Chapter 782: Basic Work (Thanks to Mr

When Lu Mian listened to the bartender talk about the pirate admirals' grudges, the pirates behind him were all a bit restless.

They all longed for someone to stand up and be the first to open fire or draw a sword against this arrogant adventurer, and then they would swarm up depending on the situation.

However, under the deterrence of those crimson, near-white fireballs, the pirates looked at each other, and not a single one dared to cross the chair Lu Mian had designated.

They were all thinking that someone so arrogant must have a certain level of strength, and the carnival bar was of a relatively low grade, with no great pirates. Now, they could only hope that those who had just left could find powerful help.

Ten-plus minutes passed, and one of the pirates who had left the carnival bar pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man wearing a tricorne hat and deep blue clothing.

The pirates in the bar immediately straightened their backs and held their breath, and the noisy and lively atmosphere returned to silence.

Some of them recognized the middle-aged man, knowing that the other party was the captain of the *Rosemary*, "Flying Hadmark," one of the well-known great pirates second only to the pirate admirals, who had been active on the Five Seas for more than a decade.

The pirate who pushed open the heavy wooden door showed a fawning smile, pointed at Lu Mian's back, and said:

"Captain, that's the adventurer I was talking about!

"He actually dares to provoke all the pirates in the carnival bar at Banamo Port!"

Hadmark's hair was relatively coarse and dark in color, and his every move was full of momentum. He looked at Lu Mian's back for a few seconds, was silent for a moment, and said:

"How long has he been maintaining those fireballs?"

"I don't know. They were there when I left this bar, but he might not have been maintaining them the whole time." The pirate who pushed open the heavy wooden door grabbed a young pirate sitting by the door, pointed at Lu Mian, and asked viciously, "How long have his fireballs been maintained?"

The young pirate was scared and flustered. He hurriedly looked at the old wall clock on the wall and said stutteringly:

"Almost, almost a quarter of an hour."

A quarter of an hour? "Flying Hadmark's" eyelids twitched, and he suddenly revealed an expression of having remembered an important matter.

He then scolded his sailor:

"Did you forget that we still have an important transaction at the pier?

"Bastard, is your brain only filled with alcohol, women, and face?"

"Flying Hadmark" scolded while turning his body and walking toward the outside of the carnival bar.

His sailor was a bit stunned by the scolding, but still instinctively followed.

Whatever the captain said was right!

The silence in the carnival bar continued. At this time, Lu Mian finished the remaining Rhenish and stood up.

He brought those dozen or so crimson, near-white fireballs that showed no sign of weakening and swept his gaze across the pirates in the bar once again.

The next second, he smiled, pressed his right index and middle fingers together, brought them to his mouth, and blew lightly.

This was like blowing away the gunpowder smoke from a pistol after finishing off all the pirates in the bar.

As the pirates' gazes and expressions changed, Lu Mian walked toward the door, hands in his pockets, exceptionally leisurely.

One pirate after another subconsciously made way.

Some were aggrieved, some were grinding their teeth, and some were comforting themselves, "This isn't fear, it's just that those fireballs are too dazzling!"

Lu Mian seemed completely unafraid of being ambushed, walking out of the carnival bar from the wide path the pirates had cleared, as if accepting their crowd and welcome.

Late at night, in a room of an inconspicuous hotel at Banamo Port.

Lu Mian leaned against the back of his chair and said to Franca:

"You change your appearance, find a few people, and spread the word that an unknown adventurer is provoking all the pirates, saying that the adventurer thinks pirates are all cowards, that there isn't a single true powerhouse, and that he can step on any pirate's head at will."

Franca's mouth twitched slightly:

"Fishing again?

"You are simply a fishing expert......"

Lu Mian smiled:

"According to the intelligence gathered so far, the 'Admiral of the Deep' doesn't like to appear in public because of his sea monster blood. Even if he arrives at Banamo Port, he should stay on his flagship, the *Newins*. If he wants women and food, naturally someone will help him deliver them to the ship.

"In this situation, we can only risk sneaking onto the *Newins*. That is an alchemical ship obtained from some ruin. We have no way of knowing if there are powerful mechanisms and traps on it. Moreover, there must be quite a few Beyonder pirates on the ship. 'Hunters,' after all, should try to avoid fighting on someone else's home turf.

"I deliberately provoked the pirates at Banamo Port because I know there isn't any pirate admiral here currently. I have enough confidence to solve other great pirates and well-known great pirates. They should also be able to figure this out quickly. And counting on pirate teams to cooperate to solve me is overestimating their trust in each other. Who isn't robbing whom?

