Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 520 Fake
Hearing the name of the crazy adventurer who dared to shoot pirates on the streets of Bayam due to his relationship with other pirate generals, some of the guests in the bar looked at the man in a trench coat and hat with excitement, while others shrank in fear. They got up and even sneaked towards the side door, while some started whispering to the people next to them.

At the center of everyone's attention, the man snorted, straightened up, and returned to his seat without nodding or denying.

But most people have already matched him with the physical descriptions of "Gehrman Sparrow" in newspapers and rumors.

Angel stared at this fake Hermann's performance in stunned silence, and then glanced at Klein, wanting to see his reaction.

The latter was surprisingly calm. He silently drank the glass of glass beer in his hand, stood up under Angel's teasing eyes, and walked towards the "Gelman".

"You have also seen that my fame and prestige can serve as my guarantee." The man in the trench coat said to the other two couples on the table, "My team was south of the Sea of ​​Beluga last week. The whereabouts of the 'Ghost Empire' were found near Tuscat Island... Have you heard of the Ghost Empire?"

The four people nodded to express that they had heard it. They were neatly and decently dressed, and their skin had not been damaged by wind and frost. They were either businessmen or "adventurers" who were called adventurers but actually traveled and came from well-off families.

"They have been tracking the whereabouts of the ghost ship, but I still lack a ship and some manpower, so I went back to Nas to find collaborators. Well, I only need five hundred..."

Seeing the four people's interest, "Gehrman" spoke faster and faster, with a meaningful smile on his face.

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open from the outside and hit the wall. The loud noise made him swallow the second half of his sentence.

Klein also retracted his gaze toward the door angrily. He would naturally welcome pirates who came to his door, but that didn't mean he would pursue them at will and enter an encounter he was unfamiliar with.

But he was also confused at the same time. He just looked at Gilcias with the eyes of a gold pound, and he didn't even think about how to do it. The other party was so alert and turned around to leave? Is it because of the two-meter-tall adventurer, or because he recognized the real "Gehrman Sparrow" in the bar?
In the temporarily quiet bar, the fake "Gehrman" laughed twice more and continued to say to the four men and women in front of him:

A young man of Loen descent rushed into the bar, looked around, and then shouted:
"Is there anyone from the Adventurers' Mutual Aid Association?"

The next second, a man of medium build wearing a leather jacket and with strong malice in his eyes appeared behind him.

Oh, the four guests at his table all stood up, avoiding "Gehrman" who suddenly looked in pain, covering his chest and coughing continuously.

Klein, who was about to reach out and throw the guy pretending to be him out the door, also stopped and looked at the door.

"It's okay to refuse, but think clearly first. What you refuse is... cough, cough!"

Snapped--

"Cough, cough, ha..."

"Look, I said that Gehrman Sparrow's name is a passport across the Five Seas. So, what are your thoughts?

As soon as he finished asking, he looked back at the door, as if he was being chased by someone, and it would be a great risk to stop.

The sudden end of the conflict shocked the drunkards who were preparing to watch the show, the members of the "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association" who came forward, and the Loen men who hid in the bar in a panic.

The young man from Loen screamed strangely, and rushed into the depths of the bar in three steps at a time. In the corner near the door, stood three people dressed as adventurers. They were all members of the "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association". One of them He is over two meters tall, with tight muscles that almost burst his clothes. He looks like a legendary "giant" and immediately attracts the attention of Leather Jacket.

Under Klein's gaze, the "Slaughterer" froze, his face serious, his eyes retracted from the "Giant", he glanced at Klein, then quickly turned around and left the bar.

He moved smoothly and without hesitation, almost like a guest who had walked through the wrong door rather than a vicious pirate chasing others.

This is a big fish, and he delivered it to his door... Klein suddenly became a little excited, his desire for gold pounds overriding his interest in "fighting counterfeiting". He reached for the revolver, and out of the corner of his eye, Angel's figure quietly appeared. Disappeared, apparently entering a state of invisibility.

Klein, who was behind "Gehrman," also took the opportunity to confirm the identity of the man who chased him into the bar.

As if he was pulling a broken bellows, "Gehrman" gasped and stood up, looking around with his eyes. Only frightened faces remained in his increasingly dim vision.

"Slaughterer" Gilcias, the second officer of "Immortal King" Agaritu, is notorious, his hands are stained with blood, and he has a bounty of 9500 pounds in Loen alone.

Especially when the other party is already wary.

He took a swig of strong wine, widened his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and threatened, but suddenly he started coughing, coughing up mouthfuls of frothy wine and white-tinged saliva, and his face turned an unhealthy red.

His legs could no longer support him and he fell to his knees. He hesitated for a moment between supporting himself or covering his neck with his hands. He simply let go and lay on the ground, motionless.

"Ge, Gehrman is dead!"

I don't know who shouted. The drunkards and sober drunkards around, and the whispering adventurers burst into loud noises, infecting each other with fear. They rushed towards the wide open front door and the narrow side door, and quickly got through. He left the bar and disappeared without a trace.

In less than half a minute, it was as if someone had opened a can of wolf fish, leaving only Klein standing there, the bartender hiding at the bar, and a few trembling bar guards.

Even if I'm really dead, I shouldn't have made such a fuss... Klein glanced around wordlessly, then looked at the motionless man at his feet, stretched out his foot, kicked him, and turned him over. He came over and lay on his back, and found that the other party was just unconscious, still breathing, and didn't seem to be getting worse.

