Chapter 513

Francesco sighed:

"When I was a bartender on another ship in the first half of the year, I encountered pirates. They were mixed in with the passengers, there were more than ten of them, and they controlled the engine room and boiler room from the beginning, repelling the counterattacks of the crew, waiting for the pirate ship to approach."

"Thank the Mother, they just searched the cabins for wealth one by one. 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."

Lu Mian 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 they encounter such strong people who aren't willing to hand over money, do they also directly take action to rob?"

Lu Mian's question left Francesco a bit stunned.

After a long while, he answered:

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

"Makes sense." Lu Mian nodded in agreement.

Francesco continued:

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

"There was a merchant ship before that had this kind of thing happen. The pirates occupied the advantage and controlled the ship, but felt that eating the sailor team led by several adventurers would pay a large casualty, so they didn't storm the defense line, just took a protection fee through negotiation and then retreated, didn't rob the cargo, and didn't search the cabins."

Lu Mian laughed:

"If I were a pirate, I would set up a security company in Gatti Port, providing mercenaries familiar with the situation on the sea. Those willing to hire, I earn a labor fee. Those not willing to hire, I directly rob. No matter what, there's always money to be made."

Francesco sized up the twenty-something-year-old man with black hair and green eyes a few times in astonishment and muttered:

"You wouldn't be a pirate's undercover agent, would you? And the forces on the sea are chaotic. Can you protect the people you hire from being robbed by other pirates?

"Anyway, I have always disliked the sea. Only stepping on the earth can give me a sense of security.

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

A pure Feynapot person who believes in "Mother Earth"... Lu Mian 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 with the outside world is very romantic? When you meet a beautiful lady here, you will feel that the whole world is left with only the two of you, and only each other can be relied upon."

Your ultimate goal is to find a romantic encounter? Lu Mian sometimes really can't understand Feynapot people and some Trier people 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 military officer of the Fog Sea Fleet, has destroyed multiple pirate ships with cannons, and has personally caught quite a few pirates carrying wanted orders."

Lu Mian followed Francesco's finger and looked at the hall illuminated by multiple kerosene chandeliers.

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

This man named Philip wore dark blue and white woolen crew clothing and held a glass of strong liquor, using an obvious tone of showing off:

"When I was serving on the St. Martin, I met the 'Queen of Disease' Tracy. 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 navy officer has a friendship with big pirates. There are many things on the sea you don't understand, and it's best not to go and understand..."

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

I don't know when, Philip's left hand had already circled the waist of a young girl, and the other party didn't try to break free, instead looking shy.

Lu Mian withdrew his gaze and asked the bartender Francesco:

"Does he really know so many big pirates?

"Is he really a retired military officer of the Fog Sea Fleet?"

Francesco, who had just finished wiping a glass, spread his hands:

"Who knows?

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

The probability of not encountering pirate robbery in five consecutive long-distance voyages on the five seas where pirates are rampant is not high... Lu Mian 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 which sequence he might belong to. He only judged from the physical details that the other party had indeed been mixed up on the sea for many years.

Lu Mian 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... Lu Mian frowned slightly, drank the absinthe in his hand, and ordered another glass of strong liquor.

Not long after, Philip, with a rosy face, left the bar with the girl whose waist he had circled.

Lu Mian secretly "tsked" and shook his head:

"You Intis people."

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

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

Ever since discovering that those gifted ones of the evil god were plotting major events, he hadn't been this relaxed for a long time.

Now, the hostel plan was a thing of the past, and the investigation of the core members of the "April Fools" would have to wait until arriving at Santa Port.

This was a rare vacation time.

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

Along the empty stairs, listening to the *woo-woo* sea breeze, when returning to the first-class cabin, Lu Mian suddenly whispered:

"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, give them a warning, and let them be peaceful, don't affect my enjoyment of the journey."

If there are those who are unwilling to listen to the warning, "007" can help collect the bounty, and the Beyonder characteristics they precipitate can also be exchanged for money!

Termiboros's magnificent, layered voice echoed in Lu Mian's ears:

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

Before Lu Mian could respond, this 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? Instead, you will likely induce disaster."

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

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

Some woman seemed to be crying sadly somewhere on this ship.

Lu Mian 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, sad people everywhere..." Lu Mian 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. Ludwig had changed into pajamas and sleeping pants, wearing a sleeping cap, waiting for his midnight snack.

Lu Mian sighed and began to pull out those foods that were 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 raising Ludwig normally would cost 100 Vergold in food expenses every day, nearly 40,000 Vergold a year. Regarding this, Lu Mian still had a bit of a headache—Ludwig could eat up all his current savings in two years.

This made Lu Mian have to suspect that after Baron Brignoles confirmed that Ludwig was really lost, he might have quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

After putting the food for the two midnight meals in advance, Lu Mian washed up simply and lay on the bed in the master bedroom.

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

At six in the morning, Lu Mian woke up on time, feeling refreshed.

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

Lu Mian pushed open the window, breathed the fresh air, and simply moved his body.

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

Breakfast I scheduled to be sent at eight-thirty... Lu Mian opened the door and saw Philip, the safety supervisor of the "Flying Bird," with blonde 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 examine our identity documents? Lu Mian didn't feel that the three of them had shown any abnormalities after boarding the ship.

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

"Are you trying to blackmail us?"

Philip looked at the living room and said seriously:

"I don't want to know what kind of people you were before, nor do I want to care what you do in the future. I only require you to be peaceful and 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 that we have problems... How did this guy do it? He really has some ability, not as frivolous and simple as the surface... Lu Mian responded calmly with an attitude of absolutely not admitting it:

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

Philip looked at him deeply for a few seconds:

"You just need to understand what I mean."

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

(End of chapter)