Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 391 “Fire Flame” Daniz

This……

Angel instantly understood that Klein was playing up his image as a "crazy adventurer", but his manner and rhetoric made him look more like a jealous gangster than an adventurer...

Jealousy...

She laughed secretly at first, and then realized that she was no longer in Tingen City, not Backlund, but above the Five Seas. Her identity was not "Nighthawk" Angel or "Witch" Irene, but with the crazy adventurer Angelica for company.

So, the way you tried to secretly infect the other person with a serious illness just now doesn't seem to be in line with your current identity and code of conduct?

Smiling secretly, Klein didn't act well and he was the one who didn't understand the situation...

Thinking this, Angel looked at the bartender behind the bar, who was staring at the "sweet lemons" that could sell for 12 pounds. They were overturned on the bar, and the sweet and sour cocktail dripped all over the floor.

"How much money will Admiral Hell get for sending Ludwell's informant to the Navy?"

She pointed at the lifted Logan and asked calmly.

"……no, he is not……"

"I am! You are going to die soon..."

The bartender's words were interrupted by "Sea Eagle" Logan. The strong man was picked up by Klein, who was smaller in height and weight than him, with one hand, and he spoke in a menacing manner with difficulty.

Before he finished speaking, Klein's left hand wearing "Creeping Hunger" hit Logan's double chin with an uppercut. The huge force sent him flying up a short distance, and then he fell back into the chair heavily. on the ground, crushing the fragile wooden chair to pieces.

This ferocious blow even frightened Angel a little. She turned her head and looked at Klein, who was cracking his knuckles under his gloves one by one. When Logan, whose mouth was full of blood, slowly got up, he spit out a few fallen pellets. teeth.

"I'm..." "Bang!"

"Hell..." "Bang!"

"Luther..." "Bang!"

Three punches in a row, left, right, and upper, made Logan's cheeks swell up quickly. Finally, he was hit by another uppercut and flew away. He jumped over the half-height bar and the dumbfounded bartender, and fell into the On the shelf filled with all kinds of inferior wine, the glass bottles fell to the ground with a clattering sound and stopped moving.

Then, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if nothing happened just now, Klein turned his gaze to the bartender.

Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, the bartender swallowed hard and said:

"My boss is a 'white shark'."

Who is that……

Angel subconsciously asked, "How much bounty is he worth?"

"I said, he is not Ludwell's informant, that is just the news he spread himself. Even the navy sailor was hired with money..."

"I asked how much the White Shark was worth."

The bartender swallowed the rest of his words. His eyes widened and he couldn't believe that someone dared to take advantage of his boss.

Two guards with broad shoulders and round arms on the first floor of the bar also strode closer. "Sea Eagle" Logan was not one of their people, but this bartender and the shelf of wine behind him were worth a lot of money.

Seeing the help arriving, the bartender became more confident. He did not answer Angel's question, but pointed to the wine glass originally containing "Sweet Lemon" and said:

"If I were you, I would just pay the money for Sweet Lemon, compensate for all the losses, and then get out of here before my boss comes, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes blurred. After a few "bang bang" sounds of punches hitting the flesh, the two guards he relied on fell to the ground. The man and woman returned to the bar, like Never moved.

“So, how much is the ‘White Shark’ worth?”

The man wearing a half-top hat asked softly. The fist that had just knocked over Logan and the guard was loosening and tightening, as if he was eager to hit the bartender in the face. The latter's whole body stiffened, and for the first time he had doubts about whether his boss "White Shark" could resolve the matter.

"He, he is a good man who abides by the law and has never been rewarded..."

He finally decided to throw away the harsh words he used to scare the drinkers and answer honestly.

"Four pounds a cup, eh?"

Angel asked in imitation of Klein's provocative low tone just now, then stretched out his hand, grabbed the bartender's collar and pulled him towards him, and held his head down in the eyes of the other person who looked a little surprised and a little scared. It hit the bar.

"Boom-"

The bartender's round face hit the somewhat old bar table with a muffled sound, sawdust flew everywhere, and the "precious" sweet lemon splashed far away with blood, attracting cheers from the surrounding drinkers.

They suddenly discovered that the entire bar was out of order, with guards, bartenders, and even the usually domineering "Sea Eagle" Logan lying on the ground.

The drunkards, dazzled by alcohol, blood and violence, immediately started a commotion.

Amidst the noise and before more guards arrived, Angel and Klein quickly left the bar where the order was out of control, ran quickly on the dim street, and quickly entered an alley to confirm that no one was following them.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　——

Angel let out a long breath, her face still blushing after exercise. Her heartbeat was speeding up, her body was hot, and she was extremely excited. Before that, she could be regarded as a truly "law-abiding" person and rarely took the initiative to engage in violent acts. Today, under the influence of "Gehrman Sparrow", she beat up the guards and the bartender, which was quite a bit... The refreshing feeling of excitement and worry that breaks the inner confinement.

