Jingle jingle bells!

With the crack of the rattle, a drunken sailor rushed out of the door of the tavern and stumbled into Acharin.

Acharin took a step back in disgust.

The sailor opened his worried eyes, and made sure that he didn't hit the black and white big man's dress, and began to pull up his sleeves: "Don't you have long eyes?" ”

Yacharin reluctantly pulled his belt and showed the leather holster on his waist.

The sailor was half sober when he boarded: "Yes...... Sorry sir. ”

"Don't you have long eyes?"

"I'm sorry to drop the bar! I'm sorry! ”

"Get out."

The sailor rolled neatly, and Acharin dusted off his silk shirt and pushed open the wooden door of the tavern.

Jingle jingle bells!

Boisterous, dimly lit, and dirty, most of the port taverns around the world are a molded mess, because its guests are sailors.

Acharin rubbed the greasy floor in disgust and looked up at the tavern.

The huge hall is two hundred square meters, flanked by a blazing fireplace, and in the middle is a cluttered round table.

There were candles on the table, and the dim candlelight and orange fireplace fire were the only sources of light in the hall, torn apart by figures and shadows everywhere.

Those shadows are places where filth and dirt are hidden, some people gamble, some people sell stolen goods, some people sell intelligence, and if you look closely, you can even hear the moans of prostitutes and see the sensation of white flowers.

The brightest part of the tavern is the bar.

There was a fireplace on the side, and rows of candles were placed on the curved high cabinets, and there were round stools on the outside, mostly empty, only a few, sitting alone.

Acharin whistled, dodging the red-faced drunks and sat on the edge of the bar with his belt on.

"Have a glass of Bledsoe, sir."

The stout tavern keeper put down the huge barrel with a clatter, and slammed his fist on the high cabinet, and the urn sounded and looked evil: "There is no such sour and dirty thing, only the hillbillies of the New World and the French pigs across the channel will put a chicken's tail in the sacred wine glass!" ”

"Barkley is right!" The drunks in the hall crowed, "Respect Barkley, this cup is free!" ”

"Long live the French pigs!"

"Cheers!"

Cheers to the audience, Yacharin fell to the ground when he heard two plops, and then there was a fight over the question of whether to help or who would pay, and the scene was opened to buy and leave, from the boss to the customer, no one tried to stop the brawl that happened in front of him.

Acharin embarrassedly loosened his button: "Boss, what do you have here?" ”

"Malt beer!" Barkley patted the half-man's tall barrel at his feet, "If you want something to eat, we have bread, salted fish, bacon, leg meat, and bran broth." ”

Acharin popped up a shilling: "You look at the arrangement. ”

"Francesica!"

Barkley shouted at the back kitchen, and immediately a freckled aunt wearing a black and white maid outfit with a tiger's back and a bear's waist appeared.

Her arms were thicker than Achalin's, and she carried a large wooden wine glass and a barrel the size of a human head in one hand, and slammed it into the tall cabinet with two thuds.

Crash!

She lifted the lid of the open barrel with ease, poured a full glass of malt beer, and pushed it casually.

The wooden cup slid down the bar to a stop in front of Yacharin, and Francescica shouted, "Here comes the wine!" Then there were four more bangs.

The bread was hard and toothy, and it was moldy; Salted fish stinks, oil and salt stick; The bacon and leg meat were burnt, the bran broth looked fragrant, and Acharin tried to take a sip, but there was a shocking murder in the taste......

The salt seller was killed!

He thanked Francescica with effort and dignity, and did his best to keep his eyes off the long slide on the bar, made of floating ash and slurry, and began to taste the wine.

Thank God, malt beer is really for people to drink, not for poisoning anyone!

He drank in small sips, and there was nowhere to put his hands and feet, and he waited for a while before a reckless man with brown hair and a big mustache sat beside him.

"Barkley, draft beer." The man shouted at the bar.

Barkley looked at him in a daze for a long time, gritted his teeth and said: "Amman, the French are not welcome in Southampton during this time!" ”

"War is the business of rich merchants, isn't it?" Amman was unimpressed, and took three pennies out of his pocket and lined them up on the tall cabinet.

Barkley angrily put away the penny and said viciously, "For the sake of the old patron, get out of my tavern when you have finished drinking." Otherwise, I don't guarantee you'll make it out alive tonight. ”

"Have a drink and go, my old friend."

Francesca pushed a glass of beer for Amman, dusted off her dirty towel and ran to the hall to clean up the table, the bar was a lonely corner again, even if it was bright, it still didn't attract any attention.

Amman drained half a glass of fresh beer in one gulp, gasped comfortably, and said abruptly, "Front...... Mr. Admiral, I hope you have surprised me. You also saw Southampton at this time...... The French are not welcome. ”

There was not a single change in Yacharin's face.

"The English are organizing a trap."

"Huh?"

"In two days, the family will receive information that the Drake Chamber of Commerce will transport tens of thousands of pounds worth of goods to Spain along the seam of the Celtic Sea and the Cantabian connection, which is a trap."

Acharin held his glass in both hands, covering most of his face.

"The reality is that Lorraine. Drake led empty ships, seven Brigentin, offensive and defendable, and that idiot of Veren couldn't catch him. The real cargo fleet was in the direction of ten o'clock, 25 kilometers from him, which was the farthest distance of the Karak-type lookout, and Brigentine could not see that far. ”

"This ......"

"This shipment was ordered by the Archduke Victoria of the Basque Country, and included a batch of ancient Roman gold and other luxury goods, and the English merchants did not dare to slack off, so they set this trap. Their purpose was to lure Viren away, not only to free up the Cantabrian route for deliveries, but also to set up an ambush in the Celtic Sea to flank the family's fleet, and win more than the few. ”

Amman listened and breathed cold: "Your news...... Is it accurate? ”

"I'm on the Butterfly Flower! Lorraine. Did Drake's fleet carry cargo, don't I know? ”

"That's the crux of the matter." Amman looked at Acharin intently, "Acharin, you are now a seafarer of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, a traitor to the family, why did you betray your employer?" ”

"Employers? If it weren't for that idiot at Velen, I would have to work for the British? Acharin's face showed hatred, "Do you know what contract I signed?" ”

"What contract?"

"A contract of redemption! For two years, no matter how well I did and how good I performed, Lorraine. Drake, the vampire, doesn't even need to give me a penny. On his ship, I was a laughing stock, and even ordinary sailors could call me and drink! ”

"That has to change." Yacharin took a deep breath, "You immediately bring the news back to the family, and let the family arrange for General Wei Lun to do the trick, this time you must capture the Butterfly Flower!" Wait until you take Lorraine. Drake hangs and I'm free! With this great merit on my body, when I return to the family, I will definitely be reused. And at that time, the account of Veron ...... Let's do the math slowly! ”