"I don't expect pirates to have a sense of collective honor, but they definitely won't lack the desire to show their abilities, make their names more famous, and be praised and feared by many pirates. And the pirates at Banamo Port are also waiting for a great pirate with enough confidence to deal with me. At this time, the *Newins* arrives, the 'Admiral of the Deep' arrives. You guess, what will happen?"

Jenna suddenly realized:

"If it's the 'Admiral of the Deep' leaving the *Newins* and taking action personally, that would definitely be the best result. That will be a battle on our preset home turf. Even if the 'Admiral of the Deep' isn't interested, his capable subordinates won't be absent from this matter. They have the 'Admiral of the Deep' as their trump card, so they won't fear failure and will be more courageous to challenge than other well-known great pirates. By then, the number of Beyonders on the *Newins* will be significantly reduced, and our opportunity will come."

"Not bad at learning psychological analysis." Lu Mian praised mockingly.

Jenna glanced at him:

"Good drama actors must be good at guessing people's hearts."

"And then perform for the 'audience' to see?" Lu Mian joked along.

Anthony didn't have any extra expression changes because of this.

Franca gave a "heh":

"What if the fleet of some pirate king arrives before the *Newins*?"

Lu Mian spread his hands:

"I already said it's an unknown adventurer provoking the pirates at Banamo Port. The benefit of being unknown is that if you disappear, no one can find you. Then, change your face and appearance, and you can execute another plan."

"'Conspirator' really has eight hundred schemes......" Franca muttered, "Then it's decided."

Lu Mian turned to talk about the possibility of creating a major plague at Banamo Port if there was no other way, emphasizing that the prerequisite was to have the local residents drink a potion to prevent infection without them noticing in advance.

Franca was stunned.

It took her several seconds before she said:

"You even thought of this...... Why don't we cooperate to open a plague company? Alright, just kidding. This matter has a certain feasibility, but in this day and age, where are there vaccines, uh, potions to prevent infection?"

"Normally there aren't, but we can seek help from mysticism." Lu Mian had already thought of a possible direction, "Isn't the 'Apothecary' pathway for this? As long as we hand over a certain number of infected people to them in advance, let them observe, think, and experiment, they should be able to formulate effective preventive or therapeutic potions. Don't be afraid of not finding an 'Apothecary.' We have the Fool Apothecary Company; we won't lack 'Apothecaries'."

Lu Mian already knew from Ms. "Magician" that the Fool Apothecary Company had inextricable ties with the "Tarot Club."

Jenna calculated subconsciously:

"A potion with mystical effects costs at least 100 gold pounds. There are probably tens of thousands of non-pirate residents at Banamo Port. We would need to prepare at least 1 million gold pounds. We can't let the 'Apothecaries' of the Fool Apothecary Company not charge for their labor or materials, right?"

1 million gold pounds was not a small amount. A Sequence 5 Beyonder characteristic only cost about 200,000 gold pounds.

"Spending 1 million gold pounds to become a demigod, that's too worth it." Lu Mian suddenly smiled, "1 million gold pounds is just one 'Admiral of the Deep.' Even if we can't kill him, those leaders under him are quite valuable."

Franca sighed:

"You now truly have a bit of Gehrman Sparrow's style. However, Gehrman Sparrow treats pirates as piggy banks and generally only targets those with high bounties, while you want to cut off the roots of the pirate group!"

If they really created such a major plague, nearly thousands or ten thousand pirates would be affected.

Before Lu Mian could respond, Franca laughed at herself:

"The 'Admiral of the Deep' is also quite unlucky. Sitting in his flagship perfectly fine, without having done anything yet, he was inexplicably targeted by us."

Lu Mian laughed and said with great awareness:

"Nothing to lament. The 'Hunter's' basic work is to create chaos and strife.

"And you, a 'Witch,' your basic work is to bring disaster and pain.

"Giving these to pirates is better than affecting the innocent."

Franca was silent for a moment, and so was Jenna.

*Achoo! *

Banamo Port, Mason, who was sitting at the pier blowing the sea breeze with a bottle of rye beer, suddenly sneezed.

He immediately thought of the messenger summoning ritual he had completed in the afternoon and the messenger that made him instinctively uneasy, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Could the sneeze just now be the legendary spiritual warning?

"Could I really become the protagonist of some mystical event, the idiot who made a mistake and attracted evil gods and demons?

"Could the ritual I performed really bring some kind of disaster to Banamo Port?

"Have the hidden dangers and problems already appeared and started flowing quietly in the dark corners of Banamo Port?"

*Gulp*, Mason took a big sip of beer, comforting himself that he was just scaring himself:

From the afternoon until now, there hasn't been any sign of disaster!

Nor have I heard of any abnormal phenomena!

It was just summoning a messenger; there shouldn't be any problems!

PS: Thanks to Mr. O of the Aurora Order for another Silver Alliance donation!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 783 =====