I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

  Chapter 103 Black Swan

  Putton District, Old George's Tavern.

  The warm sunshine in the afternoon shone on the empty rows of seats, and there were only two or three guests at the bar talking to each other about recent events.

  Money and women have become the topics that they can never leave.

  The idle bartender stared at the glass and carefully wiped it over and over again until it was so reflective that it was not put down.

  It was approaching the end of get off work time. It stands to reason that this place should be full of decadent customers at this time, numb their nerves with cup after cup of cheap alcohol.

  emo?

   It has long since ceased to exist. Most of the laziness of the bottom-level people is the disappointment of not getting corresponding rewards after hard work.

   But no one does this anymore. After the attack on Pulitzer Port not long ago, after the introduction of the local law, the wages and living security of the worker groups in the Leeds area have been significantly improved.

   Many factories even directly pay ordinary workers twice the usual wages, and everyone is ambitious to make money.

  Even if you don’t know how long this kind of life will last, at least you can see hope right now.

   "Dude, a milk beer."

   Sitting at the bar was a young man wearing a leather jacket, striped leggings, and studded leather boots, with an empty gun holster pinned to his waist.

  The slight bulge under the shirt reveals the perfect streamlined figure, no matter in terms of dress or style, he is quite a tough, high-quality man.

   After asking the bartender for a glass of white beer, the man gently raised the cowboy hat on his head, so that his figure looked tall enough.

   In his spare time, his eyes glanced at the unemployed dancers in the center of the stage from time to time.

   "Why is no one entrusting me?

  Could it be the right thing to do now is to light another big cigarette and swear at the bartender or the dancer with a heavy voice, but this is completely out of my temperament. "

   Tu Fu, who had been sitting here all afternoon, looked around suspiciously.

  The guests in the tavern had obviously noticed him, their eyes drifted over intentionally or unintentionally, but they just covered their mouths and smiled lightly, as if they saw something funny.

  The current situation is not the same as he imagined that the bounty hunter would take the job. According to what Tu Fu learned from the Fight Club before, if the extraordinary person is short on money, he can go to some taverns to try his luck if he wants to take the private job.

  For example, the Old Hunter Tavern in the Wood District or the Old George Tavern in the Puton District. It turns out that these taverns are the places where many extraordinary people meet.

  When some local tyrants or foreign supernatural beings ask for help, apart from going to the brotherhood, they come to try their luck in a few well-known taverns.

   It lasted for several days, and Tu Fu wanted to take advantage of the time before going to Göttinghagen to hang out in the tavern,

  I want to find an employer to accept some entrusted tasks, so as to digest the bounty hunter's potion and earn a little kroner by the way.

  Is it hard?

   "Is there something wrong with my outfit?"

   Tu Fu took another look at his figure, leather jacket, leggings, rivet boots and a cowboy hat bought from the farm for 10 pools.

  Very powerful men's four-piece suit, it is not too much to call it a "macho".

   But the strange thing is that no one came to him.

"Maybe it's because everyone is too shy. I have to be tougher." Tu Fu picked up the glass of milky white milk beer he just ordered in front of him in confusion, thinking about how to find fault with the bartender later. Reasonable.

  Milk beer tastes sour and sweet, and has a light milky taste, which is very refreshing.

  He likes the taste, and every time he comes to the tavern, he likes to order a cup of this cheap children's drink.

   May I ask who can say no to sour and sweet sparkling wine.

  The glass window of the Old George Tavern is facing the center of the bar counter, and the situation inside can be seen clearly from the outside.

  Tu Fu just picked up his wine glass, when a middle-aged man in a black windbreaker outside the door passed this familiar route, he subconsciously stopped in front of this tavern, but did not intend to go in.

   It seems to be remembering some past events.

  The nostalgic gaze of the middle-aged man paused for a short while, and soon became firm again.

  He retracted his eyes and was about to leave, when he saw the man in the macho suit drinking milk beer out of the corner of his eye.

   It was really hard for him not to be noticed. Such a special outfit made Tu Fu shine as if he was shining among the crowd in the tavern.

   "Tu Fu."

   "Roman."

   It was also a coincidence, the two of them inadvertently focused their sights inside and outside the tavern, and after a moment of surprise, they called each other's name at the same time.

  Now that we met an acquaintance, such an interesting opportunity made Roman Richard subconsciously walk in with steady steps, "It seems that we also met here last time."

   "That's true if I remember correctly."

