Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 579 The Navigator in a Foreign Land
The way the mage was dragged away by the bartender but still howling made it clear that what the "witch" said was not nonsense.At the same time, there were voices of discussion: "Isn't this Ogden? How can he be so unlucky?"

"Keep your voice down, his wife is from the Marcellus family..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, then he can't tell if he's suffering."

Still sounds like Angels celebrity.

When Su Geer heard this, he became more interested in the so-called "witch". At this time, the witch had already started divination for the next person. A few seconds later, the high-pitched, cadenced singing sounded again.

"You are really a coward, you are deeply guilty, you stole Miss Beautiful's heart, but you stayed away from her~"

"Adrien, are you going to try it? Seeing how the hapless mage is crying, it is estimated that what the witch said is true."

"Forget it, we have to hurry up." Cyril shook his head and said, "And we may not be able to find it."

"There are so many people, how do you find them?" Su Geer looked around.

"Look at the edge of the eye." Cyril has already walked to the left, "Most navigators have some characteristics, such as they like to smoke or drink, because the life on the ship is actually very boring. They are often lustful, Because they may not meet women for many years on board."

"These are the qualities that sailors have." Sugar Winkler nodded, "So they will appear on the left half of the tavern, whistling around the strippers?"

"There are no absolutes. Maybe he is divination on the right?"

"Then why are you talking so much...wait a minute?" Su Geer made a gesture of listening, and the witch's unfinished singing floated in his ears: "You are sailing across the ocean, and you are in charge of the sail, but this is not your hometown~"

"It seems that our luck is a little bit good, if what the witch said is right." Su Geer muttered, at the end of the divination line, the guests queuing in front of the long table had already stood up and strode towards the tavern The door was walking towards Cyril and the others.

It was a blond middle-aged man with obvious traces of the sea wind on his face, exactly the same as the ascetic Neil Alden.The eye sockets are deep-set, the bridge of the nose is high, and there are sunken marks on the broad forehead, which seems to have been hit hard.

"New Aowei Hong Kong people." Cyril whispered to Su Geer, and then took the initiative to greet him.

"What's the matter?" The man immediately noticed the young half-elf walking towards him. Even under the dim light at the door, the boy's appearance still caught the eye.

Cyril met his blue-green eyes, and clearly felt that the other's eyes had already looked around him.He opened his mouth and said:
"Do you want to have a drink over there? I'm a little interested in you."

"You to me?" The man smiled and turned to walk past Cyril, "Don't be kidding, I'm just an ordinary person."

"A wandering New Orway Hong Konger, well, it doesn't really sound that different."

The man stopped.

He turned his head and looked at the young man who was shorter than him again - he was very tall and strong, his arms were thick and powerful, his body was slightly inferior to that of a muscular man like an ascetic, but he was much stronger than that of an elf up.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with my accent."

"I use seeing, not listening." Cyril pointed to his eyes, smiled, and then cut straight to the point, "I plan to go to Xinaowei Port, I need an experienced, outstanding, capable Trusted navigator—or rather, captain."

The man was silent for a while, then pointed sideways to the wine table on the left: "Want to have a drink over there?"

"it is good."

"This one too?"

"together."

The three of them sat down at a table under the undressing stage, and pushed the drunk man on the floor to one side, and soon the wine was brought up, Cyril paid the money naturally, raised his glass with the man light touch.

"Drake." The man raised his glass and drank all the wine in the tall glass in one gulp, with the sound of "ton, ton, ton" from his throat.Su Geer noticed the gaze from Cyril, and the boy's eyes seemed to say, "Look, am I right?"

"That's right. Sailors are all like drinking and looking at women." Sugar groaned, and the man finally put down his glass and hiccupped loudly, "Connor Drake."

"Connor? Sounds like a good assassin."

"Just kidding, I'm just a boat." Connor Drake shook his head and said, "What about you?"

