Reborn As a Pirate

　　 With a helper who was familiar with the local area, Lorraine could no longer resist the idea of ​​saving people.

　　 Even if Lake's stupid knife makes it difficult for him to walk, even if he is now defenseless and has no clothes.

　　 Saving people is like fighting a fire. He has been in a coma for two days, and if he drags it on, Lake is really dead.

　　 scorching sun at noon.

　　 Lorraine dragged his footsteps, was helped by Hina down the mountain into the port area, and got into a dirty tail lane.

　　 He leaned against the wall and waited there, counting to forty-seven, Hina, in a dirty coat, threw a drunk sailor in.

　　 He was wearing a dirty undershirt with blue and white stripes, loose blue trousers, and a blue turban on his head.

　　 Lorraine couldn't help but squat his mouth: "I don't like blue."

　　 "This is land, you won't mix with sea water."

　　 "It seems...that makes sense."

　　 The two of them took off the sailor cleanly. After a while, Lorraine became a standard sailor, walking swayingly on the road, looking like a hangover.

　　 The two parted ways.

　　 Lorraine walked along the long street and found the sign of [Grass Foie Gras] beside a ruin with oak trees lying on the side.

The business of the 　　 shop is very bad, even though it is lunch time, not even a single customer can be found.

　　 He gently opened the swing door, chose the first position on the left, and rang the waiter bell on the table.

　　 Jingle! jingle!

　　 Mr. Pete, who was in a daze behind the counter, was inexplicably surprised. He rushed to the back kitchen in a few strides, and soon he drove out a pretty blonde woman in her thirties.

　　 The woman wore a maid outfit that was cut to cover only the key parts, and walked in a twisted, reluctant manner.

"Sir, our specialty today is buttered foie gras and lettuce salad. The foie gras is very fresh, plump and juicy..." She paused for a while, struggling to squeeze out a charming smile, "Just like me... "

　　 "I don't like foie gras that is too old."

　　 Then the woman's face changed: "Sir, please pay attention..."

　　 "As far as your dress is concerned, I don't think I need to pay attention to your words." Lorraine flipped through the menu without raising his eyelids. "A salad and a glass of Bordeaux, please wear a little more when serving, thank you."

　　 With the endless quarrels and complaints of the back chef, the salad and red wine were soon brought to Lorraine by the newly dressed waitress.

　　 Lorraine picked up his fork and took a sip, smiled and said, "As my friend told me, you have the freshest lettuce in Black Harbor."

　　 "Yes, sir!" The waitress cheered up, "Our lettuce is picked from Plymouth. There is a special shipping channel. It is fresh the next day!"

　　 "Really?" Lorraine took another sip, pursing his mouth with an expression of enjoyment, "Fresh vegetables are always a sailor's companion. Madam, can I thank the chef in person?"

　　 For a restaurant that is about to go bankrupt, thanking the chef in person will make their reputation and reputation spread. This is an invitation that Mr. Pete cannot refuse.

　　 Mr. Pete wearing a chef's hat quickly stood at the Lorraine table with a smile in his eyes and a serious attitude.

　　 "This sir, I heard Caroline say that you are willing to give valuable suggestions for the salad in this restaurant."

　　 "It's almost like..." Lorraine ate the salad to herself, "Ms. Caroline... Let's call Mrs. Pete. It's more polite."

　　 Mr. Pete was surprised?: "Why are you..."

"It's not important." Lorraine took a sip of the red wine, pushed away the plate and crossed her fingers. "Mrs. Pete said just now that your lettuce is fresh from the next day, but as far as I know, because of the wind, these dishes are shipped. It took four days to get to Black Port, but now it should be six days."

　　 He raised his head and grinned at Mr. Pete: "My captain told me that credibility is the root of a businessman, and fraud... will make you bankrupt."

　　 Pete finally recognized Lorraine.

　　 His pupils shrank sharply into needle points, and tremblingly asked: "You...you are the one..."

　　 "Attis Chamber of Commerce, Lorraine Drake greets you."

　　 "Aren't you dead! I heard the rumors, the rumors say..."

　　 "Seeing is believing." Lorraine pointed to Pete's eyes, and slowly made a pull motion.

　　 Pete was terrified.

　　 He backed away in horror, dragging Carolyn, just trying to grab the door and flee.

　　 Ke Lorraine said again: "If I were you, I would not dare to leave my daughter in front of the mob."

　　 Pete and Caroline who had run to the door froze.

　　 He turned his head mechanically, and looked at Lorraine's back ferociously: "What do you want to do!"

　　 "For the time being, I just want to taste the lettuce from my hometown and try French red wine by the way...not very good."

　　 Lorraine looked at the clock on the cabinet and said slowly: "I heard that your daughter likes to play a piano on the second floor at six o'clock every night. It's only a little bit now... I sincerely hope she can read the wrong time today."

　　 His voice just fell, and the second floor suddenly sounded a pleasant piano.

The tune of 　　 is G.B. Martini's famous song "The Joy of Love", but the piano player is a little rushed, and there is not much joy in the melody.

　　 But this is enough.

　　 Lorraine smiled and made a please gesture: "May I invite you and your wife to the table? Although it is delicious food, there is always time to check out."

　　 More than an hour later, Lorraine changed into a decent new shirt with a long slender sword at his waist, and drove out the back door of the restaurant with Hina in the carriage.

　　 Henna frowned and drove: "Why didn't you kill them?"

　　 "Why kill them?"

　　 "They may notify Thomas and Old Barry."

"No." Lorraine leaned lazily in the carriage, playing with a bag of jingling golden pounds. "They are not friends, or even partners. On the matter of plotting the captain, UU reads www.uukānshu. .com Pete didn't get much benefit, in a sense, he was also forced."

　　 "Do you think he is innocent?"

　　 "There is no doubt that he is the culprit, at least one of them."

Lorraine laughed playfully: "It's just that for a businessman who has been tortured by bankruptcy for a long time, making him truly bankrupt is far more cruel than killing him. Killing is a good way to solve the problem, but it's not necessarily a good way to get revenge. "

　　 "So you ransacked him and asked him to sign a hundred-pound IOU that was impossible to cash. It's all revenge?"

　　 "Forty-seven pounds, sixteen shillings and threepence is his money to buy vegetables from the captain, and that IOU is his revenge... By the way, do you have a familiar businessman? For only five pounds, I can transfer the IOU."

　　...

　　 Exchanged five pounds for three white slaves and a not-so-small property. This transaction did not require skill. Henna didn't take any effort to transfer the IOU to the old Hansa.

　　 In order to express their gratitude, Hansa allowed them to stay in the private room of the tavern until late at night.

　　 They not only enjoyed a free dinner, but also bought a good wound medicine and some small things that Henna needed for three pounds.

　　 The cool and refreshing special ointment made Lorraine's wound feel comfortable in just one afternoon. Although it still doesn't use too much force, at least it becomes more vigorous in action, and it seems that it is not much more than a normal person.

　　 This is very important to Lorraine.

　　 They are going to Old Barry's warehouse next. Unlike Pete, Barry has ten thugs.

　　 "Ten thugs..." Lorraine shook his head and murmured to himself, "He only sent eight people when robbing the ship. Unexpectedly... Our Mr. Barry is actually a prudent man."

　　 "Isn't this...giving me trouble..."