Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 84: Invitation from the Whale Grave City

"On the Whale Grave, no one can simply be a bystander."

"Every transaction here is a gamble, and every gambler is prey."

The air of the Baleen Bar is filled with the rich aroma of rum.

The mixture of sea salt, tobacco and the metallic smell of copper coins rubbing against each other creates the atmosphere of a typical pirate gathering place.

The figures around were intertwined, there were gamblers cursing as they threw their last gold coin onto the gambling table, there were also drunkards drinking heavily.

He threw the wine glass to the ground and hummed a vulgar sea song.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the various pirate bounties and worn treasure maps hanging on the wall.
The entire bar looks like a secret room sunk to the bottom of the sea, hiding countless secrets and conspiracies.

The crew of the Lost pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the most famous bar on the Whale Grave.

The noise had not completely stopped, but a few eyes still lingered on them briefly, with curiosity or scrutiny.

More eyes were attracted by the deep red figure in front of the bar.

Mrs. May leaned lazily against the bar, holding a glass of rum. Her slender fingers gently swirled the amber liquid in the glass, and her black lace gloves made her movements look particularly elegant.

She wore a bright red rose on her chest, as bright as if it had just been stained with blood, and her red lips parted slightly.
He showed a faint smile, as if he knew everything and had already won the victory.

Beside her stood three women, each with their own unique charm. They were the core members of the Scarlet Rose Pirates.

The expressions in their eyes were different: some were alert, some were scrutinizing, and some were a little playful.

Mrs. May raised her hand slightly, signaling the bartender to pour a few more glasses of rum.

The wine poured out, hitting the wall of the glass, making a low echo, as if the bar was also waiting for a formal conversation to begin.

"I knew you would arrive safely." She raised her glass, her tone filled with a lazy certainty.

Calvino smiled, took the glass, took a sip, and the rum slid into his throat with a slight spiciness.
He shook his cup casually, his tone joking: "If we can't even find this place, we are too weak, aren't we, Madam May?"

Madam Mei raised her eyebrows, her fingertips slowly sliding along the rim of the wine glass, looking at him with a half-smile: "Of course, I'm never wrong in judging people."

She put down her glass, slowly glanced at everyone on the Lost, and asked casually, "Did you have a smooth journey?"

Calvino shrugged, his tone still that unpredictable casualness: "Not bad, except for that damned Tide of the Dead."

After the words fell, the pirates who were chatting in the bar paused for a moment.
Everyone looked at him in surprise, and the air seemed to sink for a moment.

"Tide of the Dead?" A one-eyed old sailor sitting in the corner put down the wine glass in his hand, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that the Dream Sea doesn't want you to see the Whale Tomb alive." Mrs. Mei chuckled, and there was no surprise in her tone, but instead there was a hint of profound meaning.

The three women beside her showed different expressions——

The woman standing on the left raised her eyebrows slightly, a nonchalant smile on her lips, and a hint of interest flashed in her eyes, as if she was enjoying a wonderful drama;

The woman in the middle had a nonchalant expression, her slender fingers tapping the bar, clearly not surprised by the news;

The person on the far right showed a thoughtful look, as if he was weighing the possible risks behind this matter.

Alison stood beside Calvino, her fingers tapping absentmindedly on the sword at her waist.
His eyes swept over Madam May and her men, and he said calmly, "You know something, right?"

Madam Mei smiled softly, her red lips raised slightly: "Of course, maybe?"

She picked up the wine glass, took a sip, then put it down, her eyes slightly colder: "But the question is...how much do you want to know?"

The air in the Baleen Bar was still thick, the aroma of wine, tobacco and the salty sea breeze intertwined, the candlelight flickered,

The faces that were either cunning, bold, or cold were reflected in the dimming light. The dice rolled on the gambling table.
The gamblers' roars and curses mixed together, becoming the most common noise in the city of Whale Grave.

Mrs. Mei smiled slightly and tapped her folding fan lightly, attracting everyone's attention. Her red lips parted slightly,
The tone still carries the confidence and determination of being in control of the overall situation:

"By the way, I haven't formally introduced my sisters yet. You'll soon get to know them. After all, we're partners these days."

Her eyes fell on the woman standing on her left, and her eyes raised slightly.

The woman slowly put down the wine glass, her slender fingers gently sliding across the rim of the glass, with a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Ivette 'Snake Kiss' Coleman," Mrs. May said lazily.

"Dear, do you know?" Evett smiled slightly, her dark green pupils shone with a cold and dim light in the candlelight.
"Deadly serpents never need second chances."