"Marinette Iger." Cyril called the bartender and served two more glasses of wine. "This is Sugar Winkler."

"Hello." Su Geer protested in a low voice to show his dissatisfaction. Why do you use a false name, and the one who reported me is the real name.Also, why are you so proficient in using pseudonyms?

"Okay, Marinette Iger, how did you know I was on the crew?"

Cyril turned his head and pouted in the direction of divination.

"Your ears are really good. Are you going to Port New Orway?" Drake didn't care too much. The "witch" before the divination had told him that he would not protect his privacy.

"Yes."

"Both the port of Yass and the port of Rab have direct sailing ships to the port of New Aowei, and there are merchant ships and cruise ships. You can sit there directly. You only need to pay a few silver terries and you can enjoy excellent treatment. If You are looking for me to get on a more comfortable boat, let the captain take care of you, and I can give you a token." Drake said, but he had a pinch in his hand, "Of course, you need to pay more."

But Cyril shook his head: "Strictly speaking, I want to go to sea by myself."

"Going to sea by yourself? It's thankless." Cyril heard Connor Drake snorted, and seemed to be very disdainful of his proposal, "I advise you not to, recently, whether it is a merchant ship or a private ship, in the South China Sea It is very difficult to mix, and even the number of merchant ships going to sea has decreased."

"why?"

"There is a group of unruly pirates who plunder regardless of sea areas and time periods, not only robbing merchant ships, but even pirate ships, and even the ships of the Northern Alliance Navy were robbed last time." Drake said. Getting more and more vigorous, he put one foot on the table, squatted on the bench and said, "And they not only robbed money, but also robbed ships."

"Steal the boat?"

"Yes, they have been robbed two or three times. At first they only had one boat, but now they may have four or five."

"What about the original crew on the ship?"

"Some died, some were exiled to a deserted island, and came back on a passing boat. They couldn't find anything, as if they were brainwashed." Drake also showed a puzzled look on his face, "The most rational It’s okay to ask about other things, even remember clearly how they were captured, but as soon as they mention what’s on board, they’re all terrified, shouting, ‘It’s not a person, it’s not a person’!”

"not human?"

"Yes, it is rumored that it is a ghost ship in the South China Sea, which will drag people to the deep sea and turn them into ghosts." Derek shook his head and sighed. Ran."

"That's why you came to Angels?"

"Yes, I want to come to Angels to find a job."

Su Geer finally grasped the blind spot at this time, and quickly asked: "Then don't you consider going back to Xinaowei Port? You are from Xinaowei Port."

Connor Drake suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Su Geer.The professional-level mage was taken aback by his gaze, thinking that he had poked someone's pain point, but after a while, he saw Connor Drake shaking his head naturally, "I'm used to it in La Rochelle, I won't go back to live gone."

"Then can you still go to sea?" Cyril asked directly, "I have some things that are definitely not convenient to take a cruise ship. I can get a boat and some sailors, but I need a good captain."

"If you come, the captain's position is yours."

"Forget it, I can introduce to you..." Connor Drake hesitated, and was about to shake his head, but he heard the young man in front of him continue: "The right to modify the ship can also be handed over to you, and the sailor can also be given You pick. I can assure you, it's not a small boat."

"This..." Connor Drake's voice was visibly shaken, he hesitated, and the boy's voice continued: "One hundred Gentry's modification fee and employment fee, I'll give you another fifteen Gentry's commission."

As soon as he said this, even Su Geer Winkler couldn't sit still.The latter glared at the young man and tried to spread his hands under the table, as if asking, "What about me? Why don't I get so much money?"

But Cyril ignored him, just stood up, stretched out his hand and patted Connor Drake on the shoulder: "You can think about it slowly, if you agree, after fifteen days, we will be at the port of Rab Meet at the 'Lighthouse Tavern'."

"Give him another glass of wine." He greeted the bartender on the side, and at the same time pulled Su Geer up, and the two walked towards the door of the tavern.

