Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 164 Dinner
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"...Anyway, this is the order you gave me, and I did as you asked."

Charles received Alger in the living room of his residence, and the freckled maid poured light-colored tea for the two.

The craftsman had no work today, and his shirt sleeves were not rolled up. He took a sip of tea and complained in a subtle tone:
"When I was in Intis, I generally didn't drink this kind of tasteless and cheap tea."

"I didn't expect that their prices would double at sea, and I can't even afford them! I heard that after shipping them to the southern continent, they can be sold to indigenous nobles who want to increase their status for double the price. Maritime transportation is really lucrative! I want to go out to sea to do business."

Pirate Captain Alger smiled slightly:
“Risks and opportunities coexist, and at sea, the risks are often higher.”

"Buy a ship and rent it to a shipping company. As long as the ship doesn't sink, I can make a profit." Charles still didn't give up.

The cost of building a ship was high, but the craftsman, who was overwhelmed by private work, did not care. His improved guns were selling very well, and the dividends from the military factory had reached an astonishing 5 pounds, and were still increasing. After arriving at sea, Beyonders and pirates from all sides also came to sell Beyonders or buy items. With the identity of a member of the Pilgrimage Sect and the protection of a Sequence strongman who was only one thousand meters away from his residence, Sharf had no worries about his life. His accumulated wealth was astonishing, enough to support this expensive attempt.

Alger spoke in time, interrupting Sharf's beautiful expectations for the shipping industry:

"Please show me the extraordinary item you have completed."

Charles swallowed his words in dismay. He reached out and took out a brown box from the secret compartment in the armrest of his sofa and placed it on his knees.

Alger leaned forward a little, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the freckled maid standing next to Charles, staring at him with sharp eyes.

Bodyguard? Perhaps a Low-Sequence Beyonder, or perhaps an ordinary person carrying a spiritual weapon... Alger guessed secretly.

Since he had never considered murder and robbery and had cooperated with him two or three times, Sharf had more trust in the ghost captain's business ethics.

"This is the item made with the Faceless Man's extraordinary characteristics that you brought with you."

Sharf opened the box, and what appeared before Alger's eyes was a silver mask.

It seems to be made of metal, with delicate patterns. It looks a bit exaggerated if you look closely, but it will definitely be liked by noble ladies who like delicate objects. The mask only shows the upper half of the face, as if it is a prop used to hide the identity at a masquerade, which is very consistent with the characteristic of "changing appearance".

Alger looked at the delicate patterns for a few more times and thought that it was the personal hobby of the craftsman from Intis. He didn't want to touch it casually, but after carefully examining it for a moment, he sat up straight again.

"The customer who placed the order will like it." Alger said confidently.

"Of course, of course. This item can change one's appearance and allow one to do things that are inconvenient with one's real appearance. Who wouldn't like it?"

Sharf closed the box and placed it next to himself, and joked: "I can't help wearing it myself, and I can turn the excess fat and meat into beautiful abdominal muscles."

"It's a pity that it would cost a fortune to keep it, but I could get a thousand pounds if I sold it."

Upon hearing this, Alger's gaze lingered on the other person's belly for a few seconds. Perhaps because his life as a rich man was too good, he felt that the craftsman was a little fatter than the last time they met.

"I'll bring the reward on my next visit," he said.

The generous Miss Justice spent 5500 pounds to purchase the item, of which 4500 pounds was given to The World and 1000 pounds was given to Charles. The World also had to pay her an agency fee.

These were the agreed rewards, but Justice also bought other items from him, so they would be sacrificed together when the time came. He couldn't trouble Mr. Fool again and again for these trivial matters. Alger felt that he had a good sense of propriety.

Unexpectedly, Sharf said, “Hurry up, I might have to leave Bayam soon.”

"You want to move?"

"No... I'm probably on a business trip." Sharf narrowed his eyes and took another sip of tea. "An elder in my family asked me to go on a business trip to the Southern Continent. I don't know when I'll leave, and I don't know when I'll be back."

He was reluctant to say more: "So, if you want to complete this commission smoothly, you'd better hurry up."

An elder... the craftsman was leaving Bayam for the southern continent... Alger didn't want to miss such a good processing and resale point. He nodded immediately, saying that he would bring the payment as soon as possible, and expressed his willingness for long-term cooperation, hoping that Sharf could tell him the new address.

After looking at the goods, Alger chatted with the other party for a while and thought of other things by the way.

"Is Mr. Garland in the orphanage now?"

"He's not here right now." Sharf replied, "Do you have something to talk to him about? If it's not important, you can tell me first and I'll pass it on."

Alger pondered for a moment and made a decision: "Okay."

He had already been the first to submit the same information to the Storm Church. Since the church did not prohibit it from being spread outside, it would be a good idea to use this information to make some extra money.

