Francesco sighed and said:
"In the first half of the year, when I was working as a bartender on another ship, I met pirates, who were among the passengers, more than ten people, and controlled the engine room and boiler bay from the beginning, repelled the crew's counterattack, and waited for the pirate ship to approach.
"Thank you Mother Goddess, they just loot their belongings from cabin to cabin, as long as they don't resist, they won't be harmed, of course, beautiful ladies and men are not within this range, you can't expect the pirates to have a high moral level."
Lumian took a sip of absinthe with mint flavor and smiled slightly:
"They don't have to worry about the passengers on the boat who are like the great adventurer Gelman. Sparrow's people? When encountering such a strong person who is unwilling to hand over money, they will also rob it directly?"
Lumian's question made Francesco a little stunned.
After a while, he replied:
"Being a pirate always comes with higher risks, isn't it?"
"Makes sense." Lumian nodded in agreement.
Francesco continued:
"Nowadays, many merchant ships will ask retired navy, adventurers at sea, and professional mercenaries to provide protection, they are all very powerful, they can deal with the turmoil on the ship, and they will also make the pirates scrupulous and have room for negotiation.
"This kind of thing happened to a merchant ship before, the pirates had the advantage and controlled the ship, but they felt that eating the sailor team led by a few adventurers would pay more casualties.
Lumian laughed when he heard this:
"If I were a pirate, I would set up a security company in Port Gati to provide mercenaries who are familiar with the maritime situation, and if I am willing to hire, I will earn a labor fee, and if I am unwilling to hire, I will directly grab it, no matter what, there will always be money."
Francesco looked at the black-haired and green-eyed man in his twenties in astonishment a few times, and muttered:
"You can't be an undercover pirate, are you? And the maritime forces are chaotic, can you protect the people who hire you from being robbed by other pirates?
"Hey, so I have never liked the sea, but stepping on the earth gives me a sense of security.
"Praise the earth, the Mother of all things!"
Pure Fenepot people who believe in the "Mother Earth"...... Lumian asked amusedly:
"Since you don't like the sea, why do you still work as a bartender on the ship?"
Francesco's expression gradually became more and more exciting:
"Don't you think such an independent kingdom floating on the sea and difficult to connect with the outside world is romantic? When you meet a beautiful lady here, you will feel that there are only two of you left in the world, and you can only rely on each other."
Your ultimate goal is to find a romantic encounter? Lumian sometimes really couldn't understand the Fenneports and some Triers who were similar to them.
At this time, Francesco pointed to a round table:
"That is Philip, the security director of the 'Asuka', who claims to be a retired officer of the Misty Sea Fleet, who has fired and destroyed many pirate ships and personally captured many pirates with wanted notices."
Lumian followed Francesco's fingers and looked into the hall illuminated by multiple kerosene chandeliers.
Surrounded by a group of men and women at the round table on the side, surrounded by a middle-aged man with short pale blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a face with traces of wind and rain, who looked neither serious nor deep.
The man named Philip was dressed in a dark blue and white tweed crew costume, holding a glass of Renzi, and said in an obviously ostentatious tone:
"When I was serving on the St. Martin, I met Tracy, the 'Queen of Disease', at that time, she was just a 'Lieutenant General of Disease', tsk tsk, she is worthy of being the most beautiful woman on the five seas......
"Let me tell you, if you really encounter a great pirate, don't worry, I know them and have a certain friendship, at least we can negotiate......
"Haha, don't ask the naval officer why he has a friendship with the pirates, you don't understand many things at sea, and it's best not to understand ......"
The men and women around Philip listened attentively, and from time to time they exclaimed in admiration for which big man they knew or a wonderful adventure story he told.
At some point, Philip's left hand had wrapped around a girl's waist, but the other party did not try to get rid of it, but looked shy.
Lumian retracted his gaze and said to the bartender Francesco:
"Does he really know so many big pirates?
"Is he really a retired officer of the Misty Sea Fleet?"
Francesco had just wiped a cup, spread his hands and said:
"Who knows?
"But after he became the security supervisor of the 'Asuka', we have never encountered pirate robbery in the five times we have gone to sea in the past few months, and I don't know if it was luck, or if he really knew a lot of pirates, and he could recognize which ones were lurkers at a glance and gave a warning in advance."
On top of the five seas where pirates are plagued, the probability of not encountering pirates on five consecutive long-distance voyages is not high...... Lumian turned his body sideways again and looked at Philip, whose face was rough and red, and there were many traces of wind and frost.
He couldn't tell if this was an extraordinary person, let alone which sequence he might belong to, but he could judge from the physical details that the other party was indeed hanging out at sea all year round.