Her long, wavy golden hair fell on her shoulders, and she wore a snake-shaped earring on her left ear. The golden snake seemed like it would slide down and move along her skin at any time.

Her voice was so soft that it seemed like a whisper in the ear, with a hint of dangerous temptation:

"My name is Evett. 'Snake Kiss' is the nickname people gave me. Because I like poison..."

Her fingers twirled lightly, their nails scraping across the rim of the wine glass, making a soft buzzing sound. She smiled charmingly and meaningfully, "Whether it's poisoned wine or poisonous words, people will remember its taste forever."

Calvino smiled slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at her carefully: "Intelligence officer?"

Evette nodded slightly, tapped her fingertips on the wine glass twice, and smiled meaningfully: "If you think so, then let it be so."

Mrs. May turned to her right again, her eyes falling on the tall, red-haired woman standing there.

"Rosalind 'Ironheart' Dewar," she introduced.

The woman drank the liquor in her hand in one gulp, her Adam's apple rolled slightly, and then she casually slammed the glass on the bar.
There was a dull sound, and an uninhibited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A woman's will need not be duller than a sword." Her voice was hoarse and capable, carrying an unquestionable sense of power.

She was tall, with slightly bronzed skin, and her flaming red hair was tied up high and casually hung behind her shoulders.
The few strands of hair on her forehead were wet with sweat, making her look more like a lioness who had just returned from the battlefield.

She was wearing sturdy leather armor and had a deep scar on her shoulder. She didn't look like an ordinary pirate, but more like some kind of fighter active on the battlefield.

She glanced at the crew of the Lost without hesitation, revealing a slightly aggressive smile:

"Crew members of the Lost, I've heard Madam May mention you a long time ago. You're quite capable of surviving the Tide of the Dead."

Baroque grinned, stroking the battle axe in his hand, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Oh? Then how about we have a competition? Let's see who is more powerful?"

Rosalind narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "Oh, if you're not afraid of breaking bones, I'm always here for you."

When the people in the bar heard this provocation, they immediately showed an interested look, and it was obvious that they were looking forward to this potential confrontation.

Mrs. Mei simply waved her folding fan lightly, interrupting their eye contact and continuing to introduce the last woman.

"Belinda 'Nightingale' Grey." She tilted her head slightly, her eyes falling on the quiet figure at the bar.

She didn't say a word, not even a single unnecessary expression.

She was quieter than the other two. She had short black hair and her left eye was covered by a black eye patch.
She was wearing a dark red short cloak that concealed her figure. She seemed to be immersed in her own world, refusing all scrutiny from the outside world.

Her fingers were slowly wiping the gun body. They were a pair of ancient flintlock rifles. The barrels had a faint metallic luster and fine lines, and it was obvious that they had experienced countless killings.

She didn't say anything extra. Only when she heard her own name did she slightly raise the brim of her hat and glance at Calvino.

Their eyes met briefly, then she lowered her head and continued to wipe the gun.

"She doesn't like to talk much," Mrs. May said for her, "but if you get into trouble, she won't hesitate to shoot."

Calvino raised his eyebrows, picked up his wine glass, and raised it slightly towards the three people: "Roses of the Red Rose, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Madam Mei slowly opened her folding fan and chuckled:

"The owner of the Whale Grave, his game hasn't started yet. We still have at least two or three days."

Calvino narrowed his eyes: "So, what happened before that?"

"Get familiar with this place. Their games are not limited to the card tables."

Mrs. Mei gently waved her folding fan, a meaningful smile on her lips.

Alison frowned, her intuition telling her that these days were the best time to gather intelligence.

"Captain, I suggest that we move around freely and take the opportunity to collect some intelligence." She said to Calvino in a low voice.

Calvino nodded and said, "Okay, but don't go too far. Use the tavern as your base and try not to spread out too much."

After getting permission, everyone found their own way to entertain themselves -

Ian whistled and walked towards the female pirates in the corner of the bar.

He smiled and said, "Beautiful ladies, do you need a funny drinking buddy?"

Rex drank while observing the movements around him. His right eye was glowing blue, as if he was secretly spying on something.

Baroque became interested in the gladiatorial arena in the corner of the bar.

He walked over and looked at the gamblers fighting, an excited smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Celian looked at the commercial street in the distance, her eyes slightly shining. She pulled Lilia and Alison away without even saying hello to Sima Ming.

Siming shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Since everyone is so busy, I'll go find a card table to earn some pocket money."

Calvino stood there, watching his crew members scatter, a faint smile on his lips.

The night on the Whale Tomb has just begun.

(End of this chapter)