"It's a pity that I didn't ask for any information, but according to Captain Ireland, there shouldn't be much truth in the information in the bar."

"Try another bar?"

"Those words you just said..."

"Ahem...is there something wrong?"

The two slowed down and walked in the dark alley, discussing each other. The crimson moon above their heads occasionally poked its head out of the clouds, spreading dim moonlight to their feet.

Suddenly, Angel stopped, and she heard footsteps that did not belong to the two of them behind her.

The stalker...is he a subordinate of "White Shark" or another drinker? There can't be any official Beyonders in such a small place, right?

She thought quickly and signaled to Klein. The latter understood and stood still, but the sound of suddenly accelerating footsteps still echoed in the alley, and he quickly moved away in the direction they were going. That was the "Magician" Created illusions.

The pursuer behind also quickened his pace and ran into the alley in a few steps. It was a man wearing a black cloak. His eyebrows were burnt yellow, but his eyes were bright dark blue. As soon as he took a few steps, he found himself standing in front of him. The target he was tracking suddenly stopped.

This was the drinker in "Flying Fish and Wine" just now. When everyone was making noises and even started fighting with the strength of the wine, he was watching silently in the corner... Angel quickly recalled the black cloak and blue eyes. He crossed his arms with interest and stopped in front of this man.

"Hehe, hehe, you are very sharp."

The stalker who knew he had been fished out did not panic. Instead, he stood up straight and laughed to himself. This exposed almost all of his face under the cloak, and his facial features were relatively flat, like Intis. Southern race.

"Why are you following us?"

Klein pressed his hat with one hand and reached for the revolver at his waist with the other. Maintaining the adventurer character he had just played, Klein asked succinctly, but in Angel's opinion, he used too much force.

"You two are in line with my taste. You were very clean in the bar just now. You left the scene immediately afterwards to prevent being surrounded, and you can also detect my tracking. I just want to ask, are you interested in joining us?

"Although that 'Sea Eagle' is just a gangster, 'White Shark' Hamilton is a real pirate informant, and he not only serves one power. If you smash his bar, you will definitely be retaliated against afterwards, and we can Take care of this little thing easily."

"So, who are you?"

Angel asked curiously.

"You are interested in bounties, so you must be adventurers who dream of getting rich, and 'we' are just a group of pirates composed of adventurers, chasing various legends across the five seas, the 'Fountain of Youth', ' "Ghost Empire", "Solomon's Legacy", "Roselle's Secret Treasure", etc., although there has been no big harvest so far, many missing ships have been recovered, and there are often big and small harvests, even the most recent ones. The lower-level sailors can also get two to three hundred pounds a year, but for those of you who can fight, doubling it is not a problem!"

When he mentioned "harvest", the man in the cloak seemed to straighten his back.

This income is indeed worthy of his pride. Three hundred pounds a year is considered a middle class in Loen Kingdom, but at sea, it is already an absolute high-income class.

"Pirates who fish for sunken ships and treasures?"

Klein was unmoved and asked in a low voice.

"You can understand that our target is ownerless property. Only when we are particularly poor will we rob passing merchant ships, but we will not harm innocent people. On the contrary, when there are pirates who are harming innocent people, we will kill them easily. ," the cloaked man explained, "Oh, this is our captain's rule. When recruiting new people, you must make these guidelines clear and only recruit like-minded companions. Well, that seems to be the word."

Program... A pirate group whose program is not to harm innocent people?

Angel felt like laughing, and lowered his arms.

Seeing her reaction, the cloaked man turned his gaze here again and continued:

"Of course, as a beautiful lady, it is normal for you to be worried about joining the pirate group, but our captain is also a woman, and there are many crew members like you on the ship. Not only will the things you imagine not happen, but even every year Their annual leave is a full week longer than that of male crew members!”

Do you get annual leave as a pirate?

Angel was really interested now. This was an anecdote she had never heard of.

Feeling that his words had a good effect, the man chuckled and took off the hood of his cloak, revealing short blond hair that was slightly lighter than his eyebrows.

"I forgot to introduce myself," his face turned serious and he said solemnly, "The person in front of you is the fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream of 'Iceberg Vice Admiral' Edwina Edwards, 'Flame' 'Danitz."

As a final blow, Danitz raised his chin slightly, expecting expressions of panic or fear from the two people in front of him.

This is an invitation from "Lieutenant General Iceberg"!

After a moment, he felt four burning eyes looking at him, the naked greed contained in them undisguised.

"The 'Flame' Danitz has a bounty of 3000 pounds on his head?"

The man who had been holding his hat down put down his left hand, lightly clenched his fist, and asked in a low voice, exuding an ominous aura.

(End of this chapter)