The rise of navigation also made these sailors who had been adrift at sea for dozens of days or even months less energetic, and what followed was **.

The huge market demand and the slave system have made many girls from good families who have broken down their families into **, or black slaves sold from tribes in the African land.

Of course, there may also be women who don't work hard in the first place, enjoying the liberation of desire and sex and becoming **, but this one that Gordon sees is not.

There was an impulse in his heart to take that woman out of here, out of this place of right and wrong.

As if sensing his imminent move, Kulich whispered, "Go ahead." ”

Gordon knew he had definitely misunderstood, but what did it matter? Encouraged by someone, he walked over to the woman leaning on the stairs.

"What's your name?"

"Sir, just two silver coins ......"

"I'm asking you what your name is. ”

Gordon accentuated.

And the woman in front of her was also the first time she saw someone ask for the name of a **, her eyes widened and she was a little surprised.

"My name is Carol. ”

Gordon is now a chick who is fascinated by ** in the eyes of others, and even flirts with women, I don't know how many people have been fucked, as long as you give money, no matter who it is, robber or thief, pirate or hooligan.

A sailor who couldn't stand it stepped forward and put his arm around Carol.

"Boy, get home and get milk, do you have any money? Chick come with me. ”

After finishing speaking, he pinched Carol's white face, and pulled her to prepare to go upstairs.

Carol glanced back at Gordon with some nostalgia, the only person who spoke with a serious look at her eyes, instead of a lustful gaze at her body, but she had no choice but to obediently follow the lewd man full of alcohol up the stairs.

"Stop me, if you don't want to die. ”

Gordon's voice was very indifferent, and the sailors around him still looked like they were watching a good show, and it was not a big deal to watch the excitement, and people began to gather in this direction.

"Amos, haha, you were provoked by a little guy and cut him. ”

The man who knew the sailor who was about to go upstairs began to laugh.

Sailors naturally have the rules of survival of sailors, tavern fights are a prosperous era, maybe the fight is high, two groups of people get involved, and then sweep more people, it becomes a big scuffle, even if the guard troops of the port come, it is useless, at most catch it, and force the captain to pay for ransom.

The sailor, known as Amos, stopped, pushed Carol away, and turned his ear sideways to Gordon: "You say it again? ”

It was an obvious provocation, and Gordon suppressed his anger and repeated what he had said earlier.

"Stop, if you ......"

Before the rest of the words could be spoken, Amos directly waved the wine in his hand and smashed it down on Gordon's head.

"Die, you fool. ”

Gordon, who has dynamic vision, can clearly watch the trajectory of the wine bottle swinging, but he does not avoid it, and kicks Amos in the stomach with a preemptive kick.

This kick was extremely strong, directly kicking Amos to the stairs, and the wine bottle was directly out of his hand, and fell to the ground on the side.

"Ouch, yes, good kid. ”

The excess fat on my stomach completely offset the damage of this kick, and I got up from the stairs as if nothing happened.

Now that Gordon has started to do it, the sailors under Gordon have all stood up to defend their new captain, knowing that their names were saved by Gordon alone.

Kulich smiled, still sitting and drinking, he was past the impulsive age of that tavern fight, and with Gordon's strength, these people would not be his opponents.

The people watching the side were already preparing to make a move, and the people watching the play began to give way to a passage, and Amos was not a small character, as the boatswain of a ship, there were many sailors under him.

In an instant, four or five people stood up from the other seat in the tavern and walked here.

The confrontation is a person carrying a wine bottle, a table and a stool, but none of them draw a knife, fighting is one nature, and killing people here is another nature.

More and more bored sailors, or thieves who have been in the tavern for a long time, and the robbers gather here, and they are surrounded by water, and the best arena is set up for the melee of ten men.

Gordon looked at the crowd around him and felt that this time he couldn't be good.

A hard object poked him in the back, and he turned his head to see that it was the chef of the Coco who handed him a bottle with half an unfinished jug of fruit wine.

Gordon put his hand behind his back, then took the bottle, and as the tension grew, he threw it out and smashed it into Amos's already bald head, the shards of glass slicing through his forehead and blood dripping down.

", me!"

The glass bottles of this era were thinner and brittle, not as thick as modern beer bottles, otherwise they would have been saved from falling to the ground, and Amos took a bottle, just touched a handful of blood on his head, and led people to pounce on Gordon.

The two gangs fought together, without much fighting skills, just the most primitive fists to the flesh, or they had fallen to the ground, and the sailors faced the sailors, leaving Gordon and Amos to settle their grievances.

Amos, who was not a vegetarian as a boatswain and was in charge of the training of all the sailors under him, came out with a punch that was fast and hard towards Gordon's cheek.

In a fight, the hook is the most powerful, but it is a little slower.

Gordon dodged the hook with a backjump, and landed a punch in the left cheek of Amos before he could retract his defense.

The direct blow deformed his face, and even his teeth were loosened a lot.

Amos stepped back two times, and the position of this punch was just right, which made his brain suffer a lot of concussion, and he was already a little dizzy.

Forcibly shook his head and continued to raise his fist to attack, this time he was much more cautious.

Then the next thing was a little inappropriate, because Amos, who had already been beaten, was unilaterally beaten, and the countless combat experiences that Gordon had learned from the Assassin reinforcement were fully used at this time, so that the ordinary caravan sailor had no strength to fight back, his teeth flew out, and his nose bleeded.

And the people who stood by and watched the play also began to boil with enthusiasm.

", this guy Amos is so arrogant, he robbed my chick last time, went up and kicked ...... twice"

"This new kid is really arrogant, teach him a lesson......"

The situation continued to expand, and then more and more people began to participate in this group fight, finding people who they usually don't like, people who had festivals, and even casually pulling someone around them to start fighting.

Kulic sat alone in the corner of the tavern, drinking ale, laughing, even as the bottle and the table and stool fell beside him.

"Sure enough, it's a young man full of energy!"