If there is no black smoke in the middle of the warehouse.

In the midst of the black smoke, the leader attacked, and Lorraine defended. A scimitar was fierce in the leader's hand, and each knife was powerful and heavy.

Boom!

Lorraine blocked the leader's slash, pursed her lips, and swayed back three steps in a row.

The leader caught up with him, raised his knife and slashed again.

Lorraine dodged sideways, then turned around.

He put his shoulders against the leader's body, and in a flash, he circled behind the leader, raised his arms, and shot with a scimitar!

With a pop, the blade stabbed the onlooker with precision, through the chest, and went straight into the handle.

The thug watched in disbelief at the blood splattering from his chest, and slowly, slowly fell to his knees.

"You're looking for death!"

During the struggle, he was actually attacked by Lorraine, and the leader was furious.

He grabbed Lorraine's shirt with his backhand, swung his knife, and slashed horizontally!

Lorraine, bare-handed, slammed into the leader's arms, slamming his fist into the diaphragm of his chest and abdomen.

Boom!

The leader gasped in pain and forced the knife back, but Lorraine straightened up again and hit him in the chin with the top of his head.

Another bang!

This defeat hurt both sides, Lorraine's head hurt, and the leader's eyes were dark for a while.

The two of them staggered backwards in unison, taking two steps back and kicking each other in the chest.

Bang bang!

Lorraine was kicked straight out and rolled on the ground three times in a row.

The wound was completely cracked, and blood soaked through his chest and back, almost staining his shirt with blood.

But he still held his breath and didn't say a word, even after this blow, his lungs had long since run out of breath.

The leader gasped for breath on the other end.

Severe pain in the chest and abdomen, severe pain in the jaw.

He suspected that his ribs had been broken by the punch, his teeth had been loosened, half of his face was completely unconscious, and he didn't know if his jaw had been shattered.

"It's hard to ...... Tough boy! ”

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, and watched as Lorraine, covered in blood, stood up again as if he couldn't be beaten, shook and drew his sword from the dead thug, and waved his arm to shake off the beads of blood.

The leader suddenly noticed Lorraine's somewhat unusual nose.

There was a small wooden clip between the two nostrils, and the chuck was wrapped in cotton cloth, just the size of the nostrils.

Why plug your nostrils?

The leader subconsciously wanted to ask, but when he took a breath, he felt faint for a while.

"...... in this smoke"

Lorraine started in silence.

One step, two steps into a leap, he lunged with his bare eyes and stopped sharply, his wrist pressed down, the blade of the sword went up, and he stabbed!

The slender blade of the sword rushed forward like a spirit snake, not fast, and went straight to the heart.

The leader was so frightened that he retreated and slashed back.

The sword immediately deflected upward, and with a long sound sparked on the wide blade, Lorraine took another big step, stabbing with a standard lunge, and piercing the leader's right shoulder with a pop, passing through the shoulder blade.

A moment of staring at each other, victory and defeat are clear.

Lorraine shook his hand and drew his sword, turned sideways to avoid the splattered blood, and swirled behind the leader, swinging his sword downward, casually slashing the knee socket of the leader's right leg.

Only then did the leader let out a terrible howl, and the long knife was taken out of his hand, and he fell to one knee.

"You...... Won ......"

Lorraine stood with her head bowed, the tip of her sword against the back of the leader's heart, and took a breath of burnt air for the first time.

"You now have a chance to live. Tell me where the captain is. ”

The leader smiled evilly: "You think I will believe you? ”

"No, it won't."

Burst!

The sword pierced through his chest, and the leader fell limply.

Lorraine gasped for breath, clutched her chest and struggled until she reached the back compartment, slamming the door shut.

At the other end of the back barn, Henna was playing with a knife, blocking the door, covered in blood.

Behind her lay four convulsive corpses, and in front of her stood two well-dressed gentlemen, one fat and the other thin.

"Where do we not meet in life...... Mr. Thomas, crew member of the Artis Beauty, Lorraine. Drake greetings you. Lorraine smiled weakly, "What? You're not going to introduce me to a ...... Mr. Barry? ”

……

Old Barry's room is located to the right of the rear barn, which is the office of the former dockyard manager.

The partition wall divides the warehouse into three, with Old Barry occupying one point, and there are two floors together.

All the living are in the upper echelons.

In Old Barry's bedroom, two gentlemen were decently tied together in a flowery sailor knot, back to back.

Lorraine's skill was second to none among sailors, and the knots were not tied too tightly, so as not to crumple the clothes, nor to tie them so loosely that they gave the illusion and leeway to break free.

Lorraine dragged a chair to the end of the bed, crossed Erlang's legs, and played with his lost command sword.

Henna is tending to his wounds.

She carefully took off his shirt, untied the bandages, washed the blood, applied the medicine, and put on a new bandage that was clean and dry.

The refreshing and cool feeling made Lorraine breathe a long sigh of relief, and the slight intoxication of inhaling a small amount of mandala smoke further confused the pain, bringing him the comfort he had not felt for a long time.

He shook his head slightly.

Mr. Thomas, who had been following Lorraine, and Barry Sr. were at the same time excited, and said in unison: "As gentlemen, Mr. Drake, we demand that we be treated with dignity and redeem the right to liberty." ”

"We can talk about this slowly." Bandaged tightly, Lorraine nodded to Henna, "I'm more interested in some topics, like, where is my captain?" ”

Old Barry's face showed a look of struggle: "Water prison ......"

