Harbor, Octopus Tavern.

At this moment, it was already dark.

The rest of the place had long since fallen silent, except for the sound of the waves.

However, the Octopus Tavern is different.

The bright lights illuminate the huge red wooden octopus on the signboard more and more prominently, and the noise attracts people's attention.

With the exception of some special festivals, there is no curfew at Hanse Harbour.

However, most people maintain the routine of sunrise and sunset.

As for the tavern?

Civilians who make ends meet will not come here.

People with a certain amount of self-ownership also don't come here, they prefer to go to clubs and things like that.

Therefore, there is a group of people gathered here, who have some spare money, but do not have a higher status.

Most of them are crew members.

Part of it is mercenaries.

Others are mixed in with pirates.

Bounty hunters, of course.

Therefore, the tavern is very mixed, and it is not surprising what kind of people you meet.

And the people here are also accustomed to taking care of their own affairs and not caring about other people.

Peters was in the mix, very inconspicuous.

It's like his ordinary face that people forget at first glance.

"A glass of ale wine, a plate of small dried fish."

Peters figured out 6 Del and placed it on the bar.

The bartender put the six coins in the money box and began to pour the wine and fill the small dried fish.

The ale is in large barrels, a glass of 2 del.

The small dried fish is homemade at the Eight Claw Tavern, and it tastes good.

On his first day at the Octopus Tavern, Peters fell in love with the food.

Sitting at the bar, Peters took a sip of watered ale and chewed on small dried fish, his brow furrowed slightly.

The crisis in Hansharf is much bigger than he imagined!

It's not just the old adversary who 'renounces the world'.

The 'Abrasion', 'Revival', and 'Federation' all joined.

What should Jason do?

The thought of his former employer made Peters' brow furrow even tighter.

With Jason's character, he would definitely not leave his cousin behind.

Even if that cousin is one of the destroyers of the genre and Jason is the seed of 'Bear Tower', that's fine.

It's already like this.

Fate is playing a joke on you again.

Alas!

With a sigh, Peters picked up another small dried fish and put it in his mouth.

After the saltiness, the fish is slightly sweetened.

Very delicious.

Peters' brow furrowed slightly.

Then, he thought again of the 'Renaissance Society' and the 'Federation'.

The words I overheard just now made the 'Cat Cave' swordsman completely disappointed in the 'Revival Society'.

If it was just a last resort, the 'Cat Cave' swordsman would still be able to understand, after all, he was facing an enemy.

Can......

Now we have joined forces with the 'enemy'!

For the sake of profit!

Compared with Jason, who was forced to do so, it was completely the worst behavior.

"Hume, I'm afraid your heart is full of disappointment in the face of such a 'revival meeting', right?"

"Just hope you don't get impulsive."

"Deal with these things calmly."

"Hopefully we'll be able to see each other again."

Silently praying for his junior brother in the bottom of his heart, the 'Cat Cave' swordsman thought of a problem he was facing: the 'borrowed' warehouse had become the stronghold of the 'Abrasion Society'.

Although there is a high probability that it will be abandoned later, it is not suitable for him to 'live' anymore.

Can you ask Jason to take him in for the night?

No need for a room.

Blankets and sofas in the living room are fine.

At least one tree trunk to keep out the wind is also good.

It just so happened that he was going to break the news to Jason.

It's a win-win-win-win-win

It's just that those guys came to Hans Harbour and had some trouble looking for me.

You need to find a job as soon as possible.

Peters, who was thinking, was ready to leave.

As for staying in a hotel?

I'm so sorry.

He, no money.

The last money in my pocket, I just bought dried fish.

After drinking the ale from the cup and taking the last dried fish from the plate in his mouth, Peters stood up.

This was originally a very common action.

But, with Peters' striking.

The tavern, which had been noisy a moment ago, became silent, and the pins could be heard.

Even if Peters was an idiot, he would have found out that something was wrong at this time.

He quietly grasped the short sword, his eyes scanning around slightly.

Everyone stopped what they had been doing, shut their mouths, looked a little glazed ahead, and then, as if they were marionettes, staggered to their feet and surrounded Peters.

"Cat Hole' heir, Peters."

"I didn't expect to catch such a big fish."

A voice of joy came from the crowd.

Peters could confirm that he had not heard this voice.

But Peters had some guesses about the origin of this voice.

Abrasion will!

Peters couldn't think of anything else but this organization.

In fact, the next moment, the other party personally confirmed Peters' guess.

"The swordsman of the 'Cat Cave', you dare to spy on the two adults."

"I thought you had a lot of comrades."

"It turned out to be just one ......"

"Catch him for me."

As soon as the voice was ordered, everyone in the tavern rushed to Peters like crazy.

With a vertical leap, Peters jumped onto the beam.

He swept his gaze over the chaotic crowd, trying to find the man in control.

But there were too many people.

The scene was too chaotic.

He couldn't find a target at all.

So......

I had to evacuate first.

Thinking of this, Peters ran up on the beams, light and dexterous, and approached the door of the tavern with a single breath.

Jumping down, Peters rushed straight out of the tavern.

But at the moment when he rushed out, a large net fell silently from the sky, directly enveloping him.

Boom!

The short sword bloomed with a chill in the night.

A hole was cut open in the net, and Peters got out.

But suddenly a net rose from under Peters' feet.

Caught off guard, Peters was caught inside.

At the same time, several ropes made of cowhide leaped out of the shadows, directly tying Peters into a sturdy knot.

"Huh, 'Cat Hole'?"

With a chuckle and a mockery, a figure walked out.

The other party looked at Peters sarcastically, and Peters looked at each other in amazement.

The hunter of the 'Abrasive Society' enjoyed the hunt.

In particular, the expression of surprise and disbelief on the prey made the hunter of the 'Abrasion Society' feel pleasure, which was the pleasure of experiencing 'baptism'.

However, after a few moments, the hunter of the 'Abrasion Society' realized that something was not quite right.

Peters seemed to be looking behind him?

What can be behind you?

Subconsciously, the hunter of the 'Abrasion Society' turned his head.

A mask looking down on the hockey puck, and a broad-bladed short-handled machete raised high imprinted into the hunter's eye.

"Wait ......"

The other party was shocked and opened his mouth to shout, but before the voice came out, the machete had already been swung down.

Burst!