"Mr. Garland De previously commissioned me to investigate some matters. He is from the Southern Continent. It is said that his family wrote to him and told him that a large number of missing persons and kidnapping cases had occurred in the town where he lived. It was suspected that they were related to a notorious human trafficker named Barron."

"Human trafficking?" Sharf asked in amazement. "Isn't the Northern Continent already discussing the abolition of slavery?"

"Intis's bill has been issued. Although it is illegal, only a fine is required. Slave trading is rare now. Even if it exists, only beautiful children are worth buying. The scene of a nobleman going out with dozens of servants like in the past is no longer seen."

Alger nodded, and at the same time reached out to pick up the slightly cold tea and drank it all. "As you said. Without buyers, human traffickers will also reduce the frequency of trafficking, so this large-scale trafficking is very suspicious."

"Cult priest? Uh, I mean, the kind from the Rose School."

"The Rose School's base is in the southern continent. They have no shortage of sacrifices, so there's no need to give the slave traders a profit."

Sharf understood: "You mean, it's the Northern Continent that's buying slaves?"

Alger shook his head and didn't elaborate, but he took out a folded briefing and handed it over.

"Please give it to Mr. Garland."

Sharf made a look, and the maid took two steps forward, took the briefing with both hands, and then retreated back to Sharf without saying a word.

"Then I'll take my leave."

The pirate captain put down his cup, tied his hair with his turban, and stood up to say goodbye.

After leaving the house, Alger stretched in a good mood, looking forward to the receipt of the 70 pounds of intelligence fee.

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The passenger ship docked at a port on the colonial island, and dinner was served with fresh seafood and local wine.

Although the ship only stops for one night, many people are willing to get off the ship and dine at the port. The kitchen uniquely provides private ovens and self-service fresh food. Guests in need can go to a specific seat and use another oven to experience the fun of baking their own dinner.

The Outer God removed the iron skewers from the oven, covered it with an iron plate with raised edges, poured some cooking oil on it, and used a spatula to press the cut squid onto the red-hot iron plate. The squid tentacles made a sizzling sound and began to shrink and curl, shrinking to one-third of their original size in the blink of an eye.

Ten minutes later, he temporarily put away the spatula, brushed a layer of the sauce he had just prepared on the front and back of the squid, and then continued to press.

Season with coarse salt and smash two cloves of garlic. Ten minutes later, after being brushed with sauce and fried with seasonings many times, the grilled squid finally exudes a "qualified" aroma.

The Decayed King shoveled the garlic and the fried squid into the plate, carefully cut it into finger-sized pieces with cutlery, and picked up a squid tentacles that exuded an enticing aroma of sauce with a fork.

He suddenly reached out and picked up the plate of grilled squid. At this moment, the boat shook violently.

The entire ship seemed to tilt to the right suddenly by dozens of degrees, the chandelier swayed continuously, the light in the restaurant flickered, everything on the table slid down, and there were cries of pain from falling one after another in the restaurant, as well as the cries of the busy chef after being cut by the kitchen utensils.

The charcoal-lit grill flew out from in front of Him. He adjusted his wrist so that the plate remained parallel to the ground and steadily put the squid tentacles into his mouth.

After the ship slowly recovered, He finished eating the barbecue, stood up, walked to the deck outside, and casually asked the crew member closest to Him:
"Is there an enemy attack?"

The crew was doing evacuation work, and immediately responded at a very fast speed:
"There are two pirate ships, perhaps intending to plunder this port, and they just happened to discover our ship."

"Sir, we have the ability to deal with them. Please return to your room and wait for good news."

He was anxious but not panicked, and spoke in an orderly manner. I guess the captain had prepared an emergency statement long ago to prevent further chaos on the passenger ship.

Wai Shenwang looked out to sea and saw indeed two three-masted sailing ships parked very close in the night. Although the guns of the opposing ship were ready, there were no signs of artillery bombardment on the hull. Perhaps it was a premeditated collision threat.

"Can you identify them?" He asked.

The crew hesitated and said, "They are two medium-sized pirate gangs. We have sent a telegram to the nearest navy, and the captain is negotiating with them. Please return to the cabin, we will weigh anchor soon."

The Decayed King took another look at the pirate ship several dozen meters away, turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the cabin. When he passed the corner, his figure suddenly disintegrated.

……

On the deck of a pirate ship with a red skull flying.

Robbing a passenger ship with limited armed forces and far from the coast is a lucrative job at sea. Not only can you get a large amount of cash and valuables, but you can also extort a huge ransom by detaining the passengers.

A gunner felt an itch on the back of his neck, so he reached into his collar to scratch for lice. As a result, he accidentally tilted his head and saw a little wooden man with his head tilted sitting on a wine barrel behind him.

