Part 3 THE TRAVELER CHAPTER XXXIX BOLD ASSUMPTIONS
There are three trademark hobbies that pirates on the ocean have in common: spirits, women, and gambling, and Alger Wilson merely pulled out his silver pocket watch, pressed it open, and glanced at it to see where he should go first to get information.
It was a quarter after eleven and neither the brothels nor the bars were open yet, except for the casinos, which were sure to be filled with a bunch of guys who wanted to get rich and become rich with ease.
Alger was more familiar with the port city of Bayram than his home town, and with little pause for direction, he smoothly made his way around the city and arrived at an unmarked casino in a quiet alleyway.
As far as he knew, the owner of this “Gold Coin Casino” was a gang leader with a deep background, with the big man of the Governor’s Office has an indescribable but vague connection, and is the first choice for many pirates to get rid of their stolen goods and buy what they need.
Because of this, this place is often infested with pirates, they may only in the morning the looted goods into a thick gold pounds, the night has lost a mess, was driven out.
Alger pulled on his thick brown coat, pressed the duck-tongue hat passed down from the continent, pushed open the half-hidden door of the room, and entered the casino under the watchful eye of one of the bodyguards.
–Within the Kingdom of -Ruun, casinos were things that were not allowed, and could only be attached to a bar in the form of a single room, but in the Kingdom’s vast overseas colonies, it was not only legal, but also a pillar industry, of which, Bayam in the Rothschild Islands and Alther in East Byron were the most famous for this, and quite a lot of people in Bakkland and along the coasts of the Middle Sea would specially go there and gamble. wealthy people would travel there specifically to gamble heavily.
Looking around, Alger saw a wide variety of card games, as well as the spinning wheel type of gambling derived from dice.
Since it was still early in the morning, there weren’t many gamblers, so Alger quickly “browsed” through them.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he sharply recognized who some guy in make-up was.
He took off his hat, walked over to a Texas Hold’em table, tapped his target on the shoulder, lowered his back, and said in a lowered voice in his ear:
”Blaze.”
Danez, who was opening the corner of the bottom card with his right hand, nearly jumped up at the tap and yelled, giving the guy directly behind him a ball of flame.
After being attacked by “Steel” McVitie, he realized that he shouldn’t come out with his real face to ask for information, it would be targeted by a greedy pirate.
Although most of the pirates are not strong enough to be put in Daniz’s eyes, but he is equally unwilling to expose the hide, so that the plan to hunt “steel” McVitie appeared to be a setback.
What he didn’t expect was that his elaborate disguise would be revealed an hour after he left the house.
Tensing up, Danez quickly turned his head to the side and glanced out of the corner of his eye to see who it was that had “greeted” him.
Relieved to see his trademark seaweed-blonde hair, he turned to his poker buddies to see if they had heard him.
The one gambler was studying the bottom card intently, either throwing or covering it, completely oblivious to what was going on over here.
”What brings you here?” Daniz asked in a seemingly casual manner.
He and Alger had met at the previous pirate conference, and knew that the other party had a ghost ship and about ten sailors, a guy with good strength but not much fame.
According to the “Iceberg Lieutenant General” judgement, such a not big and not strong pirate group, can keep an ancient ghost ship, indicating that there is a big force behind the support, they may be the people of the Storm Church, or perhaps with the pirate king, which hidden organization, usually disguised as ordinary pirates, for the real allegiance to collect the target of the intelligence to facilitate targeted killings, some times, the real pirate group, the real pirate group, the real pirate group, the real pirate group, the real pirate group, the real pirate group, the real pirate group, the real pirate group, the real pirate group, the real pirate group. Convenient for targeted killings, and at certain times, instead of the forces behind the scenes, they did things they were not convenient to do, such as, exterminating people, for example, robbing a particular item.
There were not many similar pirate groups, no one would specialize in such things.
Alger pulled the chair next to him over and sat down smoothly, slightly tilting his head and asking in a low voice:
”I heard your captain got the ‘Key of Death’?”
Daniz snorted a laugh:
”I had thought you still possessed a brain of your own, but I was disappointed.
”How can such a thing be so easily obtained?
”If you want it and have offered enough, we will certainly sell it!
”Well? Want to consider this deal?”
Alger said casually:
”Maybe it has other secrets, maybe someone wants to deal with your captain.”
”Who knows? Shit!” Daniz cursed loudly, exasperated by the new round of undercurrents.
Whirling around, he suppressed his voice again:
”That thing doesn’t look like a human creation, it could belong to a giant, or a demon.”
”A creation? Your captain still insists on teaching you words?” Alger asked with some amusement.
It was rumored that the “Iceberg Admiral” was a lady with a strict attitude towards knowledge, and she couldn’t stand the fact that her subordinates were illiterate, so on the “Golden Dream”, there were daily general knowledge and reading courses, and it was mandatory for the crew to take turns to attend them.
Danez wore an expression that he didn’t want to review:
”It’s a lot harder than fighting people!
