Reborn As a Pirate

　　 Ruoyoruowu black smoke filled Nakakura.

　　 In the black smoke, the leader attacked and Lorraine defended. A machete is in the hands of the leader, and every knife is vigorously sinking.

　　锵!

　　 Lorraine blocked the leader with a slash, pursing his lips, shaking back three steps in a row.

　　 The leader catches up, raising the knife and making another cut.

　　 Lorraine stepped sideways, then turned around.

　　 He held his shoulder against the head collar's body, swung around behind the head collar, raised his arms and hands, and the machete flew!

　　 With a sound, the blade accurately pierced the onlooker thugs, and passed through the chest until it fell into the handle.

　　The beater looked at the blood splashing out of his chest in disbelief, and slowly and slowly fell to his knees.

"you wanna die!"

　　 In the midst of the fight, Lorraine was attacked unexpectedly, and the leader was immediately furious.

　　 He took advantage of Lorraine's breath back and grabbed it with his backhand, grabbed Lorraine's shirt, swung his knife, and slashed!

　　 Lorraine, bare-handed, smashed into the arms of the leader and slammed his fist against the diaphragm in his chest and abdomen.

　　嘭!

　　 took a big breath of cold air from the pain of his head and collar, and forced himself to return with the knife, but Lorraine straightened again and hit his chin with the top of his head.

　　 Another loud noise!

　　 Both sides were hurt by this defeat, Lorraine's forehead was aching, and the leader's eyes were black.

　　 The two backed back together, two steps back and one foot, and at the same time they hit each other's chest.

　　嘭嘭!

　　 Lorraine was kicked out and rolled three times on the ground.

　　 The wound was completely torn open, and a pool of blood soaked through the chest and back, almost staining the shirt with blood.

　　 But he still held his breath forcibly, without saying a word, even after the blow, his lungs were long gone.

　　 The leader gasped at the other end.

　　 Severe pain in the chest and abdomen, severe pain in the jaw.

　　 He suspected that one of his ribs had been broken by the hammer just now, and his teeth had been smashed loose. Half of his face was completely unconscious, and he didn't know whether his jaw was broken.

　　 "Difficult...difficult kid!"

　　 He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, and watched Lorraine, who was covered in blood, stood up again as if he could not be beaten, swayed his stabbing sword from the dead thug, waved his arm to throw away the blood drops.

　　 The leader suddenly noticed Lorraine's unusual nose.

　　 There is a small wooden clip between the two nostrils. The chuck is wrapped with cotton cloth, the size of which is just right to block the nostril.

　　 Why do I have to congest my nostrils?

　　 The leader subconsciously wanted to ask, and only took a breath, he felt dizzy.

　　 "In this smoke..."

　　 Lorraine started silently.

　　 One step out, two steps into a leap, he lunges to a sudden stop with his bare eyes, his wrists are pressed down, the sword's edge rises, and he stabs!

　　 The slender blade thrusts forward like a snake with its head high, not fast, straight to the heart.

　　 The head leader was so frightened that he backed away and backed his sword.

The stabbing sword immediately slanted up, and a long sound struck the wide blade with sparks. Lorraine took another big step, stabs with a standard lunge, and pierced the right shoulder of the head collar with a puff, and pierced from the shoulder blade. pass.

　　 looked at each other for an instant, the victory or defeat was clear.

　　 Lorrain shook his hand and drew out the stabbing sword, turned sideways to avoid the splash of plasma, followed the trend and swung behind the head leader, swiped the raised stabbing sword downwards, and casually scratched the knee socket that led the right leg at the beginning.

　　 The chief wailed a miserable cry, and the long knife dropped his hand and knelt on one knee.

"you win…"

　　 Lorraine stood still with his head down, the tip of the sword pressed against the back of his head, and for the first time he inhaled the burnt air.

　　 "You have a chance to survive now. Tell me where is the captain."

　　 The leader gave a grinning smile: "Do you think I will believe you?"

"will not."

　　噗!

　　 pierced the sword through his chest, and the leader fell softly.

　　 Lorraine breathed heavily, struggling to reach the back warehouse, clutching his chest, and closing the warehouse door with a bang.

　　 At the other end of the warehouse, Henna was playing with a knife, blocking the door, covered in blood.

　　 Behind her lay four twitching corpses, and in front of them stood two well-dressed gentlemen, one fat and one thin.

"Where does my life never meet...Mr. Thomas, the crew of Attis Beauty, Lorraine Drake says hello to you." Lorraine smiled weakly, "What? You don't intend to introduce me to Barry... Sir?"

　　...

　　 Old Barry’s room is located on the right side of the back warehouse, which was the office of the original dock manager.

　　 The partition wall divides the warehouse into three, and Old Barry owns one point. There are two floors together.

　　All the living people are on the upper level.

　　 In the old Barry’s bedroom, two gentlemen are tied together decently by flowery sailors, back to back.

　　Lorraine’s skills are second to none among sailors. The knots will not be too tight, will not wrinkle the clothes, and will not tie too loosely to give people the illusion and room for breaking free.

　　 Lorraine dragged a chair to the end of the bed, tilted his legs, and played with the commanding sword he had recovered.

　　 Henna is dealing with his wound.

　　 She took off his shirt carefully, removed the bandage, washed the blood, applied medicine, and put on a new, clean and dry bandage.

　　 The refreshing and cool feeling made Lorraine take a long sigh of relief. The slight drunkenness of inhaling mandala smoke further confused the pain and brought him long-lost comfort.

　　 He shook his head slightly.

　　 Mr. Thomas and Barry, who have been following Lorraine, were excited at the same time and said in unison: "As a gentleman, Mr. Drake, we demand decent treatment and the right to redeem freedom."