Lumian concentrated and simply observed Philip's fortune.
It was a little bloody.
There is a possibility of fighting and injury in the future, but it is not life-threatening...... Lumian frowned slightly, drank all the absinthe in his hand, and asked for a glass of strong Lonzi again.
It didn't take long for Philip to leave the bar with a rosy face and the girl who was wrapped around his waist.
Lumian secretly "tsk", shook his head and said:
"You Intis."
After a while, the bar was filled with rhythmic music, and many customers stood up and rushed to the middle clearing, dancing a wriggle.
Lumian held the spirit, his body swaying gently to the rhythm, as if immersed in such an atmosphere.
Ever since he discovered that those evil god gives were plotting great things, he hadn't relaxed so much for a long time.
Now, the hostel plan is a thing of the past, and the tracking of the core members of "April Fool's Day" will not begin until they arrive in Port Santa.
It was a rare vacation time.
After guessing that Ludwig should have a second supper, Lumian put down his glass and left the bar on the deck floor.
Along the unmanned stairs, listening to the whining sea breeze, when returning to the first class, Lumian suddenly whispered:
"Thermipoulos, is there a way to identify the extraordinary on board and the passengers disguised as pirates? I want to come to the door one by one, warn them one by one, let them be at ease, and don't interfere with my enjoyment of the journey."
If you really don't want to listen to the warning, "007" can help you get the bounty, and the extraordinary characteristics they extract can also be exchanged for money!
Thermibolos' magnificent cascading voice echoed in Lumian's ears:
"When you become a demigod of fate, or change your path, there will be a way."
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, the sealed angel added:
"With Alistair. If you really want to warn those people who have a residual breath and are slightly polluted by '0-01', there is a high probability of inducing disaster."
It means, I am the biggest disaster, just take care of yourself? Wanting to rectify the dark world of the "Asuka" and ensure a pleasant journey, Lumian heard Thermiporos' meaning and had no choice but to give up.
At this time, the "Asuka" had fallen into a deep sleep, and Lumian walked on the solid floor, hearing a slight creak and a faint cry.
Somewhere on the ship, it seemed as if there was a woman crying sadly.
Lumian was no stranger to this kind of thing, and when he first arrived at the Golden Rooster Hotel, he often heard Miss Ethans, the object of Charlie's admiration, crying like this.
"There are suffering people everywhere, sad people......" Lumian grew up under the influence of a writer's sister, and occasionally has a literary and artistic youth.
He shook his head and walked back to his first-class room 5.
Lugano had already slept in the servant's room, and Ludwig changed into pajamas, pajama pants, and put on a nightcap, waiting for his supper.
Lumian sighed and began to take out the easy-to-keep food from the Traveler's Bag.
He was glad that he had restocked again in Port Gatti.
He roughly estimated that it would cost 100 Felkin for food to raise Ludwig normally every day, which is almost 40,000 Felkin a year.
This made Lumian have to wonder if Baron Brignel was quietly relieved after confirming that Ludwig was really lost.
After putting the two meals in the middle of the night in advance, Lumian simply washed up and lay down on the bed in the master bedroom.
In the feeling of gently shaking, his spirit gradually relaxed and he slowly fell asleep.
At six o'clock in the morning, Lumian woke up on time and refreshed.
The table was all emptied, and Ludwig and Lugano were still sleeping.
Lumian pushed open the window, breathed in the fresh air, and moved his body simply.
When it was almost seven o'clock, he heard the doorbell ringing.
I made an appointment to deliver breakfast at 8:30...... Lumian opened the door and saw Philip, the security director of the "Asuka", with blond hair and blue eyes and a face full of wind and frost.
The middle-aged man who was giggling in the bar last night had a calm face and said coldly:
"I have confirmed that your identity certificate is fake."
How to confirm? Why do you go out of your way to review our identity documents? Lumian didn't feel that the three of them showed anything unusual after getting on the ship.
He suppressed the doubts in his heart, frowned and asked:
"You want to blackmail us?"
Philip looked at the living room and said seriously:
"I don't want to know who you used to be, and I don't want to care what you do in the future, I just ask you to be calm, honest, enjoy the journey, and don't do anything exaggerated, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."
Are you sure we have a problem...... How did this guy do it? It's really a bit capable, not as frivolous and simple as it seems...... Lumian responded calmly with an attitude of never admitting it:
"I don't understand what you're talking about, is there any misunderstanding between us?"
Phillip looked at him deeply for a few seconds:
"Just understand what I mean."
After saying that, he turned his body and walked to the end of the aisle.
(End of this chapter)