"What is this?" He muttered in confusion, and first looked back at the passenger ship. After confirming that there would be no fight for a while, he stood up and picked up the strange little wooden man. This little man was the size of a palm, and the joints were movable. It should be a toy. But it didn't look like a doll for a little girl, with no skirt and no face.

He fiddled with the little wooden figure for a few times, then turned around and shouted to the others, "Hey, who's this?"

The other pirates either ignored him or looked up disapprovingly, and when no one answered, he grabbed the little wooden man and walked to the side of the ship and threw the toy far out to sea.

Pfft!
The cold sea water suddenly poured into his mouth and ears and rushed down his throat.

He was horrified and immediately waved his arms to float up, but his joints seemed to be rusted and could not move, and his body seemed to be as heavy as if it was filled with lead. He could only watch himself sink into the sea in despair. He raised his head with all his strength for the last time and looked in the direction of the ship. He saw "himself" standing on the side of the ship, with the same appearance and clothes, looking at him with a smile.

that's me?
So who am I?

I am……

His thoughts became stagnant and his body became heavy. He sank into the water like a stone, without even a bubble coming out.

No one on the ship noticed what was happening. The "gunner" quickly returned to his position, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a wet little wooden man. The little wooden man was covered in seawater, but he kept dancing and waving his hands, as if he was very happy.

It smiled happily, turned its head 360 degrees very quickly, looked around the entire deck, and immediately selected the next prey.

A boatswain stood up, kicked away the debris at his feet and walked towards the cabin, perhaps to go back and get some food. It also stood up silently, followed behind the other, and suddenly reached out and turned the boatswain's head half a circle, turning it behind him.

His neck made a slight cracking sound, and their eyes met, and suddenly they revealed the same smile.

The boatswain turned his head with his hand, walked into the cabin with a smile on his face, and extended his hand to the staff officer who was walking towards him.

Soon, a smile appeared on the staff officer's face.

……

On another pirate ship, a bored pirate who was waiting for the outcome of the negotiations was observing the situation through a telescope. He saw the captain of the passenger ship standing at the bow and shouting at the leader of the Red Skull Pirates, and it seemed that the situation was still in a stalemate.

He turned the camera and scanned the Red Skull Pirates' ship, only to see that everyone on the deck was staying at their respective positions, preparing meticulously. He immediately felt that something was very wrong.

"Hey." He nudged another pirate standing next to him with his elbow, put down the telescope, pointed at the Red Skull Pirates' ship and said, "Why are they so quiet? Don't you think it's a bit strange..."

The pirate next to him in a gray shirt turned his head straight:
"What's weird?"

The three gunners behind him turned their heads at the same time and asked in unison:

"What's weird?"

The first mate, second mate, and everyone else in the pirate group poked their heads out from every corner of the ship, staring at him, and asked in unison:
"What's weird?"

The pirate was so frightened that his face turned pale and the telescope slipped from his hand. He took a half step to the side and suddenly fell to the ground, twitching a few times before becoming motionless.

The others surrounded his body in three layers, and seeing that he was frightened to death, they pulled out his spirit and asked persistently:

"What's so strange about that?"

The pirate spirit said: "How could the Red Skull be so well-trained..."

A pale corpse walked out of the cabin. Seeing this scene, he commented calmly:
“Everything is weird.”

Everyone turned their heads back, and a little wooden figure poked its head out of the pocket of the pirate in the gray shirt, and the pirate began to accuse:

"grown ups!"

"He said I was weird!"

The corpse who was once the leader of this pirate group said: "It is indeed strange. I clearly remember that you have never met Amon. It is surprising that the instincts of your two paths can be interconnected in this way."

"You are the Faceless Man, a master of puppets. You must learn how to manipulate and disguise, not the scary methods of the thieves."

"Manipulation, and, disguise?"

They repeated it in unison, and everyone except the grey pirate began to make different movements, even the frightened pirate stood up again with the telescope in his hand.

But just like a person needs a short period of practice to draw a circle with the left hand and a square with the right hand, these people walked around, trying to simulate the original behavior, but kept bumping into each other, stepping on their left foot with their right foot, walking forward facing the wall, lying on the ground and rolling on their legs and unable to stand up, as if they had accidentally entered the Ubisoft world. The "faceless puppets" made many mistakes and even accidentally fired a shot at the Red Skull Pirates in the distance.

A column of water exploded very close to the Red Skull Pirates' ship, causing the ship to shake.

The corpse watched silently as the water column rose and fell, then turned to look at the gray pirate. The little wooden man in the pirate's pocket slowly hid in his pocket.

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The sound of gunfire in the distance and the sudden shaking of the ship attracted the attention of the captain of the Red Skull Pirates. "Sea Wolf" Johnson, who had a bounty of 900 pounds, immediately stared at the captain of the passenger ship opposite with a fierce look.

