Chapter 513: Warning

Francesco sighed:

"When I was a bartender on another ship in the first half of the year, I met pirates. They mixed in with the passengers, more than ten of them. They controlled the engine room and boiler room at the beginning and repelled the counterattacks of the crew until the pirate ship approached."

"Thanks to the Mother Goddess, they just searched the cabins one by one for wealth. As long as you didn't resist, you wouldn't be hurt. Of course, beautiful ladies and men aren't in this range. You can't expect pirates to have high moral standards."

Lumian sipped the absinthe with a hint of mint and smiled slightly:

"Don't they worry that there might be people like the great adventurer Gehrman Sparrow among the passengers? When encountering such strong people who aren't willing to hand over money, do they also rob them directly?"

Lumian's question made Francesco a bit stunned.

After a long while, he answered:

"Being a pirate always involves higher risks, doesn't it?"

"Makes sense." Lumian nodded in agreement.

Francesco continued:

"Many merchant ships now hire retired navy personnel, adventurers at sea, and professional mercenaries to provide protection. They are all very powerful, can deal with riots on the ship, and will make pirates cautious, having room for negotiation."

"A merchant ship once had this kind of thing happen. The pirates occupied the advantage and controlled the ship, but felt that eating up the crew led by a few adventurers would result in heavy casualties, so they didn't launch a strong attack on the defense line, just took a protection fee through negotiation and then retreated, not robbing the cargo or searching the cabins."

Lumian laughed:

"If I were a pirate, I would establish a security company in Gatti Port, providing mercenaries familiar with the situation at sea. If they are willing to hire, I earn a labor fee. If they aren't willing to hire, I rob them directly. No matter what, there's always money to be made."

Francesco looked at this black-haired, green-eyed man in his twenties for a few times and muttered:

"You wouldn't be a pirate mole, would you? And the forces at sea are chaotic. Can you protect those who hire your men from being robbed by other pirates?"

"Hey, that's why I've always disliked the sea. Stepping on the earth gives me more security."

"Praise the Mother Earth, praise the mother of all things!"

A pure Feynapotter who believes in the "Mother Earth Goddess"... Lumian asked amusedly:

"Since you dislike the sea, why did you come to the ship to be a bartender?"

Francesco's expression gradually became wonderful:

"Don't you think such an independent kingdom floating on the sea and hard to contact the outside world is very romantic? When you meet a beautiful lady here, you will feel that the whole world is left with just the two of you, only able to rely on each other."

Your ultimate goal is to find a romantic encounter? Lumian sometimes really couldn't understand Feynapotters and the part of Trier residents similar to them.

At this time, Francesco pointed to a round table:

"That is Philip, the security supervisor of the 'Flying Bird.' He claims to be a retired naval officer from the Fog Sea Fleet, has destroyed multiple pirate ships by firing cannons, and has personally caught quite a few pirates carrying wanted warrants."

Lumian followed Francesco's finger and looked at the hall illuminated by multiple kerosene hanging lamps.

Beside a round table on the side, surrounded by a pile of men and women, was a middle-aged man with short light-gold hair, light-blue eyes, and traces of wind and rain on his face, who looked neither strict nor deep.

This man named Philip was wearing a dark blue and white woolen crew uniform, holding a glass of strong liquor, and said in an obviously showing-off tone:

"When I was serving on the St. Martin, I met the 'Queen of Disease' Trissy. At that time, she was only the 'Admiral of Disease,' *tsk tsk*, worthy of being the most beautiful woman on the five seas..."

"I tell you, if you really encounter big pirates, don't worry. I know them all and have a certain friendship, at least I can negotiate..."

"Haha, don't ask why a naval officer has a friendship with big pirates. There are many things at sea you don't understand, and it's best not to try to understand..."

The men and women surrounding Philip listened very carefully, occasionally sighing in admiration for which big figure he knew or a certain exciting adventure story he told.

I don't know when, Philip's left hand had already wrapped around the waist of a young girl, and the other party didn't try to shake it off, instead looking shy.

Lumian withdrew his gaze and asked the bartender Francesco:

"Does he really know so many big pirates?"

"Is he really a retired naval officer from the Fog Sea Fleet?"

Francesco had just wiped a glass and spread his hands:

"Who knows?"

"But after he became the safety supervisor of the 'Flying Bird,' we haven't encountered any pirate robberies in the five voyages over the past few months. I don't know if it's good luck, or if he really knows many pirates, can recognize which ones are infiltrators at a glance, and made warnings in advance."

In the five seas where pirates are rampant, the probability of not encountering pirate robberies in five consecutive long-distance voyages isn't high... Lumian turned his body again and sized up Philip, whose facial skin was rough, red, and had many traces of wind and frost.

He couldn't tell if this person was a Beyonder, let alone what sequence he might belong to. He only judged from the physical details that the other party had indeed been mixing at sea for many years.

