The person who spoke was a lean, thin man, wearing only a very loose short coat on his upper body, revealing his limbs covered in scars and tattoos. A tattoo in the shape of an anchor has been blurred on his right arm, indicating that the tattoo was tattooed many years ago. As far as Lothar knew, only sailors would tattoo such a pattern on their bodies, but the man in front of him did not look like a sailor in any way, he could only understand that it was some kind of disguise or that this person had been off the ship for many years.

"You were so careless that you let people chase you here. If it weren't for this kid, your brother and I wouldn't be able to keep my fingers safe!" Old Jimmy shrugged his nose and grumbled, judging by his words, the thin, somewhat hunchbacked man was the bobcat that the pirates had just been looking for. And from the familiarity of their conversation, it is clear that what old Jimmy told the pirate that he hadn't seen this brother in years was probably false.

The bobcat scratched his head, picked up a piece of jerky hanging on the wall and bit down on it, even though the back of the jerky was already wormed, he seemed to be careless, and even chewed with relish. After his brother snatched the food from his hand with a snort, he reluctantly sat down on the table and spoke, "Come on, just chop off your fingers with those few bad senses of the silver skull? Who on the pier of Heartless Bay doesn't know what your old Jimmy is capable of?, if nothing else, this hellish place doesn't produce crops or raise livestock, but you will always have a room of food here, no matter how bad the quality is, your hand is enough for those idiots to weigh and weigh." Boy," he said, turning his gaze to Lothar, "you're lucky today, and I can tell you that half of the rest of Heartbreaker's Cove can be found in this shop, except for the food provided to those taverns and witches." And you helped our brother solve a problem today, and your dinner today will be worth looking forward to. ”

"Forget it, I don't want the smell of dead people on my table. Lothar said with a frown, referring to the fact that the crew of the Silver Skull had said that the Bobcats had sold them false information and had lost their personnel. The Count came to the aid of old Jimmy because he couldn't bear to see a man innocently hurt in front of him, and when he realized that this person was not innocent, his mood would turn bad. The reason why Lothar is still not angry is that old Jimmy, like him, doesn't know what the lynx did, so old Jimmy can be counted as a victim, in this case, it is better to help a less innocent victim than to be deceived by a real villain. I hope so.

"The smell of the dead? What is that? Is it the smell of rotten meat? Or is it the smell of rotting offal? Maybe it's the smell of salt sprinkled on old meat. The lynx dangled his legs, not caring at all about Lothar's sarcasm. He reached out and pulled a leaf, his eyes staring at the Count through the wormhole above, "You think I'm not a good thing? You think I've killed someone? How do you know what those silver skull guys are up to? They're pirates, boy, and you don't need me to say you know how this bowl of rice is eaten." Of course, if you insist on it, I can tell you that all people here are pirates, and all people in the whole world are pirates, to the detriment of others and to their own benefit, and that is what the gods have taught us!"

Speaking of this, the lynx jumped down from the table, using the vegetable leaves in his hand as a sword, and comically imitated the etiquette of the knights in the play, "You see, there is actually no difference between me and my brother selling things. The food in this room can be eaten, but there must be a way to make you uncomfortable, the bread is mixed with sawdust, the sausages are filled with lime, and even the rat meat sausages are adulterated these days, am I right, brother? It's not just the people who sell food, but the people who sell other things always have to do the same, otherwise what do they earn? ”

"As for me, I don't sell as much as they do, but I'm always more important than them. You say strange or not, how can something without a substance be more reliable than something that can be seen and touched? It must not be like this. So what I sell naturally has a disadvantage, that is, my buyers always think that what they buy is not effective because I don't sell well, and I never think that I can't use it. This is a great injustice, you buy a chair to use as a table and complain that it is too short and hurts your waist, whose fault is it? So according to their opinion, what I sell is three parts true and seven points false. But it seems to me that what I sell is ten out of ten genuine, and there are many more children who are not bullied!" seemed to the lynx's speech, but old Jimmy made him stop.

The boss casually threw a bag of rags in the bobcat's face, finally calming him down. "I'm sorry to let you listen to his nonsense for a long time. This guy doesn't usually talk so much, so he must have sucked whale fat again and lost his brain. Old Jimmy said and casually threw his brother into the back warehouse, and then closed the door, "Let's do our business, but one thing he said is right, anyway, you helped me today, and things can be considered cheaper." I heard that you live with your woman, so I have something good here, I wonder if you're interested?" said the boss and reached under the counter, looking like he was going to get the so-called "good thing". Lothar could probably guess what it was, so she shook her head.

"Forget it, I don't need those. Today I just want to buy some vegetables, it would be better if I could buy more meat, I don't want to eat fish anymore. "Truth be told, as someone who grew up in a blue lion, Lothar really can't accept all the food in Heartless Bay, and for him, even lime-mixed sausages are better than salted fish that are disgusting to look at.

As for the blubber in Old Jimmy's mouth, it is not real whale fat, but a white paste that is similar in appearance. This kind of thing is not uncommon in Heartless Bay, as long as the gas produced by ignition can cause pleasant hallucinations, and was originally used as a painkiller. But later it was regarded as a pleasure because of its hallucinogenic effect, but it is certain that this blubber is very addictive, and it can also cause damage to the human body, which can be regarded as tobacco with enhanced effects.

"Okay, then you wait a minute, I'll go to the back and pick out a few dishes that are not so bad that have been bitten by insects for you, which can be regarded as a thank you gift. What you want to buy after that depends on how much money you have in your pocket. Also, you'd better get that damn cat out of here, how long are you going to carry it? Even if you want to get it back for meat, I'm going to warn you that there's nothing in this guy who looks like he's out foraging for the kitten. Old Jimmy shrugged and turned to open the door, where the bobcat's chatter could still be faintly heard. Lothar sighed, as a knight, he was completely rejecting blubber, but he was not unable to understand the desire of sailors to relax in the midst of a miserable life. For example, he was sure that Captain Halfdan's room had blubber hidden.

A few minutes later, Lothar was back on her way home, holding the ingredients. The cat that had stolen the fish parted from him at this time, and disappeared into the shadows of the alley with the fish that the Count had bought. This time, there were no more accidents, which may also be due to the fact that he had already walked out of the busiest part of Heartbreaker Bay and avoided the pier. Looking at the stacked warehouses not far away, the Count smiled, knowing that there was someone waiting for him to return.