Francesco sighed and said, "I encountered pirates when I was a bartender on another ship in the first half of the year. 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 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 ask retired navy, sea adventurers, and professional mercenaries to provide protection. They are very powerful and can deal with riots on the ship. They will also make the pirates hesitate and have 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 and said, "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 hire me, I will earn a labor fee. If they are not willing to hire me, I will just rob them. No matter what, there is always profit."
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 hired you from being robbed by other pirates?"
"Ah, that's why I never like the sea. I feel more secure on the ground."
"Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"
A pure Fenapotter 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 live in 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 left 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 Fenapote people and some Trier people like them.
At this time, Francesco pointed to a round table and said, "That's Philip, the security director of the 'Flying Bird'. He claims to be a retired officer of the Misty Sea Fleet. He has destroyed many pirate ships with cannons 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 weather and dust. He looked neither serious nor deep.
The man named Philip was wearing a dark blue and white tweed crew uniform, holding a glass of Lilanzi, and said in a clear boastful tone: "When I was serving on the St. Martin, I met Tracy, the 'Queen of Disease'. At that time, she was only the 'Vice Admiral of Disease'. Wow, she is worthy of being 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 a naval officer has a relationship with a 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 very carefully, 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 asked the bartender Francesco: "Does he really know so many great pirates?"
“Is he really a retired officer of the Mist Sea Fleet?”
Francesco had just finished wiping a cup and spread his hands and asked, "Who knows?"
"But after he became the security director of the Flying 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 if he really knows a lot of pirates and can recognize the lurking ones at a glance and give advance warnings."
On the five seas where pirates are rampant, the probability of not encountering pirates during five consecutive long voyages is not high.
Lumian turned his body once again and looked at Philip, whose face was rough, red and weathered.
He couldn't tell whether this person was a Beyonder or not, much less 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 may be fighting and injuries in the coming period, but it won't be life-threatening... 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, shook his head and said: "You are 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, 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 empty staircase, listening to the whistling sea breeze, as they returned to the first-class cabin, Lumian suddenly whispered, "Thermipolos, 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 magnificent voice echoed in Lumian's ears: "Wait until you become a demigod of destiny, or change your path, then there will be a way."
Without waiting for Lumian's response, the sealed angel added: "If you really go to warn those people with the residual aura of Alistair Tudor and the 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 "Flying 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 admiration, 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 Ludwig would cost 100 Felgin a day in food expenses, which is almost 40,000 Felgin a year. Lumian still had a headache about this because 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 arranged for breakfast to 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 with a sullen face, "I have confirmed that your ID is fake."
How was it confirmed? Why did they specifically check our identification? Lumian didn't think that the three of them showed anything unusual after boarding the ship.
He suppressed his inner doubts, frowned and asked: "You want to blackmail us?"
Philip looked around 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."
Really confirmed 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 never 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.