Lumian concentrated his spirit and simply observed Philip's fortune.

It carried a bit of blood color.

There is a possibility of fighting and injury in the near future, but it won't endanger his life... Lumian frowned slightly, drank the absinthe in his hand, and ordered another glass of strong liquor.

Not long after, Philip left the bar with a flushed face, taking the girl whose waist he had wrapped around.

Lumian secretly "tsk"ed, shook his head, and said:

"You Intisians."

After another while, rhythmic music rang out in the bar. Many guests stood up, surged to the empty space in the middle, and danced the twist.

Lumian held the strong liquor, his body swaying lightly with the rhythm, as if immersed in such an atmosphere.

Since discovering that those gifted by evil gods were plotting big things, he hadn't been this relaxed for a long time.

Now, the hostel plan was a thing of the past, and the investigation into the core members of the "Fool's Day" would have to wait until arriving at Santa Port.

This was a rare vacation time.

Estimating that Ludwig should have his second midnight snack, Lumian put down his glass and left the bar on the deck level.

Along the empty stairs, listening to the sea breeze blowing with a *woo-woo* sound, when returning to the first-class cabin, Lumian whispered suddenly:

"Termiboros, is there any way to identify the Beyonders and pirates disguised as passengers on the ship? I want to visit them one by one, warn them, and let them behave themselves, so as not to affect my enjoyment of the journey."

If there are those who aren't willing to listen to the warning, "007" can help collect the bounty, and their extraordinary characteristics can also be exchanged for money!

Termiboros's magnificent, layered voice echoed in Lumian's ears:

"Wait until you become a demigod of fate, or change your pathway, then you will have a way."

Before Lumian could respond, the sealed angel added another sentence:

"You, who carry the residual aura of Alista Tudor and are slightly polluted by '0-01', really want to warn those people? It will likely induce disaster instead."

Meaning, I am the biggest disaster, just manage myself? Lumian, who originally wanted to rectify the dark world of the "Flying Bird" to ensure a pleasant journey, heard Termiboros's meaning and had to give up helplessly.

At this time, the "Flying Bird" had fallen into sleep. Lumian walked on the solid floor, hearing a slight creaking sound and faint crying.

Someone was crying sadly in some part of this ship.

Lumian wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of thing. When he first arrived at the Golden Rooster Hotel, he often heard Miss Isance, whom Charlie admired, crying like this.

"There are suffering people and sad people everywhere..." Lumian grew up under the influence of his writer sister and occasionally had a literary youth side.

He shook his head and walked back to his first-class cabin, Room 5.

Lugano had already slept in the servant's room, and Ludwig had changed into pajamas and a sleeping cap, waiting for his midnight snack.

Lumian sighed and began to take out the dry food that was easy to preserve from the "Traveler's Bag."

He was very glad that he had replenished his stock once more in Gatti Port.

He roughly estimated that it would cost 100 Vergold in food expenses to raise Ludwig normally every day, which was nearly 40,000 Vergold a year. Lumian still had a headache about this—Ludwig could eat up all his current savings in two years.

This made Lumian have to suspect that after Baron Brignier confirmed that Ludwig was really lost, he had quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

After placing the food for the two meals in the middle of the night in advance, Lumian washed simply and lay down on the bed in the master bedroom.

Amidst the feeling of gentle swaying, his spirit gradually relaxed and he slowly fell asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, Lumian woke up on time, feeling refreshed.

The food on the dining table had been completely cleared, and Ludwig and Lugano were still sleeping.

Lumian opened the window, breathed the fresh air, and simply exercised his body.

Near seven o'clock, he heard the *ding-a-ling* sound of the doorbell.

I scheduled breakfast to be delivered at eight-thirty... Lumian opened the door and saw the "Flying Bird's" safety supervisor, Philip, who had blond hair, blue eyes, and a face full of wind and frost.

This middle-aged man, who was laughing and joking in the bar last night, had a gloomy face and said coldly:

"I confirmed it. Your identity documents are fake."

How did you confirm it? Why did you specifically review our identity documents? Lumian didn't feel that the three of them had shown any abnormality after boarding the ship.

He suppressed the doubt in his heart and frowned, asking back:

"Are you trying to blackmail us?"

Philip glanced at the living room and said seriously:

"I don't want to know who you were before, nor do I want to care about what you will do in the future. I only require you to behave yourself and be honest while on the 'Flying Bird,' and enjoy the journey well. Don't do anything excessive, otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite."

Really confirmed we have a problem, huh... How did this guy do it? He actually has some ability, not as frivolous and simple as he looks on the surface... Lumian responded calmly with an attitude of absolute denial:

"I don't understand what you are talking about. Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

Philip stared at him for a few seconds:

"You understand what I mean."

After saying this, he turned his body and walked toward the end of the corridor.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 514 =====