Romance of Gods

Chapter 128 Pirates I

Near the busy and chaotic Thames Harbor, there are a few streets that are always brightly lit, dedicated to beating the dark fog into bad maple syrup.

There are rows of pubs here, providing cheap entertainment for workers, gangsters and other low-income people.

The red-haired prostitute from Amsterdam and the black silk people who were plundered here through the triangular trade were all standing coolly at the door of the tavern.

They hang pear-shaped kerosene lamp strips all over their bodies. Under the heat of the flames, their bodies turn into squirming glowing moray eels, attracting male customers with thick chest hair.

Which one has the brightest front door will mean which one has the best business. There is no doubt that it is the "Nightingale Tavern".

Because the tavern owner was barely an honest man, the liqueur he sold was only mixed with a small amount of water.

Maggie's Apartment is not far from the Nightingale Tavern, about two kilometers away.

Chen Yan went out and strolled leisurely on the stone road filled with sewage.

When passing through the alley, the sound of boots hitting the ground was very clear.

This voice attracted the attention of interested people on the roadside, "Quick! Hand over your wallet, clothes, and butt!"

Four skinny homeless men, holding the sharpened old boat planks in their hands, stood in front of Chen Yan and prepared to rob him.

Chen Yan randomly kicked out, and the tip of his boot was like a life-threatening knife, piercing the leader's throat with a pop.

The thigh muscles were as tight as iron, and the calf swung upwards.

The body hanging on his feet immediately flew out lightly and landed with a bang at the entrance of the alley. There was another corpse on the road that needed to be burned.

The remaining three people screamed strangely in unison, and sat on the ground fearfully, staring at the tall black figure towering in front of them in fear.

Although killing people is nothing new on the streets of London today, this is the first time I have seen such decisiveness.

Chen Yan has no psychological burden. In this case, solving the trouble itself is far cheaper than simply solving the problem.

"Are you blind? Haven't you noticed that the person you want to rob is the captain of the Alara! The great pirate!"

A drunken voice sounded from not far away. Chen Yanxun looked around and saw a homeless man with gray curly hair sitting against the wall. There was a mole on his chin the size of a baby's fist.

[Li·46 years old·Tramp]

The three robbers had never heard of the captain of the Alala, but these words relieved them. They kowtowed to Chen Yan a few times and dispersed in a hurry.

"you know me?"

Chen Yan looked at Li who was walking towards him and asked in a deep voice.

Today is the first day of the novel. His main goal is to get more useful information and talk to people who know him. It will never go wrong.

Li said respectfully: "You are a well-known figure in the neighborhood. If I don't even know you, then I don't have to hang around here."

Chen Yan nodded, "It seems that you are very well-informed. May I ask where I can contact people from the church?"

Li was stunned for a moment and said with a sneer: "I'm sorry, Mr. Captain, I don't know about this. You know, heaven and the bitch's house have one thing in common, that is, they are not open to the poor... However, if you are rich enough, they We will find you immediately."

What he said was the same as what he didn't say. Chen Yan didn't intend to waste any more time.

Just as he was about to leave, Li Buyi stopped him again and said, "Mr. Captain, I actually want to do a business with you. Can you lend me ten gold coins? I promise that I will return it to you tomorrow."

"You want to rob me too?"

Seeing the hidden meaning behind Chen Yan's words, Li trembled. Thinking of the homeless man he had just kicked to death, he quickly shook his head, "Sorry... I disturbed you..."

Chen Yan smiled and walked forward quickly.

If he borrows and repays, he will not be stingy with ten gold coins.

But now he not only doesn't have half a copper, he doesn't even have a tomorrow.

He was just spending 24 hours over and over again.

Watching Chen Yan leave, Li sighed helplessly, rubbed the black wrinkles on his chin, turned around and walked away.

After passing two more intersections, you can reach the Nightingale Tavern. When he was about to turn right, Chen Yan's ears twitched and he slowed down.

Someone was running quickly this way, breathing rapidly, and he subconsciously felt the aura of danger.

Staying vigilant and opening his eyes, he took a step forward and stood at the middle point of the intersection. When he followed the sound and looked around, he gasped in a daze.

Chen Yan seemed to see a mercury mirror of the same height appearing at the end of the alley on the right, moving quickly towards him.

He saw his reflection in the mirror.

"Are you Mr. Chen Yan?"

The repeated inquiries came from far away, and Chen Yan came back to his senses and took a closer look.

It was his mistake. What was running toward him was not a mirror, but a tall young Chinese man.

His face was sharp and handsome, and his eyebrows and eyebrows were somewhat similar to mine. Perhaps it was because of this that he was dazzled.

[Zhang Bulu·28 years old·Gardener]

Zhang Bulu was sweating profusely and his steps were sloppy. It was obvious that he had run a long way.

He actually knows himself, a gardener, what is his background?
While Chen Yan was thinking, Zhang Bulu collapsed on his knees a few meters in front of him, gasping for air like a broken bellows.

"Are you... Mr. Chen Yan..."

Facing his question again, Chen Yan nodded with confusion and replied: "Yes, I am Chen Yan."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bru's facial features, which were twisted together due to fatigue, stretched out like a female spider laying eggs.

