Chapter 514 Warning Francesco sighed and said: "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. They took control of the engine room and boiler room from the beginning, fought off the crew's counterattack, and waited for the pirate ship to approach. "Thank the Mother Goddess, they are just looting treasures from cabin to cabin. As long as you don't resist, you won't be harmed. Of course, beautiful ladies and men are not included in this scope. You can't expect pirates to have high moral standards." Lumian took a sip of the mint-flavored absinthe and smiled slightly. "Aren't they worried that there might be people like the great adventurer Gehrman Sparrow among the passengers on the ship? If they encounter such a strong person who is unwilling to hand over the money, will they just rob him?" Lumian's question made Francesco a little stunned. After a long pause, he replied: "Being a pirate always involves higher risks, doesn't it?" “That makes sense.” Lumian nodded in agreement. Francesco continued: “Nowadays, many merchant ships will hire retired navy officers, sea adventurers, and professional mercenaries to provide protection. They are all very capable and can deal with riots on the ship. They can also make the pirates hesitate and give them room for negotiation.
"This happened to a merchant ship before. The pirates had the upper hand and took control of the ship, but they felt that taking on a few adventurers would result in heavy casualties. So they did not storm the defenses, but simply negotiated for a sum of protection money and then left. They did not steal the cargo, nor did they loot the cabins." Lumian laughed when he heard this: "If I were a pirate, I would set up a security company in Gatti Harbor and provide mercenaries who are familiar with the maritime situation. If they are willing to be hired, I would earn a labor fee. If they are not willing to be hired, I would just rob them. No matter what, there is always money to be made." Francesco looked at the black-haired, green-eyed man in his twenties in astonishment, and muttered: "Are you an undercover pirate? Besides, the forces at sea are in chaos. Can you protect the people who hire you from being robbed by other pirates? “Hey, that’s why I never like the sea, I still feel more secure standing on the ground. "Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!" A pure Feynapotter who believes in the "Mother Earth Goddess"... Lumian asked with a smile: "If you don't like the sea, why do you work as a bartender on a ship?" Francesco's expression gradually became more interesting: "Don't you think it's romantic to be in such an independent kingdom floating on the sea and having little contact with the outside world? When you meet a beautiful lady here, you will feel that there are only two of you in the world and you can only rely on each other." Your ultimate goal is to find a romantic encounter? Lumian sometimes really can't understand the Feynapote people and some of the Trier people who are similar to them. At this time, Francesco pointed to a round table: "That's Philip, the security director of the Bird. He claims to be a retired officer of the Misty Sea Fleet. He has destroyed many pirate ships with cannon fire and captured many pirates with wanted warrants." Lumian followed Francesco's finger and looked at the hall illuminated by multiple kerosene chandeliers. At the round table on the side, there was a group of men and women gathered around, surrounding a middle-aged man with short light blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a face that showed traces of weathering. He looked neither serious nor deep. The man named Philip was wearing a dark blue and white woolen sailor's uniform, holding a glass of Lilanzi, and said in a clear and boastful tone: "I met the 'Disease Queen' Tracy when I was serving on the St. Martin. At that time, she was only the 'Vice Admiral of Disease'. Tsk tsk, she is indeed the most beautiful woman on the five seas... "I'm telling you, if you really encounter big pirates, don't worry. I know them all and have a certain relationship with them. At least we can negotiate... "Haha, don't ask why the naval officer has a relationship with the big pirate. There are many things on the sea that you don't understand, and it's best not to understand them..." The men and women surrounding Philip listened attentively, and from time to time they would exclaim in admiration for each other's acquaintance with some important figure or for some wonderful adventure story he told. At some point, Philip's left hand had already wrapped around the waist of a girl, who did not try to get rid of it, but instead looked shy. Lumian retracted his gaze and said to the bartender Francesco:
“Does he really know so many great pirates? "Is he really a retired officer of the Misty Sea Fleet?" Francesco had just finished wiping a cup and spread his hands and said: “Who knows? "But after he became the security director of the Bird, we haven't encountered any pirate robberies during the five voyages in the past few months. I don't know if it's because of good luck, or he really knows a lot of pirates and can recognize the lurking ones at a glance and warn them in advance." On the five seas where pirates are rampant, the probability of not encountering pirates for five consecutive long voyages is not high... Lumian once again turned his body to look at Philip, whose face was rough, red, and full of traces of weathering. He couldn't tell whether this person was a Beyonder or not, let alone which sequence he might belong to. He just judged from the physical details that the other person had indeed been roaming the sea for many years. Lumian concentrated his attention and briefly observed Philip's fortune. That has a bit of blood in it. There is a possibility of fighting and injuries in the coming period, but it will not endanger life... Lumian frowned slightly, drank the absinthe in his hand, and ordered another glass of Lilanzi. Not long after, Philip, with a rosy face, left the bar with the girl around his waist. Lumian secretly sighed and shook his head. "You Intis people." After a while, the sound of rhythmic music rang out in the bar. Many guests stood up, rushed to the open space in the middle, and started dancing. Lumian held the liquor in his hand, his body swaying gently to the rhythm, as if he was immersed in this atmosphere. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time, ever since he discovered that those gifted by the evil god were planning something big. Now, the hostel plan is a thing of the past, and the pursuit of the core members of "April Fools' Day" will have to wait until we arrive at Santa Port. This is a rare vacation time. Figuring that Ludwig was ready for his second midnight snack, Lumian put down his glass and left the bar on the deck. Walking down the deserted staircase, listening to the whistling sea breeze, as we returned to the first-class cabin, Lumian suddenly whispered: "Thermipoulos, is there any way to identify the Beyonders and passengers disguised as pirates on the ship? I want to visit them one by one and warn them one by one, so that they can behave themselves and not affect my enjoyment of the journey." If there are people who really don’t want to listen to warnings, “007” can help them collect the bounty, and the extraordinary characteristics they extract can also be exchanged for money! Thermiporos's majestic and layered voice echoed in Lumian's ears: "There will be a way only when you become a demigod of destiny, or find another way." Without waiting for Lumian to respond, the sealed angel added: "If you really go to warn those people with the residual aura of Alistair Tudor and slight contamination of 0-01, it will most likely cause a disaster." Meaning, I am the biggest disaster, and I just need to take care of myself? Lumian, who wanted to tidy up the dark world of the "Bird" and ensure a pleasant journey, heard what Thermipolos meant and had to give up. The "Flying Bird" had fallen into a deep sleep at this time. Lumian walked on the solid floor and heard slight creaking and faint crying. Somewhere on this ship there seemed to be a woman crying sadly. Lumian was no stranger to this kind of thing. When he first arrived at the Golden Rooster Inn, he often heard Miss Ethans, the object of Charlie's affection, crying like this. “There are suffering people and sad people everywhere…” Lumian grew up under the influence of his writer sister, and occasionally he also has the side of an artistic youth. He shook his head and walked back to his first-class room No. 5. Lugano had already gone to sleep in the servants' room. Ludwig changed into his pajamas, pajamas, and put on a nightcap, waiting for his midnight snack.
Lumian sighed and began to take out the easy-to-preserve food from the "traveler's bag". He was glad he had restocked again at Port Gatti. He roughly estimated that it would cost 100 Felgin a day to feed Ludwig, which is almost 4 Felgin a year. Lumian still had a headache about this - Ludwig could eat up all his current savings in two years. This made Lumian wonder whether Baron Brinell breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Ludwig was really lost. After putting away the food for the two midnight meals, Lumian simply washed up and lay down on the bed in the master bedroom. As he was gently rocked, his mind gradually relaxed and he slowly fell asleep. At six o'clock in the morning, Lumian woke up on time, feeling refreshed. The table had been cleared of food, and Ludwig and Lugano were still asleep. Lumian opened the window, breathed in the fresh air, and did some simple exercises. It was almost seven o'clock when he heard the doorbell ring. I agreed that breakfast will be delivered at 8:30...Lumian opened the door and saw Philip, the security director of the "Flying Bird", with blond hair, blue eyes and a weather-beaten face. The middle-aged man who was laughing and joking in the bar last night said coldly with a sullen face: "I have confirmed that your identification is fake." How did they confirm it? Why did they specifically check our IDs? Lumian didn't think that the three of them had shown anything unusual since they boarded the ship. He suppressed his inner doubts, frowned and asked back: "You want to blackmail us?" Philip glanced at the living room and said seriously: "I don't want to know who you were in the past, nor do I want to know what you will do in the future. I only ask that you behave yourself on the Flying Bird, enjoy the journey, and don't do anything excessive. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." It really confirms that we have a problem... How did this guy do it? He really has some ability, not as frivolous and simple as he appears... Lumian responded calmly with an attitude of not admitting it: "I don't understand what you are talking about. Is there any misunderstanding between us?" Philip looked at him deeply for a few seconds: "Just understand what I mean." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the end of the aisle. (End of this chapter)