"Where's the water prison?"

"Basement." Old Barry gritted his teeth, "Go out of the room, there is a row of filing cabinets directly in front of you, push them open and you can see the entrance to the basement." ”

"A good start."

Lorraine smiled and winked at Henna, who understood and turned to head out.

Lorraine crossed her fingers: "Mr. Barry, is this really the place where you live and work?" ”

"Safe...... In the drawer of the desk. The drawer door is fake, and you can strip it off. ”

"It was a pleasure to talk to you." Lorraine stood up and clicked off the drawer, revealing the iron safe inside, "Where's the password?" ”

“4159……”

The harvest was abundant.

In the iron chest, Lorraine found four bundles of gold pounds solid with rubber bands, a hundred in each bundle.

In addition to this, there are also the deeds of the No. 3 water warehouse, the title deeds, and two IOUs, the denominations of which are sixty pounds and eighty pounds respectively.

The rest were nautical supplies, including Lorraine's nautical diary, privateer permits, the deeds of the Artis Meres and the small fishing boat, and three charts.

The three charts cover the entire coastal area of Western Europe, one is an improved version of the strait map of Lorraine, and the other two are the most detailed hand-drawn maps of the North Sea and the Cantabrian Sea in the civilian category, published by the Royal Maritime Administration of France.

Combined with Lorraine's previous discovery, the spices belonging to Barry Sr. were lying neatly in the bilge of the Artis Beauty, Lorraine guessed that Barry Sr. intended to enter the maritime business district.

He chuckled, took out his privateer's permit, and raised it in front of the old man: "Mr. Barry, do you know it?" ”

"It's priceless!" Old Barry's face was gloomy, "In the past hundred years, the maritime powers of Europe have stopped issuing privateering licenses. A license from the Kingdom of Britain could be exchanged for a thousand pounds in the hands of any pirate! ”

"A thousand pounds...... You are a cunning businessman, but not discerning enough. "Lorraine gathered up the priceless items and said slowly," said Francis. Drake was the founder of the Drake hereditary baron family, the first Lord Drake. ”

"As a pirate, he made the French, Dutch, and Spaniards of the New World anxious; After becoming a navy, he led the weak Royal Navy to defeat the Spanish Armada. He also sailed around the world, and the Drake Passage was the beginning of the decline of Spain and Portugal. ”

"This document started the legend of everything." Lorraine knocked on the frame of the privateer and smiled disdainfully, "If you send it to Drake's house in Tavistock, it's worth five thousand pounds; If you give it to any collector in England, ten thousand pounds, twenty thousand pounds, take it. ”

"Twenty thousand pounds!" Old Barry and Mr. Thomas shuddered in unison, "Your surname is Drake, and this document must be yours." That being the case, why ......"

"What do you want to ask? Why would a descendant of a noble nobleman run off to a small boat to work as a seaman? Or why didn't I sell it? ”

Old Barry swallowed: "Both." ”

Lorraine casually stuffed the privateer certificate into her baggage: "There is a saying in the East, the swallow bird knows the ambition of the bird." No matter how clear I am, you can't understand it. ”

Old Barry sighed dejectedly: "Mr. Drake, I have handed everything over, and we are even." Twenty thousand pounds of property was more than enough to atone for sins. ”

Lorraine was about to answer when Henna squeaked the door and came in, shaking her head slightly at Lorraine.

Lorraine's face suddenly darkened.

"You killed him?"

A hint of panic flashed in Old Barry's eyes.

"I found privateer warrants on your ship...... I thought he could give more...... I asked him if he wanted it, but he didn't give it, and always said that he was a leathermaker who went to sea for the first time...... Be...... He forced me to torture me! He didn't say anything about how I tortured him, and even broke two whips...... Mr. Drake! Mr. Drake? Dre coo-coo......"

Old Barry twitched violently.

Lorraine grabbed him by the hair, forced him to raise his head, and used the command knife to slit his throat little by little.

Blood poured out of the huge wounds, not splashing, but soaking through the clothes like a waterfall and soaking the sheets.

His eyes began to drift, and his mouth still subconsciously opened and closed, spurting out more blood, splashing Lorraine's body.

Lorraine squinted and threw him away, letting him hang on Mr. Thomas's back and twitch.

Thomas sat upright, his expression solemn.

"I can understand your feelings." He tried to be dignified, he tried to be calm, "You are well educated, you should know that I am not responsible in this matter, and I should not be implicated. ”

"I know." Lorraine dragged the sword and walked around the bed, "You just sold Pete's mortgage to the right person. And now that old Barry is dead, and the Pete family is the Hanseatic slaves, you may be prepared to offer a suitable ransom to buy back your freedom from me. ”

"Yes." Mr. Thomas perked up, "I think a thousand pounds is a good price." With a letter, it doesn't take dawn for you to take the money and fly away. ”

"A thousand pounds...... You are a generous person. ”

Lorraine slowly placed her sword on Mr. Thomas's tuxedo, gently wiping the blood off it.

He whispered: "It stands to reason that you don't owe me, and you are sincere, and according to the education I received since childhood, I should agree." ”

"And yet...... I was a little more educated, and a little more miscellaneous. ”

"Apologize for doing something wrong......," he took a breath, "you owe the captain an apology." If you want to tell him to his face, you have to go down ......."