"How dare you launch an attack!" The sound of the cannon came from behind. Johnson instinctively felt that something was wrong, but his first reaction was to immediately shout slander in an attempt to intimidate the captain of the passenger ship. "There is nothing to talk about, sir. Get ready to pray to your God!"

When the cannon sounded, the captain of the passenger ship showed a hidden surprise on his face, expecting that the naval assistance he called for had arrived.

But the sky and the sea in the distance were dark, and there was no sign of any reinforcements.

Could it be that there was an internal conflict...?
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard behind Johnson, and the first mate with an eye patch on one eye hurried over and whispered a few words in Johnson's ear.

The captain of the passenger ship caught the flash of surprise on Johnson's face, and he immediately made a gesture behind him. The crew member closest to the cabin door immediately slipped out and notified the crew to weigh anchor and prepare for battle.

At this moment, Johnson suddenly pulled out his revolver and fired several shots. The people on the cruise ship were completely caught off guard by this and several people were shot and bleeding profusely.

"You're lucky!"

Seeing this, Johnson's resentment finally subsided, and he followed the first mate into the cabin. The Red Skull Pirates' ship began to turn around, and the black muzzle of the gun stretched out.

The captain of the passenger ship covered his injured arm with one hand. After their figures disappeared, he finally let go of his worry. Without thinking, he shouted, "Call the ship's doctor!"

Johnson rushed into the cabin, looked at the crowded Black Blood Pirates' ship in the distance, and after swearing a few words, was about to order the guns to fire, but suddenly his instinct moved and he stopped.

He turned his head sharply, looked at his first mate, and then kicked a gunner on the deck without warning:
"Farley! You drunkard, why don't you have a bottle in your hand today?!"

As he spoke, Johnson had already drawn his knife and signaled with his eyes to the people around him to keep a close eye on the gunner.

The drunkard looked at his hands slowly - due to the multi-threaded operation, the "faceless puppet" was now processing information very slowly - then he slowly reached out and grabbed the half-empty bottle of Lonzi at his feet. Johnson's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he kicked him over again.

At the same time, he finally discovered something unusual. He said that Black Blood had turned against him, but the other side just kept walking around on the deck. He had wasted so much time, but the other side didn't even fire a shot!

Kicked to the ground, Farley looked forward, kicked his legs, and waved his hands in the air, as if he was too drunk to stand up. But a moment later, he stood up straight sideways as if being pulled by an invisible string. Johnson's hair stood on end, and he immediately swung his knife to chop off his head, but the light sources around him suddenly decreased - everyone on the deck turned towards him and took a big step closer!

“You found it!”

"Acting is not good enough!"

"Make up for it and kill you!"

Dozens of them reached out to Johnson at the same time. Johnson yelled and swung his knife wildly, but soon it got stuck in the bone of one of his subordinates and couldn't be pulled out. Those hands grabbed his hair, tore off his ears, dug out his eyes... Soon all the organs that could be removed were stripped from his body, turning him into a mass of rotten meat that was unrecognizable.

Then they turned and the two ships began to bombard each other alternately.

Soon, the shells hit Blackblood's ammunition magazine and also made a huge gap in Red Skull. They sank and exploded at the same time, turning into two burning wreckages. Naturally, no one survived.

The passengers on the passenger ship, who were extremely alert and quietly turned the bow of the ship, witnessed the entire scene. The ship's doctor even forgot to bandage the wound.

"What happened? Why did the pirates who just came together to rob us suddenly fight among themselves and die together..."

The secretary looked at the two pieces of wreckage and murmured in shock.

"That's not important. What's important is that they were annihilated, and we were unscathed. ... Count the personnel, and set sail immediately after confirming that everyone is OK."

The captain's eyes were filled with disbelief and deep relief at surviving the disaster.

The Outer God returned to the deck and met a hurried crew member. When the crew member saw Him, he immediately spoke:
"Sir, why are you outside?"

"Please return to the cabin immediately. The pirate threat has been resolved and we are about to leave this port!"

The Outer God nodded, and walked away from the crew, returning to his stateroom.

He opened his clenched palms, and a translucent spirit appeared above his palms. Captain Johnson, the only one who was not swallowed, floated in the air in a daze, with a look of fear before death still on his face.

"Do you know what intelligence there is at sea recently?"

Hearing this question, the pain on Johnson's face eased a little, and he began to answer in a dreamy voice:
"I know……"

"There are cult activities in Bansi Port. They have been dealt with by the Storm Church and are prohibited from docking..."

"Danis Dubois killed Admiral Blood's second mate, Iron Maiviti, and many other subordinates..."

TBC
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You never thought that the first person to be discovered by Decline would be you, Danitz! .jpg
Humans also need education, mythical creatures can be educated, and living extraordinary objects can still be educated. This is what is considered healthy!
After all, Hermann's name had not yet spread out at this time, and we would have to wait at least... for some time.

(End of this chapter)