"Hey, he didn't agree, so he just left?" Su Geer asked suspiciously, "Also, why do you pay so much money for a sailor? What about me?"

"You?" Cyril squinted at him, "Your salary is not bad at all, and the mages in the entire Siliki are under your control, and the materials are open to you for free, and any facilities you want will be arranged for you as soon as possible. Still not satisfied?"

"That's right..." Su Geer muttered, satisfied - after all, he had never even been to Siliki, and he had already enjoyed so many preferential treatment.

"As long as it's effective, it doesn't matter if you give more money. As for whether he agrees...I think he will definitely agree." Cyril smiled, "Which man would refuse a large sum of money that he can pay for his own car, and modify it?" What about the money for your own ship?"

There are hundreds of Gentry in the area, and now Cyril really doesn't take it to heart-and this is not Miss Mage's money, it is his own!

Of course, if Connor Drake really refused to agree and released his pigeons, he would still be able to find a suitable candidate at the port for the same amount of money.

It's just that the identity of a New Aowei Hong Kong native living abroad is really different.

And the witch's song--

"You are really a coward, you are deeply guilty, you stole Miss Beautiful's heart, but you stayed away from her~"

He also remembered the libretto of the witch.

In the game, this is an obvious task reminder that can no longer be obvious. After talking to Connor Drake, the system will pop up a message: "[The Stranger (1/7)] You got After reading the information, Connor Drake is definitely not an ordinary wanderer, he has his own story, and you are very interested in his experience..."

Of course, today's half-crippled system obviously wouldn't provide Cyril with such a service.

They were about to leave the tavern, when the long line on the right side of the venue suddenly burst into loud noises, and the first few people in the line pulled out their weapons at the same time and slashed at the "witch" behind the long table.

The crowd screamed. In the chaos, Cyril saw the black hat fluttering in the air, and the "witch" stepped on the table deftly, dodging their sudden attack, and then grabbed his hat with one hand. hat, and with the other hand picked up a piano box-like thing, and slapped the nearest person heavily on the head.

And her singing continued: "You stole the heirloom, you killed her, her white dress was dyed red, and you stole her pendant~~"

"Shut up, bitch!" Another person yelled, but the attack was dodged by the "witch" again, and then he was slapped on the head by the piano box, and fell to the side covering his head.

"Something happened?" Seeing the good show, Su Geer was already thinking about sitting back and drinking a few glasses of wine with that Connor Drake.

But Cyril didn't intend to get entangled here, he reached out and was about to push the door, but the door was pulled open from the outside——

A silver-white figure slipped through the crack of the opened door, and floated past Cyril with incomparable lightness.The figure was dressed in light armor, and the moment he entered the door, a white light had already lit up on his hand.

The temperature inside the house suddenly dropped.

This bone-chilling chill spread from around the figure in an instant, covering the entire tavern.Cyril didn't even react a little, and heard a sound of freezing and then cracking - it was the sound of the wine jar on the side cracking due to the freezing of the wine.

And the noise in the house disappeared in an instant.

Cyril turned around, but saw that most of the people were frozen—the stripper was holding her chest with her hands, and the other hand was hooked on the steel pipe to spread her thighs; the drinker below was throwing Terry onto the stage In the line on the right, people are still dodging so as not to be drawn into the aftermath of the battle; while a drunkard who attacked the witch pauses in place, the sword in his hand still maintains a stabbing motion.

All this is because of the figure that walked into the house.

Cyril held his breath and concentrated, with one hand on his waist, staring at the silver-white figure that walked into the room, and suddenly felt that the other person looked familiar.

Her hair is like snow, her pointed ears are long, and her face has a graceful arc; she is dressed in light armor, and the long sword in her hand is still shining with bright silver light.

The other party's eyes also fell on him at this time.

Then the man showed a surprised look, and called softly: "Ah, Cyril Adrian, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)