He smiled with relief: "I finally found you! Go to Lesk Manor quickly, there is treasure there! Go to Lesk Manor quickly..."

Leske Manor?
Chen Yan was even more confused for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Who asked you to come to me?"

"Who is it..." Zhang Bulu was about to say something, but his smile froze, and his expression suddenly fell into unspeakable chaos.

He stood up in a daze, then walked, turned around and walked back and forth. Chen Yan raised his feet and was about to catch up, when a rotten silver violet vine suddenly spread in his palm.

Zhang Bulu took out a Suifa pistol wrapped in gorgeous silver jewelry and put his finger on the trigger.

Seeing this, Chen Yan's body quickly staggered away, and Mo Dao suddenly appeared, its blade swaying and rolling black mist.

Bang, the fire snake swallowed and sizzled, and Zhang Bulu's hair began to burn.

He still maintained his standing posture, his temples were stained with blood and erosion, his head was pierced by lead bullets, and the violet musket was spinning under his splayed feet.

Damn... committed suicide?
In an instant, it seemed as if the entire London fog had covered Chen Yan's forehead.

An inexplicable strangeness hit him, sending chills down his spine.

What the hell is going on?
He suddenly had a feeling that the seemingly peaceful Judgment Day in the daytime might be more mysterious and unpredictable than the Kingdom of Thorns that fell at night.

Lesk Manor... Chen Yan searched through the images and found no records related to them.

He picked up the pistol and hurried to the Nightingale Tavern.

The gunshots that suddenly rang out in the alley did not cause any ripples in the neighborhood except to scare away a few rats that were eating carrion.

In the Nightingale Tavern, the bartender Jin dressed up like a circus clown in preparation for the upcoming Christmas.

He was shaking a glass of milk behind the bar, and the wooden decoration in the tavern exuded an intoxicating yellow light.

The firewood in the fireplace was almost burning out, and several sleeping fighting dogs in the cage were trembling.

The floor was full of hungover men and women, and a few half-drunk men were sitting on the sofa, drinking beer and laughing wildly.

On the stage in front of them, three men with bruises and swollen faces, like broken looms, danced stiffly in a striptease.

"welcome!"

The delicate laughter rang together with the bell tied to the door.

Chen Yan pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and walked in surrounded by the girls.

"Welcome! Mr. Captain!"

Jin smiled, spread his arms and said.

[Jin·53 years old·Bartender]

I really wonder if the drinkers here have buckets of swill stuffed in their crotches, and the room is filled with unpleasant body odor.

Chen Yan rubbed his nose and just raised the corner of his mouth to say hello.

The men on the stage immediately started making noise like chickens and ducks, raising their arms and waving to him.

"Boss! Help us!"

"Oh my god! Captain, we are finally waiting for you!"

Several men in front of the sofa turned around and saw Chen Yan in pirate uniform. They all smiled disdainfully and turned their eyes to continue watching the show.

The faces of the three gigolos came into Chen Yan's eyes, corresponding to the images in his mind. They were his three crew members: Bob, David, and Liquor.

From the information he received, these three were his most loyal subordinates, and they were also the least capable.

Because of this, they gained the qualification to stay on the ship by flattering themselves.

The unknown location of the church, the man who committed suicide for no apparent reason, the Lex Manor, the treasure... now there are a few more things.

Chen Yan's face darkened and he did not take action for the time being. He first came to the bar to understand the cause and effect.

"what happened?"

Jin smiled, pushed him a glass of milk, and whispered: "Those men are from the chimney gathering. Several of your crew members stole their property not long ago, but they were discovered, and then it became like this."

The Chimney Rally, the prototype of the London gang.

The rapid development of industry, the successive outbreaks of war, and disorderly rule provided a breeding ground for evil to sprout.

These people make a living by extorting small workshop owners, workers, and residents. They are a force that cannot be underestimated on the banks of the Thames.

After learning the cause and effect, Chen Yan turned around and shouted: "You are pirates, making money by stealing, how despicable!"

Hearing this, the three wine barrels lowered their heads in shame.

"cheers!"

The chimney men laughed even harder. One of them, a man in tight pants wearing a black velvet jacket and a brown sweater, stood up. His wavy shirt collar trembled, and he looked like a proud rooster.

The rooster drunkenly mocked: "Look! This is the savior you have been waiting for! Oh... the pirate captain who rides the wind and waves has begun to show weakness to us! Captain, if you are willing to lick my shoes, I will be happy to let your crew go." .”

Chen Yan moved his shoulders, stood up and walked towards him. The crew members lowered their heads, not wanting to see what happened next.

The chimney men stood up and walked around behind the sofa. Rooster stretched out one leg. Chen Yan had already walked in front of them and stopped.

Just when they were about to have fun, something unexpected happened.

A crack, a violent sound of broken bones suddenly sounded, the rooster's face was like a crushed ripe tomato, and blood splashed out.

But the people on the side didn't see clearly who was punching, they only felt a cold wind blowing on their faces, and then dissipated.

"Pirates... need to rob."

Chen Yan glanced at his blood-red fist and calmly looked at the other chimney men.

(End of this chapter)