Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 110 The real provocateur in the bar

After most of the day's voyage, after nightfall, the 'Victory' chose to anchor at the nearest port for a period of time to repair the hull damaged in the murloc attack just now.

In addition to the huge hole created by Mister Dryest's gun, there are also traces of damage to varying degrees on the iron railings and the ship's skin, which is due to the corrosiveness of the murloc slime.

If not dealt with in time, the ship may be at risk of water leakage.

The captain stood on the side of the ship and directed the passengers back to the port from the small plank erected beside it.

"Sorry! Our ship needs some repairs and will be docked at the port until six o'clock tomorrow morning. You can choose to go to the pier for a while, or go back to the guest room to rest."

He shouted to the crowd wandering on the deck.

Even now, the old captain's face still has a bit of rejoicing for the rest of his life.

In fact, even if the murlocs were not dealt with successfully, the passengers on the ship would not be surprised.The Church of the Storm ships and navy patrolling around Backlund will quickly discover the anomaly and rush to rescue them.

But his position is about to be rolled over to the end.

While bowing and apologizing to the men and women who disembarked, the captain kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.The rest of the sailors were busy running up and down with things, carrying materials and tools needed to repair the ship's skin.

For a while, the scene was very noisy.

Yager's figure also appeared in the crowd who disembarked.

This is Damir Port.

As one of the ports closest to Backlund, the atmosphere of chaos in the Sonia Sea has already been revealed here.

The bars near the pier were crowded, and a lot of drunken drunkards could be seen shoving loudly at the door, while the passers-by passed by indifferently as usual.

The closest one is called Flying Fish and Wine.

On the approach, Yager was pleasantly surprised to find that its wooden door was covered with various reward orders.

"'Sea Wolf' Johnson, £[-]. 'One-Eyed' Anderson, £[-]. 'Steel', 'Calm Thinker'. Whoa! It's worth £[-] and £[-]"

He glanced at the wanted notice, and felt that this place was a realistic version of money in a sack.

These wastes, which at most are not half-gods, are worth so much money?
Backlund is actually a desert of opportunity!
If he had come to Su Yahai from the very beginning, he would definitely be a senior rich man worth tens of thousands of pounds in a few days.

Jagel realized in shock.

It's a pity that he doesn't need to hunt these things anymore. Duke Negan's wealth is enough for him to squander for a whole year. As for the subsequent deposits.
That's something you only need to consider when you have no money!

He thought so, but still very honestly wrote down the names of several walking cash machines in his heart.

At night, the Flying Fish and Wine bar was very lively, and it was actually a bit hot on the pier during the New Year's time.

Yager walked through a group of stinking alcoholics, frowned, and came to the bartender at the front: "A glass of liqueur, thank you."

With difficulty, he picked out a relatively clean high stool and sat down.

"Sevenpence." The bartender was not enthusiastic at all, casually said without even glancing in this direction, and continued to focus on wiping the glass in his hand with a dirty rag.

He doesn't really want to drink now.

Yagel glanced at it in disgust, and threw out a few coins.

Because of his well-made clothes and melancholy and indifferent temperament, he was once again out of tune with the dark sailors wandering in the tavern. At first glance, he looked like a rich kid who got off a gorgeous cruise ship moored in the port.

All the people in the hall vaguely gathered malicious eyes.

Before he could get the wine glass, there was a half-bald man who was short and wretched like a mouse, leaned over familiarly, and sat down on the greasy seat next to him.

He laughed 'hehe', showing his yellow teeth: "Hi, have you heard of 'Empire of Ghosts'?"

"That was a ship traveling between Feysac and Intis. It was filled with all the wealth of a duke in the world during the time of Emperor Roselle! It sank nearby."

"Now, I have definite news, and I have already raised a total of five hundred gold pounds. With a little help from you, we can use this to increase our ranks!"

poor deception...

Yagel took the wine glass expressionlessly and ignored it.

"Well, I knew you were the same as the fifteen ignorant people before." The half-bald man said in a regretful tone, "Why don't you put it like this..."

"As long as you give me ten pounds, I will allow you to walk out of here unscathed, with your pretty little face, how about it?"

His expression suddenly darkened, and his tone suddenly changed!
At the same time, other people in the bar also looked over with interest, casting various gloating looks.

No one wanted to help.

In fact, on this sea, hatred of the rich is a blatant theme, especially for this kind of young nobleman who they think is not deeply involved in the world.

In the past, these robbers would at least find a suitable excuse, but this time, they didn't bother to hide it.

During the period of Yagel's silence, a strong man with a blue tattoo on his head stood up behind him and approached with a sneer, as if he was a threatening companion.

"Oh! Don't even think about it! When the navy finds you, your womanly face will..."

next second.

"Zheng!!!"

A sharp knife appeared in the tavern out of thin air, nailed to the wall with bright red blood.

The silver knife pierced the bald man's cheek, severely smashing his already yellow and smelly teeth, and the huge force took him flying, and the pierced cheek was pressed against the wall!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The shrill scream and the sound of blood rolling in the mouth and hitting the blade reverberated, making everyone in the tavern freeze in place and dare not move.

It seemed like he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Da da……"

The black-haired young man walked up to the twitching bald man with an expression of indifference, his footsteps sounded like a death knell.

The cup in his left hand was slightly tilted to one side, allowing the light yellow liquid inside to flow down the rim and onto the blood-stained handle of the knife.

"I respect you, for your IQ is indistinguishable from that of the murlocs."

Yagel said softly.

The bar was as silent as a cicada, only the sound of water flowing, even the bald man who was screaming did not dare to make a sound, looking trembling and terrified, for fear that the other party would kill him directly with a knife.

He should be thankful that the reward list did not give an excuse to kill him.

The black-haired young man straightened up, throwing away the empty wine glass in his hand.

Cough, I really don't think it's too dirty.

After taking the opportunity to secretly pour out the dirty wine in the glass, he leaned over slightly, picked up the black wallet that flew out from the ground, turned and left the bar.

Tonight, no one here will dare to speak loudly.

However, contrary to the crowd, a blond-haired man suddenly quietly left the bar, fearlessly following the departing terrifying figure...

(End of this chapter)