  This old acquaintance of Tu Fu is very clean today, and he is in a good state of mind.

  He shaved off all the beards on all the chins, and made a pretty good haircut. The most important thing is that Roman doesn't smell the slightest bit of perfume or alcohol.

  Maybe after experiencing what happened last time, he has some insights.

  Mr. Hawkins, who was listening to the Orderer at the time, said that the chief knight of the black swan locked himself in the confinement room for a long time without eating or drinking, and almost tortured himself to death.

   It seems that with his current spirit, he should have come out of the haze of that incident.

  Roman Richard paused for a while on the clothes on his body before he said slowly, "Long time no see, I don't know what to call it, Tufu the Extraordinary? The founder of optics? Or Professor Capet?

  Man, maybe you will become a respected scholar in the future, maybe you don't want to hear this sentence, but this is a good choice, at least it is much easier than the path of shit. "

   Presumably Roman already knew about his double-slit experiment and being admitted to the University of Michigan, so he used a tone of experience to persuade him.

   "What do you want, rum? Volt? Or a glass of sweet milk beer." Tu Fu easily took off his hat, and instead of answering his question directly, he looked at the other party with a smile.

   "No, I don't need to drink this kind of thing anymore. It's really a good thing. It numbs my brain and temporarily forgets some pain, but I still have to face it every time I wake up."

   "You seem to have changed a lot." Tu Fu praised.

   "You have to mature."

  Roman stretched out his body when he spoke, and his upright and straight back made him look very tall. The chief knight who had experienced ups and downs squeezed a smile on his face,

   "So what are you doing here? Let me guess, dancing, drinking, waiting... no, it's not right.

  Oh, could it be that you got promoted? No wonder you came to Old Joel's Tavern, I guess you must be playing a bounty hunter who is about to accept commissions? "

   Randomly combining several existing clues to piece together, this former genius transcendent has already guessed the situation with a good degree of accuracy.

  Roman kept staring at the other person's eyes while talking, and after eliminating several wrong answers in a row, he understood Tu Fu's plan with his keen eyes.

   "It's great to be young, with endless potential, and full of longing for the future. I was similar to you at that time. Frankly speaking, every time I see you, it's like looking in a mirror. I can always see my own shadow."

   "I can't understand what you're saying."

  Tu Fu shook his head. Although he doesn't care about being found out as a superhuman now, he still doesn't want to be found out so easily by the other party.

   Besides... I am much more handsome than you.

   "It's nothing, maybe we will have a chance to meet in the future, I wrote an application to the Holy Church in Göttinghagen, and plan to transfer there in the near future? If you encounter any troubles there in the future, just come to me."

  Roman whistled in a relaxed manner. He missed the feeling of sitting in this tavern, especially with a little guy dressed in imitation of an old-fashioned hero beside him, which always reminded him of his old friend.

   "Then I will take it seriously."

Tu Fu suddenly smiled, he didn't know why the other party said this to him, and quietly sipped the glass of milk beer: "Speaking of which, you have changed a lot recently, is it the same as the rumored incident in Pritz Harbor? related?"

"Yeah, that's definitely the craziest thing I've ever done. People like me hate things that require taking risks. Fighting cultists or higher-level guys, or watching your companions lose control It's disgusting.

  It really **** to not be in control of these things, but since I chose this path in the first place, I was destined to face some difficulties. I don't want to be as powerless as last time, I hate that feeling so much that nothing can change it. "

  Roman narrowed his eyes slightly, but also clenched his fists, always brooding over the fact that the evil **** came and he was unable to recover.

   "Actually, if you deal with such a thing with your strength, it's okay even if you run away, and who will blame you." If he couldn't use the power of that ship, Tu Fu would never risk his life to interfere in that matter.

  The scenes of people like Roman, Keby, and Hawkins going to death one after another are moving. They finally reached Sequence 7, just to get involved with the evil **** for a while. Anyway, he will kill many people in the end. What's the point?

"Yes, I thought about it for a long time at that time, and I really thought about getting rid of this mess and running away. That matter is beyond my ability to solve it. I guess I should be the most afraid of death among those people at that time. bit."

  Roman was very frank, bluntly expressing his dirty thoughts at that time.

   "But why didn't you run in the end?"

"because this."

  Roman smiled and gently opened the clothes on his chest. There were two signs there, one of which was the sword and shield badge of the police system, and the other was the Goddess of Wisdom's Medal of the Extraordinary Squad

"Black Swan?"