”Because of this, we can never recruit enough crew, and every time we stop in port for supplies, someone quits ……”
He didn’t continue the subject, looking at the dealer and saying to himself:
”Keep an eye out for ‘Steel’ for me.”
”Steel” McVittie? “The second mate of Admiral Blood? Alger looked down at Flame Danitz’s left arm, which was slightly propped up by a splint, and asked rhetorically in a daze:
”Attacked by him?
”For the key?”
”His brain has been eaten by his walkers!” Daniz emphasized.
”You want to get back at him?” Alger surmised from the other man’s tone and demands.
”Heh heh.” Daniz laughed without saying anything and looked at the new bottom card with seeming concentration.
Alger thought back and said:
”Your captain was last seen seven days ago, off the island of Sunia, something that was confirmed by a certain telegram, and the ‘Golden Dream’ didn’t arrive in Bayam that quickly.
”You have new help? If you were on your own, you’d be no match for ‘Steel’ even if he was alone, and as you know, he’s never been clustered.”
Danez’s response to Alger’s question was to throw out a chip:
”Call!”
”Who is it?” Alger first assumed that Daniz’s attitude was one of acquiescence, and opened his mouth with the mindset that he had nothing to lose by asking.
Daniz stared at the communal cards and answered simply:
”You don’t recognize it.”
I don’t recognize it? Have the strength to deal with “steel” McVitie’s people, whether it is a pirate, or adventurer, in the ocean should have some fame …… unless belonging to a hidden organization, or is the first time to sea, of course, it may be that Daniz did not want to answer, for fear of exposing the secret, the probability is greatest …… belonging to a hidden organization, or the first time to sea, of course, may be Daniz did not want to answer, for fear of exposing the secret, this The most probable …… belonged to an organization, first time at sea, and had the strength to deal with “steel” McVitie …… Alger’s eyelids lifted slightly, and he had a bold guess.
He tapped on the edge of the table, chatting about the weather and asked:
”Did you have a good time in Banshee Harbor?”
He accented the word “play.”
Daniz sidled his head in shock and asked offhandedly:
”How did you know?”
He was sure that in the style of the Storm Churches, there was no way they could have blown the whistle on a scandal, and with the passengers of the White Onyx only arriving last night, and those who had witnessed the actual event signing a non-disclosure agreement, how could the news have gotten out so quickly?
Alger smiled and did not answer.
At this moment, he profoundly understood the value of Emperor Rossel’s words:
Bold assumptions, careful evidence!
Daniz put away the winning chips from this hand and muttered:
”It’s not that big of a deal, there’s some ancient custom reviving there that led to the fall of a Storm Bishop.”
Sure enough …… Alger said with a low chuckle:
”I’ll keep an eye out for ‘Steel’ whereabouts for you.
”But how do I contact you?”
”Well …… 15 Incense Tree Avenue is an unoccupied house, just write the message on a piece of paper and throw it in.” Daniz replied hesitantly.
Alger nodded and patted “Flame” Danez on the shoulder as he stood up:
”Don’t forget the payment.”
He turned his body and walked towards the door.
As he watched the captain of the ghost ship leave, Danitz couldn’t help but grunt:
”This guy’s not bad.
”But I have to get out of here too.”
He didn’t dare to trust Alger completely, fearing that in a few minutes, the other party would lead “Steel” McVitie’s group to kill him.
Out of the Gold Coin Casino, wearing local wide-legged pants, Alger walked slowly towards the street, entered a department store, found the appropriate counter, smiled and pulled out a brass-colored pennyroyal:
”Give me a deck of tarot cards.”
As he waited, a thought came to him leisurely:
What were Mr. Fool’s dependents doing at this time?
……
Inside Old John’s Restaurant.
Klein watched as the waiter set the plate of grilled fish in front of him, wrapped in straw and layered with a variety of spices he knew and didn’t know.
The strong flavor drilled into Klein’s nose and greatly enriched the production of his saliva.
Worthy of being the Spice Islands …… Klein was about to pick up his knife and fork when he saw the waiter placing two twig-like objects on the dinner plate.
Chopsticks? Klein was a bit startled.
Then he quickly pinpointed the suspect:
Russell Gustav!
”You have to use this cutlery when you eat grilled combed spiny fish, and it is said that Rossel the Great got his inspiration from elven customs.” The waiter introduced it.
Elvish customs? Sure enough, it’s a race that loves cooking and food …… or rather, it’s purely an excuse made by Rosel …… Klein guessed rather knowing someone’s character.
He went to a few church hospitals in Byam in the morning, wanting to provide hospice care for certain dying people, help them fulfill their wishes, and play deeper in the process, and never found a suitable target.
It wasn’t that no one was dying in the hospitals, but they all had family members, or were with them, or had already witnessed the deaths, and there was no possibility of camouflage when you went back to faking it, only frightening effect.
Later, go to the bar where adventurers gather for a turn, where there are many outsiders, who came to the sea in pursuit of wealth, and at any time, like an unattended wild dog, will die in which dark corner, and the family will never get the news …… Klein collected his mind and focused on the food.