The [slaughterhouse] on the west side of the Mocking Bay was originally managed by Captain Urme.

Captain Leslie, who rose to prominence, used it as his first campaign to establish his reputation, and it was very successful.

Om wasn't the broad-minded guy, he was a notorious loan shark who played tricks and ruined someone's reputation at will.

These guys who came to take refuge were ordered to seize the streets, deliberately defaulting on the rent of the shops, and splashing stinking water on Leslie's head.

Their goal is not to float on the sea, but to attract the opponent's right-hand man, plot to kill, and weaken this force from the side.

As a result, the hapless Laurie meets "Duchen".

"And then, that's pretty much it."

The guy who spoke knelt beside the wreckage, his ears and neck covered in blood.

"How can I keep this shop and give some advice, otherwise why keep you? Listen to the story. ”

Adam is in a pretty bad mood right now.

【Rough Quenched Steel Sword (Damaged)】

【Advanced Weapon】

[Damage: 85~101]

[Note: Taiganda's paving is usually not warranted.] 】

The strength of the hand was not mastered, and it was broken by a pincer-like weapon, and the other half was stuck in the chest of a corpse.

"Yes, there is a way, the shop sign is here, you hang it on the shop, and you can open as usual, except for paying taxes to the captain of the territory, there will be no trouble for the rest."

The guy took out the crystal from his waist pocket and fell to the ground with a few crunching noises due to the numbness in his knee.

Adam bent down to pick it up.

【Nagilfa store logo】

[From a certain sea woman, every time after the death tide, you have to reapply. 】

"Can this thing stop the gang's butcher's knife?"

"You're an out-of-towner?!"

With military boots printed on his face and teeth falling next to the corpse, he got the answer.

The gang member got back up, already regretting taking the order, and he covered the bleeding corners of his mouth and began to explain in a low voice.

"This is a convention, all captains must abide by it, and those who commit foul play must be out."

Adam nodded, and began to observe where to put the thing, quickly remembering the strange light trough by the door.

At first he thought it was some kind of ornament, with a base similar to a candlestick, nailed to the wall and protected by fishing nets and a sea beast-like canopy.

The moment the crystal is inserted, the mystic art flows, and it seems to connect the building to the entire coast, becoming an indispensable part of it.

【You own the property here】

[Current income: 0 silver python/week]

[You need a knowledgeable guy to run this shop for you, and get a lot of money between the light sound of the goods horse and the bulging sails.] 】

……

"Laurie? It's dangerous here, you should go to the tavern and wait. ”

A female voice sounded from behind, startling the haggard uncle who was lying on the side of the wooden box and watching.

When he turned around, he almost didn't pass out on the spot.

The whole slaughterhouse stood in front of them, neatly armed, armed with sharp weapons, and even several muskets and crossbows for animal hunting.

He had seen the strong man who led the team, carrying a hammer with clear lines, and half of his bare head was covered with scars, which were said to have been torn open by fur seals.

Captain Leslie's First Mate.

"Are you out of money? Take it and use it, they'll take care of it here. ”

The murderous aura clouded Laurie's perception, and he only now noticed the person who spoke, the girl with a gray face.

As a well-known repairman, she was very clever and helpful, and wore a leather apron modified trousers all year round, and all kinds of small groove knives hung on them.

There is currently a separate workshop next to the docks, under the patronage of Captain Leslie.

"Belan, I have to tell you......"

When Laurie jumped into the sea in despair, it was the girl who fished him up with a zipline and a tow hook, and the instruments were made for free by the other party, and she suggested that she go to the bar and wait.

"The shop sign is on!"

"Isn't that guy?"

"Why are there still people dragging behind?"

……

In addition to traps, there are also sacks and thick ropes for kidnapping and packing.

Adam saw that there were many people approaching on the map, but they were all neutral or friendly blue dots, so he was relieved to drag the gang member out.

[Leslie's slaughterhouse is watching you, they have received the news that they have been planted and have gathered to deal with the dock dispute.] 】

"Duheng, here, come here."

Laurie was the first to speak.

Many of the arrows and crossbows and disposable muskets that had been secretly raised were laid down without a trace.

Adam smiled knowingly, his bloodied arm holding the hilt of the silver sword, and walked easily towards him.

The hostage behind him had a pale face, and the traitor and the undercover agent did not end well.

He couldn't break free of the rope, so he could only kick his legs repeatedly on the wet ground, and even kicked off his shoes.

【Rileys' First Officer】

[Attitude: Vigilance]

【Specialty: Wharf Culture】

[Monologue: This person is not simple, and the captain must be reminded.] 】

"You'll be interested in his story."

Adam's aura is not overbearing, but it exudes that unforgettable indifference - with a smile on his face, relaxed demeanor, and the sharp blade of the crowd as air.

There were already sensible and capable members who went to explore the shop, and they also saw the glowing crystal, and the corpses lying all over the ground.

He indicated the number with a special gesture, frowned and shook his head.

The first mate withdrew his gaze from a distance, staring sharply at the young man in front of him.

"Which captain are you?"

"No, just an unlucky guy looking for food."

The conversation was very brief.

Those old slippery heads with complicated minds can't read any useful information from this calmness.

Thundered.

Since the Wolves dared to set a trap here, they must have been prepared, and several barbed crossbows of terrifying caliber were launched from the idle shop across the street.

Several axes bite through the laneway barriers, and more disjointed gang members pour into the streets.

They have unkind faces, tattoos on their heads, and are in a confrontation with the slaughter team, and they may kill at any time.

Heh, docks.

A regular afternoon of gang fighting.

"Take it, decorate the shop, and the store sign has been installed."

Adam crouched down with a warm face and handed over several blood-stained purses.

"Is this your daughter?"

"Oh no, no, this is ......"

Laurie was a businessman who rarely delved into such bloody scenes, and he needed time to sort out his thoughts, and Duchen's question embarrassed him, and he hurried to explain.

"Beran, maintenance worker."

The girl is a cheerful person, introducing herself.

Adam nodded and smiled, picked up Laurie, and walked quickly into the distance without asking questions.

He saw several children hiding in barrels, and those eyes that did not understand blood and pain were staring out into the street, as if they wanted to get closer.

Knock knock.

Adam knocked the lid open with a silver python.

"You're the bravest of them all, aren't you, they all listen to you?"

The boy in his early teens nodded.

"Protect them, stay out of here, and save your little brother's life."

Adam said indifferently, as if facing a mature adult.

"It's a commission."

The silver python crossed the arc and landed on the immature and scarless hand.

Moments later, a group of barefoot dolls crawled out from under several rudimentary bunkers and left the blood-stained street.

On a regular afternoon in the Gulf, fights and casualties were repeated.

They weren't involved, and there were few deep and dark memories of their childhood.