   And Tu Fu looked at another thing, which was the black swan emblem of the Church of the Goddess of Wisdom, a lonely black swan floating alone on the water surface.

   "Remember that story I mentioned earlier? When the swan was an ugly duck, it never imagined that it would one day turn into a swan."

  “I have heard this story, but I always think that they are descendants of swans, and the result is not the same whether they work hard or not.”

  Tu Fu still maintains this view.

  Roman chuckled lightly, noncommittal, "Even if it's like what you said, I think it's necessary for an ugly duck like this to go through those hardships when he grows up.

   But more importantly, those ugly ducks that have turned into black swans will definitely guard the ducklings that have not yet grown up until the day they thrive.

  The same is true for extraordinary people, who have experienced pain, torture and unknown madness, and finally become a beautiful black swan to protect those who are like themselves.

  This is actually the purpose of Black Swan. "

  Roman looked into Tu Fu's eyes very seriously, and answered his question, "You just asked me why I didn't leave."

   "I have nothing to fear because of them."

  He places his palms on two different badges, the police badge and the black swan badge.

  They are at the front of the dimly lit tavern,

   shine brightly.

  …

  1492, August 15th.

  The admission notices from the University of Göttinghagen and Miskalstark University came faster than expected, and they were sent directly to No. 64, Crescent Street.

  Compared to Sophie's thin notice, the mail from the Villedo area is a bulging bag.

  In addition to the notice, there is also a thick stack of discount coupons, transportation cards, debit cards... All the conditions and secrets that Tu Fu issued are accepted.

   Before I knew it, it was time to leave.

  The house on Crescent Street was sold a few days ago, and my aunt asked for a sum of money from the Anfeier family. The Winsters have five thousand crowns in their hands, which is all the family's current savings.

  It is undoubtedly a gamble to pin all hopes on Göttinghagen to make a big splash, but going to the capital to work hard is a gamble in life for anyone.

   "Honey, I think it's time for us to leave."

  Uncle Ethan, who has completed the transfer procedures, is standing at the door of the house with a large half-height suitcase in his hand, and next to him is Sophie who is still struggling with what to bring.

   "Please wait for me a little longer."

  Her suitcase was already full, and some messy things about occultism were placed everywhere, but after repeated squeezing, there were still things that could not be taken away.

  Ms. Winster had two things in front of her. One was a witch bottle that she made successfully for the first time, and the other was a wind-up teddy bear that was already rusty.

  But the remaining space in the box can only hold one, and she has to make a choice.

  Time passed bit by bit, and Mr. Winster had already begun to stamp his feet impatiently, seriously emphasizing that the train tickets they bought would leave soon.

"Ok."

  Finally, Sophie made a decision. After thinking about it for a long time, she reluctantly looked at a handicraft she had made.

   Finally, the white palm reached out to the ugly, rusty wind-up bear toy, and stuffed it into the last place of the suitcase.

  Although there is nothing good about it, it is ordinary, mediocre, even yellowed and old with time, and it is inconspicuous among a pile of exquisite toys, and no one wants to look at it.

  Some things are very good, but she doesn't like them.

Just as Miss Winston finished making this decision and was about to leave, an impatient male voice rang out in the room, "Recently I have been doing triathlons to hone myself, and it was only now that I realized that waiting for Miss Winston to pack my luggage is the most important thing." The most will-strengthening thing."

  The careless Tufu walked in, and made Sophie very angry with his unique sense of humor.

  The sharp-eyed Tu Fu noticed the witch bottle thrown on the ground at a glance, and yelled: "My God, why are there still things I didn't bring? Fortunately, there is still a little space in my bag."

  The witty Tu Fu had already loaded those heavy books and the inconvenient revolver onto the ghost ship in advance. When he left, let alone such a small witch bottle, he wanted to pack all the tables, chairs and benches of Winster’s house.

  Only children make choices, adults always want them all.

   After finishing speaking, he put the gadget back into his bag, and followed the Winsters outside without looking back under Sophie's surprised eyes.

   After taking care of everything, the family quickly rushed to the train platform in a carriage.

  Accompanied by the turbulent crowd, when a huge locomotive with black steam billowed out from the track of the station, while the steel monster stopped, they followed the crowd to their seat numbers.

  Before leaving, every member of the Winston family gazed affectionately at this land that has lived for many years and carried countless memories and stories.

   Eyes full of love.

   (End of Volume 1)

   ps: I like this chapter very much, how about you?

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