Crimson Servant

Chapter 111 Reunion of old friends

In the coastal area of ​​​​Haven, the horizon is a dull lead-grey sky. The waves slapped the salty smell on the embankment, algae soaked under the wooden steps, and clothes and dried fish that couldn't get rid of the rotten smell were hung out to dry on the side of the damp street. Even in the morning, lively shouting and laughter can be heard in the tavern. The sailors who have nowhere to vent vent their energy on alcohol, gambling and women, just like the crazy storm on the sea.

In the dark alley, a figure in black was trading with a dirty homeless man, and the cracked finger pointed a direction to the black figure. He first observed the pointed low building, the closed windows and the messy flowers that were left unattended on the window sill. He smiled at the man who took the silver coins and retracted his hand and said, "It looks right, thank you."

The man with a slovenly beard muttered in a low voice: "Remember to take the side building, that is the harbor master's house, be careful of eyes watching you."

The shadow nodded gratefully, walked up the steps to the low building, took off his hood in front of the door, and John Kemp knocked gently on the door.

About ten minutes later, hurried footsteps approached the door. The door was slightly opened, and a beautiful woman with wild hair wearing a light robe appeared through the crack of the door. Her face was rosy, and after seeing John's face clearly, her expression became alert and a little confused.

"Now turn around and leave. As the harbormaster's wife, I can pretend I didn't see you, kid." the woman said threateningly.

John showed what he thought was a friendly smile and stretched out his hand to stop the woman from closing the door.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm looking for Barnes..."

"You've found the wrong person. There is no one named Barnes here." The woman tried to resist the hand that was holding the door, but the boy's white palm was as stable as an anchor, and she couldn't help but Feeling annoyed, he was about to snap.

"Barnes, I need you to help me go to the Chaotic Sea..."

Not paying attention to the stiff expression of the harbor master's wife, John continued: "By the way, my good friend also has a habit of calling women under the age of thirty-five 'sweethearts' for his flirtatious lovers. And those over thirty-five years old, he will call them..."

"...He may have given himself a false name. Please think carefully, have you ever seen a man wearing a black three-cornered hat, with wheat-colored skin, eyes so dark that they look like eyeliner, simple clothes, slutty behavior, and a smile? A six-foot-tall man with evil charm."

Thump thump thump thump thump thump…

It seems that he has not sobered up yet, John said calmly; "I am John Kemp."

"Oh, thank you." There was foam at the corner of Barnes's mouth, his eyes were half-closed, looking at this enthusiastic citizen who helped, and after a long time he said, "Oh my God, you look so familiar, we Have you seen it somewhere?"

The two raised their heads and happened to see the harbor master's wife standing in front of the window and spitting, and then slammed the window shut with such force that it seemed like it could shake the entire low building.

John Kemp picked up his three-cornered hat from the stairs, dusted it off, and handed it to Barnes with a smile.

A shirtless man who looked exactly like John's description rolled out of the door while carrying his clothes and leather boots. He hit his head on the support column of the stairs and rolled to the first floor using every part of his body.

"John Camp? John Camp?! John Camp?!" Barnes kept repeating it as if he was reciting a tongue twister, his eyes still confused. He took a few steps and bang! A flowerpot was smashed in front of Barnes.

John cared nothing for the libertine and his affair, and patiently repeated his wishes, making sure that Barnes understood every word.

John noticed that the woman's stiff face was starting to turn blue, as if she had eaten a piece of rancid cheese. He retreated quietly, and the door closed with a bang, followed by a woman's roar and the sound of pots and pans being smashed.

"Goodbye! My heart! Even though it was so rough, the sweetness last night made me still love you so much!" Barnes waved enthusiastically towards the closed window, turned around and whispered to John, "Oh, they are so fickle."

"My darling~" A lazy man's voice came from the back of the room, with a drowsy yawn, "You haven't come back yet~"

Barnes got up dizzily, hurriedly put on his boots, walked a few steps, walked in a circle like a lame man, then held on to the wall and began to vomit.

"Chaotic sea!" the captain screamed. He jumped back as if in fear and staggered into a fruit stand on the roadside. Before the stall owner caught him, he climbed up the haystacks built on the edge of the hotel. At the highest point, he excitedly announced loudly: "No one can take me to that damn place, not even John Camp!!!"

The commotion caused by Barnes disturbed the nearby residents. Just to his side, an angry window opened and hit his face. He immediately fell backwards and fell.

By the time John got around to the other side, there was no sign of Barnes around. Ten minutes later.

Slowly pulling out from behind Haven's hay wagon.

Barnes lifted up the thatch on his body and stuck his head out. His eyes were clear as he watched the gate of Haven slowly shrink.

"John Kemp, the trouble boy is here to trouble me."

Barnes wiped the green apple on the inner collar of his shirt and ate it.

That little lunatic who worships the evil god will definitely cause me big trouble, Barnes murmured in his heart, meeting him is really unlucky for eight lifetimes. Hurry up and run away. With my troublesome physique and his self-inflicted trouble, we will definitely be a big trouble together. Even if we don't die, we will lose some skin.

"Damn it, I haven't enjoyed it enough, my darling." Barnes couldn't help but think of the beauty that seemed like a dream last night. How could he not know that it must be John Camp who ruined his good deeds, that cunning and insidious evil man? The magician must have framed him again.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he decided to move as soon as possible. He found a deserted intersection and jumped out of the carriage.

Barnes looked at the simple road signs left by the business travelers and easily decided to make Levipool his next target.

"If you want to find a tavern, I can also play a guest role as a bard."

"We also need to find a ship, a big ship that goes out to sea."

A familiar voice sounded next to him. Barnes lowered his arms and turned to the black-robed figure who appeared at an unknown time in preparation, looking at John in frustration.

"When was the tracking started?"

"When I gave you the hat." John pointed to the hat on Barnes' head. A drop of bright red blood dripped from the brim and jumped onto John's finger.

"My ship was lost not long ago, and all the crew members are dead."

"It doesn't matter, you can find it again. I trust your ability."

Barnes took off his three-cornered hat and stroked the surface of the hat unhappily.

"In my opinion, you don't deserve the reward for my work." Barnes made a decision in his mind. No matter how much money John promised, he would grit his teeth and remain indifferent. As long as the money was enough, life was more important.

As a result, John just raised his finger.

"As a reward, does settling them count?"

In the direction of John's finger, there was a mercenary team with well-equipped weapons. Their shining swords showed that they were coming with bad intentions. From the approaching direction, it could be roughly judged that they were coming from Haven.

"Maybe they were just passing by, or they came for you..." Barnes said this, and his body honestly hid behind John.

John smiled cheerfully.

"Or maybe he's here to hunt the harbormaster's wife's little sweetheart."

(End of this chapter)