddenly slowed down, with a gold coin in his hand.

This gold coin kept jumping at the fingertips, as if spying for something.

Suddenly, the “diver”‘s knife-sharp eyes looked at the intersection of the street and an alley, and his right hand was clenched tightly.

He just stared at the shadow around the corner and waited for more than a minute.

It was not until the gold coin on his fingertips completely stopped spinning and the front was lying quietly in his palm that Klein took a step. With a twist of his wrist, a pitch-black cane appeared, and he stirred up the invisible cloth covering the shadow by feeling.

brush.

The cane deflected the “shadows” neatly. Klein glanced at the black cloak hanging on the head of the cane, then looked at the man who was struggling in a squatting position but with small movements, and grabbed the back of his neck.

This man was in his mid-thirties, his eyebrows were burnt yellow, his eyes were dark blue but bright, and his outline was not too deep.

With the back of his neck being pulled by Klein, the man also got rid of the inexplicable stagnation of the previous joints, unable to make any sound or make any movements, he could only watch the trap of stagnant thoughts and slowly waiting for death, without thinking too much shouted:

“Stop!”

Klein ignored it and continued to drag the man to the depths of the alley.

After shouting this, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, he covered his mouth with a bang, and said anxiously while lowering his voice:

“I have no ill will, stop, stop!”

Seeing that Klein was still unmoved, the man finally moved out his ultimate trick.

“I am Danitz ‘Flame’, the fourth sailor of the ‘Golden Dream’, and a subordinate of ‘Lieutenant Admiral Iceberg’ Edwina. If you mess with me, our captain will definitely take revenge on you!”

Finally, Klein stopped.

He first observed the depth of the alley, and then looked at the man under him, his face still not much expression.

“That’s right, our captain is not something you can afford…”

Danitz sat on the ground and rubbed his neck that was strangled by the collar. He raised his head and saw that the adventurer’s cold face slowly evoked a cruel smile.

“Flame with a bounty of 3,000 pounds?”

Shit, met a lunatic!

Danitz was about to get up, but before he could move his hands a few times, the pitch-black stick was pressed against his throat.

For some reason, he always felt that what was pressing against his neck was not a round-headed cane, but a sharp knife, which could easily open his trachea in the next second.

“You…you have to think about it, our captain…” Danitz’s hands and feet were cold, and he tried to struggle with his connections.

“Are you a ‘hunter’?” Klein raised his chin slightly and said condescendingly.

“Yes.”

“Sequence Seven of the ‘Hunter’?” Klein nodded slightly, but the cane he held tightly still did not loosen. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He judged the “flame” sequence based on the price of Beyonder characteristics.

“You were in the bar just now, and you also want to take the North Wind?” he asked again.

Danitz, who was half lying on the ground, had completely given up thinking at this time, and just nodded numbly.

He found that he couldn’t keep up with this gentleman in appearance, but actually a madman.

“Do you understand the higher-order abilities of the Hunter?” Klein finally asked.

Danitz just wanted to nod his head numbly, but suddenly remembered the captain’s class like a conditioned reflex, recalled the knowledge he heard from a certain “hunter” in his head, and hesitated for a while.

“Know.”

Know? Klein was a little surprised.

Combined with Compaore’s attitude towards the man in black, the demigod is likely to board the ship, but I don’t know much about the “hunter” myself, and they find out that the “flame” is only a matter of time. Extraordinary, there is a high probability that he will choose to recover Extraordinary characteristics…

And I also need a sea guide… Klein glanced at the gold coin in his palm, tossed it gently, and said silently:

“Danitz didn’t commit too many crimes.”

Clap, the gold coin was not flipped over.

Between herding and collecting, Klein chose the latter.

Suddenly, Klein let go of the cane that was touching Danitz’s neck, leaned over and pulled a lock of his hair, and commanded in a commanding tone:

“Give you ten minutes, pack up, and come back here and wait for me.”

“I need a servant.”