This should teach him a profound lesson, and Angel didn't try to kill the counterfeit... He breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the bartender aside, sneered, and said, "After this time, he shouldn't have the guts to pretend 'Hermann'."

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and walked towards the door.

"You, how do you know that he is a fake?"

The bartender's somewhat frightened voice came from behind.

"Because, I am the real Gehrman Si...hiss!"

With a sneer on his lips, Klein stopped sideways and replied.

But the last few words seemed to be sucked back into his stomach by taking a deep breath, and then he quietly covered his waist and left the bar with a somewhat stiff body.

The figure from behind was a little hasty and embarrassed.

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"Because I am the real Gehrman Sparrow."

Imitating Klein's voice, Angel smiled, supported his waist with one hand, held down the wide-brimmed hat on his head with the other, and said with his head held high.

The white feather on her hat was fluttering in the sea breeze, adding a touch of liveliness to her movements.

Klein covered his face, regretting his behavior in the bar.

At that time, he really just wanted to expose the fake, and had no other thoughts. However, under Angel's performance, he seemed to be very, well, "second-rate" in the afternoon.

For no reason, he thought of a certain word used to describe this behavior on Earth in his previous life.

The two of them were currently at Pier 6 of Port Nas, waiting for the arrival of the "Star Admiral". After the farce in the afternoon, Angel and Klein, who left the bar, had no intention of continuing shopping. Instead, they returned to the hotel to pack their luggage, sorted out various magical items, spells and ammunition for fighting, and arrived at the starting point in advance. .

Facing a pirate general, a "star general" with a higher reputation than those "lieutenant generals", Cattleya, who had a bounty of 37000 pounds, could not be too cautious.

After months of adventure at sea, they were almost armed to the teeth with magical items. They also made a lot of various spells and bullets in their spare time, and their combat effectiveness was almost as good as anyone below a demigod.

Angel's neck is hung with a rose necklace that contains the "Apostle of Desire", "Judge" and "Wind Blessed", a "Knight Bracelet" on his left wrist, a "Secret Holy Emblem" on his right wrist, and a "Hypocritical" ring on the middle finger of his right hand. , the "good luck" revolver around her waist, as well as the charms and ammunition scattered in pockets all over her body, made her feel like there was a little jingle when she walked.

That’s the sound of wealth!
Klein also brought most of the magical items. "Creeping Hunger" is currently in a state of grazing four souls. Although this is less than the upper limit it can carry, Klein insists on only grazing the most evil people, so he does not do it casually. Fill the gap.

Even so, this glove with "Interrogator", "Priest of Light", "Living Corpse" and "Corrupted Baron" is far stronger than Angel's "Rose Necklace". Of course, the latter is made by craftsmen and has limitations. It is a magical item with negative effects, and if this glove had not been sealed by Mr. Azik, it would have swallowed a living person every other day, which fully reflects the law of "the stronger the ability, the greater the side effects."

Compared to this magical item, the murloc cuff pins on Klein's sleeves, the biotoxin bottle in his pocket, and other auxiliary items similar to Angel's except for the "Disaster" charm all seemed insignificant.

After the heavily armed two men joked for a while, they became quiet and stood side by side looking at the sunset and the night-covered sea, waiting quietly.

When the church in Nas City behind her rang the eight o'clock bell, a huge sailing ship slowly emerged in the thin mist in the distance. It was more than a hundred meters long, but only had three masts. This unscientific structure did not Unaffected, it moved quickly forward on the dark sea, approaching the port where there were still a few stars of light.

The port lighthouse soon discovered this uninvited guest. The light focused by the reflector shone on the sailing ship, revealing its flag that gradually became clear in the fog. It was painted with a huge single eye without eyelashes, surrounded by ten white stars.

"Star Pirates!"

"Future!"

The surrounding pirates and sailors exclaimed, recognizing this flagship belonging to "Star Admiral" Cattleya.

It was already nighttime, and most of the ships were fixed at the docks, with no way to escape. The sailors staying above aimed their artillery in vain at the "Future" not far away, but no one dared to take action.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the Future slowly stopped less than a hundred meters away from the dock. A woman in a black robe walked onto the bow of the ship, her eyes indifferent, looking in all directions.

In front of her, a ray of light lit up, like stars falling from the sky. Then the stars gradually extended forward and turned into a translucent bridge, crossing a distance of a hundred meters and landing on Pier 6.

The sailors standing nearby backed away, fearing to touch the dreamy stars. In front of them, two figures slowly stepped forward, stepping onto the transparent bridge without any hesitation, and in the crisp footsteps, walked towards " "Future" walked away.

Walking in front was a woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and white feathers on her head. Her face was dim in the night, and the hem of her windbreaker was fluttering in the wind. The slim-fitting black jacket and tight trousers of the same color underneath outlined her figure, which made the surrounding people stand out. The sailor stared.

Behind her, Klein was wearing a double-breasted dress, a half-high silk top hat, and gold-rimmed glasses that reflected the focused light of the lighthouse. His facial expression was indifferent, ignoring the sight of many sailors behind him, but he was howling helplessly in his heart:
"Finally, I finally got involved with the 'Star Admiral' in public... Now, even if I jump into the Yellow River, no, jump into the Tasoke River, I can't clean it up!"

(End of this chapter)