　　 "This matter can be discussed slowly." After tightening the bandage, Lorraine nodded to thank Hina, "I am more interested in some topics, for example, where is my captain?"

　　 Old Barry's face showed a struggling color: "Dungeon..."

　　 "Where is the dungeon?"

　　 "The basement." Old Barry gritted his teeth. "Get out of the room and face a row of file cabinets. Push them aside and you will see the entrance to the basement."

　　 "A good beginning."

　　 Lorraine smiled and winked at Hina, Hina understood, and turned to go out.

　　 Lorraine crossed his fingers: "Mr. Barry, is this really where you work and live?"

　　 "The safe... is in the drawer of the desk. The drawer door is fake, you can take it off."

　　 "It's a pleasure to chat with you." Lorraine stood up and clicked off the drawer to reveal a safe made of fine iron inside. "What about the password?"

　　 "4159..."

　　 The harvest is very rich.

　　In the iron cabinet, Lorraine found four bundles of gold pounds sturdy with rubber bands, one hundred per bundle.

　　 In addition, there are the house deeds and title deeds of the No. 3 water tank, two IOUs, with denominations of 60 pounds and 80 pounds.

　　 The rest are some nautical supplies, including Lorraine’s voyage diary, privateer’s permit, the deed of Attis Beauty and the small fishing boat, and three charts.

These three charts cover the entire coastal waters of Western Europe, one is an improved version of the Strait of Lorraine, and the other two are published by the Royal Maritime Administration of France. The most detailed hand-drawn version of the North Sea and Cantabrian seas in the civil category. .

　　 Combining Lorraine's previous discovery, the spices belonging to Old Barry are lying neatly in the bottom cabin of the Attis Beauty. Lorraine guessed that Old Barry intends to enter the maritime business circle.

　　 He let out a laugh, and drew out the privateer permit and raised his voice in front of the old bus: "Mr. Barry, do you know it?"

"It's a priceless treasure!" Old Barry's face was gloomy. "In the past hundred years, European maritime powers have stopped issuing private plundering licenses. If a license for the Kingdom of Britain is circulated, it can be exchanged in the hands of any pirate. One thousand pounds!"

"A thousand pounds... You are a cunning businessman, but you are not insightful enough." Lorraine packed up those invaluable objects and said slowly, "Francis Drake is the founder of Drake's hereditary baron family. One-time Lord Drake."

"When he was a pirate, he made the French, Dutch and Spaniards of the New World devastated; after becoming a navy, he led the weak Royal Navy to defeat the Spanish invincible fleet. He also completed voyages around the world, and the Drake Channel is west. The beginning of the decline of Portugal."

"This document opens the legend of everything." Lorraine knocked on the frame of the privateer's certificate and smiled disdainfully. "If you send it to Drake's house in Tavistock, it's worth five thousand pounds; If you give it to any collector in England, you will take it for ten thousand pounds and twenty thousand pounds."

　　 "Twenty thousand pounds!" Old Barry and Mr. Thomas tremble together, "Your surname is Drake, and this document must belong to you. If that's the case, why..."

　　 "What do you want to ask? Why did a descendant of a distinguished nobleman go to a small boat as a seaman? Or why didn't I sell it?"

　　 Old Barry swallowed: "It's all."

　　 Lorraine squeezed the privateing certificate into the baggage: "There is a saying in the East that the bird will know the ambition of the bird. Even if I say it clearly, it is a pity that you can't understand it."

　　 Old Barry sighed dejectedly: "Mr. Drake, I have handed over everything, and we are even. Twenty thousand pounds of property is more than enough for atonement."

　　 Lorraine was about to answer, when Henna squeaked the door and came in, and shook her head slightly towards Lorraine.

　　 Lorraine's face suddenly became gloomy.

　　 "Did you kill him?"

　　 A trace of panic flashed in Old Barry's eyes.

"I found a privateer's certificate on your boat... I thought he could give more... I asked him if he didn't, and always said that he was a cobbler who went to sea for the first time... Yes... he forced me to torture me! No matter how I used the torture, he didn’t say anything, he even broke two whips... Mr. Drake! Mr. Drake?

　　 Old Barry convulsed violently. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Lorraine grabbed his hair, forced him to hold his head up, and cut his throat bit by bit with the command knife.

　　 The blood came out from the huge wound, not splashing, but soaking through the clothes and the sheets like a waterfall.

　　 His eyes began to loosen, his mouth still opened and closed subconsciously, spewing out more blood, splashing Lorraine all over.

　　 Lorraine squinted and threw him away, leaving him to twitch on Mr. Thomas' back.

　　 Thomas sits dreadfully, his expression dignified.

　　 "I can understand your feelings." He tried to be majestic and calm. "You have a good education. You should know that I don't need to take responsibility for this matter and should not be implicated."

"I know." Lorraine dragged his sword and walked around the bed. "You just sold Pete's mortgage to the right person. Now that Barry is dead, Pete's family has become Hanseatic's white slaves again. You may be prepared Provide a suitable ransom and buy back your freedom from me."

　　 "Yes." Mr. Thomas lifted his spirits, "I think one thousand pounds is a suitable price. As long as a letter, without dawn, you can take the money away."

　　 "One thousand pounds...you are a generous person."

　　 Lorraine slowly put the sword on Mr. Thomas’ tuxedo and gently wiped off the blood on it.

　　 He said softly: "It is reasonable to say that you do not owe me, and you are sincere. According to the education I have received since childhood, I should agree to it."

　　 "However... I have more education and a little more miscellaneous."

　　 "Apologize for doing something wrong..." He took a breath, "You owe the captain an apology. If you want to tell him in person, you have to go down..."