Edward Teague (form: ???? ）

Occupation: Pirate,????

Race: Human

Height:???

Weight:???

Strength:???

Agile:????????? ”

Henry Morgan (Status: Voodoo Curse)

Occupation: Captain of the Satisfaction

Race: Terran

Strength: 12 points

Dexterity: 10 points

Stamina: 8 points

Perception: 6 points

Charm: 5+1 points

Wisdom: 8 points

Spirit: 11 points

Dark Arts Mastery Lv4, Dark Alchemy Mastery Lv5, Nautical Mastery Lv3, Sailor Machetar Mastery Lv2, Partial Thermal Weapon Mastery Lv3, Basic Endurance Lv2, Basic Footsteps Lv3

S-rank special ability: Real Luck Lv1

True Luck Lv1 (Passive): Units with this special ability will automatically receive some special favor from the will of this world. ?????? ”

As if sensing something, Henry Morgan glanced at Zhao Qian, who was standing at the door of the captain's room, and the remaining data in the ticket instantly turned into a question mark.

"Roger."

Lighting himself an expensive cigar cigarette and snapping his fingers, Morgan exclaimed.

"Let's go."

A man walked across the hallway outside the captain's room.

Zhao Qian watched.

The candlelight in the cabin made the man's face clearer.

This guy?

A hint of familiarity flashed in his eyes. Déjà vu.

"Mr. Zhao, meet again, please advise."

After giving a salute, the third mate of the satisfaction number smiled and shouted at the man who had shined on this main battlefield mission. There was a strong smell of gunpowder on his body, and even the thick smell of blood in this corridor could not hide it.

It's like thinking of something.

Zhao Qian subconsciously looked at the corpse that was stabbed into his body with a long sword in the dark.

It's gone.

"Please leave, our captain needs to rest."

Roger stretched out his right hand to signal, and his waist was bulging in the bright candlelight, hiding a lot of equipment.

Hearing this, he looked at Henry Morgan, who was sitting in the rocking chair that Edward had just sat on, and the captain did not speak. It can even be said that the face is expressionless.

The owner of the ship did not speak, but only fiddled with the reversed judgment. White hair loomed under the brim of his captain's hat.

Voiceless.

It was as if it had already been decided.

Zhao Qian walked towards the hatch of the captain's room, followed by the ship's artillery chief.

It was getting darker and darker, and in the end, only a pitch-black wall could be seen on both sides, and the wall of the cabin seemed to have someone's famous painting hanging on it, but Zhao Qian hadn't noticed it much.

Took a few more steps.

The footsteps behind him were gone.

wanted to reach out and push open the door of the cabin, but the next moment, the hair exploded, and Zhao Qian lowered his head to dodge.

There was a muffled sound from the door panel at the height of his head. There was a glimmer of light in the dark hallway.

Flintlock pistols?

But why didn't there even sound of gunshots?

As if in response to Zhao Qian's surprise, there was a burst of light on the other side of the corridor.

There was a slight muffled sound, just now because his footsteps were masking it.

The silver crossbow was also taken out while he was hiding in the second shot.

"Poof!"

There was a sound in the darkness, and the next second there was a sound that seemed to have hit something.

Recognition was also thrown out at this time.

"Hint: The recognition (true) is invalid, the current unit is the passenger unit, and you cannot get the current unit data."

"Bang!"

This time, it was a burst of gunfire, like a burst of lightning in the night, illuminating the fashionable dress of the third Roger of the Satisfaction.

It was covered with no less than five metallic-colored muskets and a few metal blocks of unknown use.

"Fu Sosi Zhao, a veteran in some people's mouths."

In the somewhat narrow and dark corridor, Roger forced Zhao Qian to retreat with another shot. He said unhurriedly, not afraid that Henry Morgan in the captain's room would hear it. In fact, it doesn't matter if he hears it, because there is no important information after all.

"Bang!"

The modern thermal weapon is like an eye in this guy's hand, making Zhao Qian, a traveler with an agility value of up to 10 points, a little passive.

Yes, this traveler who obviously does not have Zhao Qiangao's agility value makes use of the advantages of the terrain to make him look a little embarrassed.

I was kite-flying.

"Tsk, I can't imagine that the musket muffler in the test can only be used twice."

Roger said to himself, like a whisper to someone.

With a quick quick draw, another flintlock pistol was drawn, and a piece of metal was thrown out just as Zhao was about to get closer.

Dangerous.

It's like instinctively feeling something. He didn't touch or open it with his weapon.

Zhao ran back two steps, opened the hatch of the captain's room, ran out, and closed it. Coherent.

"Boom!"

There was a piercing explosion in the cabin of the captain's quarters, and a pungent smell wafted through the hatch of the captain's quarters. Instead of blowing the wooden hatch to pieces, the ship was clearly blessed with some of Henry Morgan's dark magic, and was much stronger than expected.

Damn it********.

It's still the kind of thing that happens when there is a violent collision, boom! of the kind.

Now, Zhao Qian finally remembered who this guy was. The passenger who was thrown down by a strong man in the car. He didn't die at all, but because of the knowledge that may have been a modern thermal weapons enthusiast, he got mixed up on the ship of the Satisfaction.

"Good morning, Your Excellency."

His thoughts were still a little chaotic, and one sentence drew Zhao Qian's attention from the explosion behind the door.

A man with a torch and a mouth full of yellow teeth greeted the man who had been on the Satisfaction last night. If it weren't for the fierce glint in his eyes, many people might have thought they were old friends in a tavern.

A pirate, an ordinary pirate. But the things around him were anything but ordinary.

Squinting his eyes, taking advantage of the sunlight that had just risen in the early morning, Zhao Qian could still see clearly what was next to this person.

A cannon that had been lit in pitch black entirely.