Crimson Servant

Chapter 114 Slave Warrior

The Sea Dog Tavern was crowded at night, so John and Barnes chose a corner spot.

"You discovered the problem? So we just did nothing?" The warlock was very upset about Barnes' indifference. This was related to a trial, and there was no room for error in John's eyes, but in the end, Barnes was more concerned. The preserves pie with cider on the table.

"What can we do?" Barnes asked, twirling his fingertips, "We need a ship and let Norbrion Chamber of Commerce give us a worse one? Relax, we are only responsible for getting it Drive out. The problems and hidden dangers that follow will sink into the sea together with the morning star."

John still has reservations about Barnes's answer, but he can't think of a better solution at the moment, and as the captain mentioned before, John is completely unable to make decisions for him on navigational matters.

The two stopped talking, and there was a slight silence in the noisy atmosphere. The noise from the exchanges at other tables began to flow into his ears. John covered his forehead, and the purple-red flashed in his eyes. The psychic fluctuations isolated the noise, but the telepathy seemed to detect some key information. As John thought, his consciousness separated a small part, like a pipe traveling through the void, continuously moving to the source of the information.

[Have you heard...someone saw a meteor falling into the sea...]

[I heard that it was caused by earthquakes... treasures on the seabed surfaced...]

[On the outskirts of the Chaotic Sea...it seems worth exploring...]

【Are you crazy? There is a chaotic sea area...]

[Just a peripheral look... a cursory look... maybe we can make a fortune if we find some gold and silver jewelry...]

His rough fingers traced the wound on the right side of his face. They didn't recognize Adelaic's slave mark. This feeling was strange and novel. Maybe this was the desired result of what he did. Raven forced herself to ignore the suppressed unhappiness in her heart and accept the various thoughts that arose during this long chase.

John and Barnes have gotten together.

Raven chewed the unfamiliar taste in his mouth, the humid hot wind, the fearful sight, the chaotic sounds caused by excitement, and the smell of sweat in the air. The unusual impression this land left on Raven made him understand more deeply the differences between himself and Levipool. This uneasiness reminded Raven of his childhood and the urgency of completing the difficult tasks ordered by his master in order to survive. .

Raven hated thinking, it was like a fruit that tasted disgusting but was nutritious. His body was used to making choices that were beneficial to him, so he could only taste the bitter taste in his mouth. Twice in the numb life of this slave warrior, he had been overcome with emotion, once to betray her, and now, to rescue her.

After he sat down again, he felt regretful. His goal was obviously at sea, and his behavior just now had most likely offended some potential sea companions, making the already bad situation even worse.

The mark on Raven's face often burns hot at night, warning the humble slave that the noble mistress is in danger. The connection between master and servant pointed the direction to Raven, and he could vaguely feel the general location of the shell ship that abducted her in the chaotic sea.

The excitement of the engraving and the inner turmoil were aroused by the stupid remarks of the adventurers at the same table. Raven turned all his impulses into anger and shouted at their greedy thoughts.

The captain looked at where the figure stood just now, as if there was still an afterimage of that person in his eyes, "I think we all have some new ideas."

[No, there are no treasures there, only scams and catastrophes. 】

The whole tavern seemed to be silent for a moment because of his actions. Then he looked around, realized the commotion he had caused, sat down again, and the noise started again.

……

The last voice carried a strong and firm warning, like a powerful roar at the spiritual level, which almost broke John's consciousness. The movement caused in reality was not small. The sound was like a trembling thunder, and a tall figure like an iron tower stood on the other side of the two long tables. He wears a black cloak, carries a long sword on his back, and has a sharp face. There is an obvious black mark on the exposed right cheek, which makes his gloomy appearance even more sinister.

John and Barnes said in unison: "He's a natural front rower/rig sailor."

Raven closed her eyes tightly and swallowed the food on the plate wholeheartedly, letting the unpleasant taste hit her stomach in revenge.

Despite his poor condition, Raven was still aware of the two strange men appearing at the table opposite him. The man in the three-cornered hat smiled at him, revealing his dark yellow teeth stained with food residue. As for the other one, the eyes of the shadowy man in a robe showed an oppression that was completely opposite to his thin body.

Raven stared at them coldly and continued to deal with the food with an expressionless expression. Barnes didn't keep him waiting long.

"We just happened to hear your boring conclusion about the Chaotic Sea. The interesting thing is that our ideas are surprisingly consistent."

Barnes tried to find the slightest hint of interested feedback in those dark eyes, but found none. He cursed in his heart and continued: "You know what? The so-called fate is unpredictable, but sometimes you put some seemingly inappropriate things together, and the result can explode into something amazing. It's like... Fish and potato pie..."

"What?" Raven stared at Barnes. His expression was as if he was sure he could understand what he meant, but obviously he didn't.

"The thing you eat in your mouth," John reminded at the side, "is called fish and potato pie, and it is a specialty here."

"Oh." Raven put down the leftover meal whose shape he couldn't distinguish. "You're right, it's shockingly unpalatable."

Barnes' eyebrows began to twitch, and he realized that he had encountered another troublesome person. If he continued to use his own words to communicate with this confused man, he was completely asking for trouble. Fortunately, he was not alone.

"You have observed those sailors for a long time. Your clothes are very unique, heavy and cumbersome, and are not suitable for going into the water. And the only words you said at this chatty and bragging party were related to the chaotic sea." John completely Ignoring Raven's expression, he continued to analyze, "The attitude of the locals in Levipur towards that place is not that they talk about it and avoid it, but it's not much better. How did you, a foreigner, get the news about that place?" Yes. Obviously, you have searched for information purposefully."

"Barnes is right. Although the combination of sea potato pie tastes terrible, the chef who invented it must have seen the possibility of complementing each other in these ingredients. Now let's see if we have anything in common."

"Knowing the dangers of the Chaos Sea and having to go there."

Raven looked at the young man with a calm face. He had the aura of a powerful and commanding man, a temperament that Raven was familiar with and disliked. The anger in the warrior's heart was aroused, and Raven raised his eyebrows, glaring at John with the most ferocious expression.

John did not retreat. The surging killing intent in the warrior was like a breeze to him. The warlock's reaction was recognized by the warrior, and Raven's preference for the possibilities described by John increased.

"I need sailors skilled enough to match my combat skills."

John nodded and introduced Barnes beside him.

"His name is Barnes, one of the best captains."

"What about you?" Raven's trust in Barnes is not high. After all, Barnes' demeanor is far from what Raven expected.

"I'm a mage." John avoided the easy matter, but Raven's keen intuition did not let him go.

"Are you a landlubber too?"

"I..." Raven's eyes locked on John's, and even the gentlest changes would appear in the warrior's sight. "I have the ability to make up for my flaws."

Me too, Raven thought. But empathy is not a reason to persuade yourself.

"I'm sorry, but going to sea is very important to me, and I have to be fully prepared."

Raven left his seat and walked out of the tavern.

(End of this chapter)