Chapter 60 The moon is dark and the wind is high

After several rains in a row, the clouds over Kalmar were still thick as ink that could not be dissolved, and at night, the whole city was shrouded in darkness except for the lights.

Sherlock and Manny, pretending to be ordinary drinkers, were drinking in the bar, while their eyes swept over Chloe from time to time across the tables.

Since receiving William's code, Tony has personally brought a few brave and skilled men to this city, because Red Leaf Village is adjacent to the Kingdom of Navia, and the distance is not too far, when they arrived, the Redbeard Pirates had not left.

A group of pirates finally went ashore once, and they would not be willing to leave without having fun, not to mention that the supplies they needed to replenish, especially military supplies, were not a small amount and required preparation time.

It's just that compared to other pirates who are excited because of rest, Chloe seems very depressed.

Glass after glass, he kept pouring the wine into his mouth, and his neat clothes had many more wrinkles, and his hair, which he had often combed, became a little messy.

Chloe hated pirates, hated the drunken crew, hated the cabin full of sweat and even smelly feet, hated sharing toilets and basins with everyone, hated being in the company of the salty sea breeze all day long, hated the opportunity to go ashore and rest every now and then, it was like a holiday.

He hated everything on the pirate ship, and he hated this kind of life even more, and he wanted to be a nobleman like Alcatio, living in a spacious mansion, surrounded by neatly dressed servants and maids, drinking black tea with fine porcelain, and reading the newspaper leisurely while sipping exquisite snacks.

Be able to communicate politely at banquets with the elite of the upper class who talk well, instead of hooking up with a bunch of foul-mouthed, stinky pirates who only know how to drink, and then be chased by the navy all day long.

But all these beautiful fantasies were vividly shattered by reality, and when Hayreddin beat him, the blade of the knife fell not only on his face, but also on his psyche.

Although he thought he was better educated and wiser, so he always had a sense of superiority in dealing with the ship's pirates, but Hayreddin's behavior made him understand—

The pretentious Chloe is nothing in front of the pirate leader.

And when Alcatio found out about it, he didn't care, he, Chloe, was just a small character who couldn't even compare to the leader of the pirates.

Chloe has been wondering for the past few days, if one day the red-bearded Barbarossa kills him, will Alcatio turn against the other party because of him?

Chloe already had an answer in his heart, which made him even more unwilling, so he could only use wine to kill his sorrows.

A few wandering warblers wandering in the tavern saw that Chloe was wearing high-end clothes, and the wine money was very happy, so they leaned over one after another, but were driven away by Chloe's irritable wave: "Get away!"

The Warblers angrily flicked their handkerchiefs at him and grumbled to leave, and Manny smiled at this and asked Sherlock, "When is he leaving?"

"Come on, William said he'd be on the ship tomorrow and must be back tonight," Sherlock took a sip of his wine and his eyes flickered, "Don't be distracted, you can't leave him behind." ”

"Look at his drunken appearance, you can't keep up. Manny pulled himself together and stopped talking.

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Hereddin cursed incessantly, the alleys were full of potholes and stagnant water, and in the dim environment, they were like mines, and they had to be watched at all times so as not to step into them, and in the slums, such alleys were everywhere.

Because of his perverse personality, all the pirates stayed away from him, and Hereddin didn't even have a regular attendant by his side, but he didn't care about it himself.

In the shadow of the corner, there seemed to be a living creature wriggling, and Hereddin squinted to see that it was a drunkard who did not know where he came from, and was lying unconscious by the puddle, still muttering to himself.

With a cruel smile, Hyreddin pulled a dagger from his boot, walked over to the drunkard and crouched down, grabbed his hair, exposing the other's sludge-covered neck, and then slowly slashed across it with a sharp dagger.

Heledin looked at the drunkard who was clutching his throat, but the wound was still gushing blood, his eyes couldn't help but widen, his nose quickly fanned a few times, and an inexplicable sense of excitement filled his mind, making him feel that the stench that could not be permeated in the alley at this time did not seem to smell unpleasant.

It wasn't until the drunkard was silent that Hereddin sighed and stood up, but when he turned his head to look at the alley, he moved slightly.

At the entrance of the alley, a man stood quietly, and under the cover of the night, Hyreddin could not see his expression clearly, and could only see his red hair and the knife in his hand from the faint light outside the alley.

Hereddin looked behind him again, and at the other end of the alley, a man with a knife appeared out of nowhere, blocking his retreat.

In this kind of scene, everyone knows the other party's bad intentions.

These two people, naturally, are Edmund and Alamis.

Hayreddin wiped the blood-stained dagger on his shirt casually, groaned for a moment, but suddenly pulled out his leg and rushed in the direction of Edmund at the entrance of the alley ahead.

Edmund smirked, swung his knife downward, and rushed towards Hayredding as well, and at the other end of the alley, Aramis rushed forward in the same silence.

Their task is to make it impossible for Hayreddin to get out of this alley!

The silence of the alley was broken by the sound of leather boots stepping through puddles, and then Hyreddin, who had already rushed to Edmund, let out a low roar and raised his scimitar to slash Edmund on the head.

Edmund raised the knife in his hand and held the scimitar, and at this time, Hyreddin's other hand was already grasping the dagger from before, and stabbed it covertly.

Edmund only turned sideways and dodged the dagger, while reaching out and grabbing Hyreddin's wrist holding the dagger, and tilting the knife slightly, flicking the scimitar to the side.

Immediately afterward, Edmund's sword-wielding hand bent slightly, and with a sudden elbow, it smashed into the xiphoid process of Hayreddin's sternum.

Hyreddin's chest tightened, and he involuntarily took two steps back, and a series of footsteps came from behind him, followed by a loud shout.

"Get down on my knees!"

Alamis had already rushed to Hayreddin's back, and a scabbard slammed into Hyreddin's knee, a crisp sound that made his teeth sore, Helreddin's knee had been twisted into a strange arc, he screamed, and involuntarily fell to his knees, only relying on his hands on the ground to avoid lying on the ground.

But then, Edmund stomped on Hyreddin's hand, which was still holding the scimitar, and directly stomped on his fingers.

Led was in tears, grabbing the dagger and waving it unconsciously in front of him, but Aramis grabbed his arm from behind.

Aramis straightened Hayreddin's arm, and Edmund aimed it at his elbow and slammed it into his knee, and with a crisp sound, Heleddin's forearm hung limply, and the dagger fell to the ground with a thud.

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(Chapters 40, 41, and a short paragraph of chapter 50, following everyone's suggestions, deleted it, and removed the high civilization related, Destiny Square is only used as a simple golden finger to raise William's potential, and the relevant modifications will not affect the subsequent plot.) ）