"Gerald." The sturdy man spoke out his name before Ke De could introduce himself. "I heard that you two are going to cooperate to deal with that fat pig? You are quite brave."
Charles didn't answer and looked at Kede.
"Haha, we are too weak to deal with the King alone, so I found Captain Gerald. He is very powerful and can help us."
"He swallowed my cargo! He also swallowed my ship! I will never forget the hatred for that guy in my whole life!" Gerald's fleshy face was filled with anger.
Charles showed a hint of understanding on his face. It seemed that Kede had asked the "king's" enemy for help. This was a good thing as there was strength in numbers.
"Let's not waste time. I know this place better than you do. I'll make the plan." The tough Gerald took the initiative.
"Five days later, Sodom will be close to a new island, and most of the pig's ships will go out to rob the docks. This is an opportunity. My people will lure the pig out, and Ke De will let his followers intercept his subordinates. As for you..."
"I will go to the King's residence and help you to contain some of his subordinates, and by the way, I will look for what Ke De and I need."
"But I really doubt your ability. Will it really be useful for you to go there? There's not even a smell of blood on you. I guess you didn't kill many people." Gerald crossed his arms with doubt in his eyes.
Charles looked at him calmly. "Even if I go to die, it will achieve everyone's goal."
Gerald shrugged. "That's true. It doesn't matter. You're just a bonus anyway. The people from Kede are what I really need. That pig has been sitting there for too long."
Ke De stood up like a good old man, laughed and said, "Very good, everyone gets what they need, this is the best."
But as soon as Gerald left, Kede's face changed immediately, and he looked at Charles with a serious expression, "This guy is no match for the king. You'd better find the sea chart before he dies."
Charles sneered in his heart. Even if he was missing a piece of his brain, this old fox was not an easy person to deal with. Others took the risks, while he just sat back and reaped the benefits.
"Do you have any help with infiltration? For example, a map of the "king's" residence? Or the location of important items?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't help you with that. No one can truly understand the King, and no one can sneak into his residence and come out alive. I can only tell you that it's very dangerous in there."
"Hmm..." Charles frowned. Rushing in like this would undoubtedly be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"You have a few days to prepare and gather intelligence. I hope you can succeed. At the same time, I sincerely hope that what you said is true. For this operation, the believers of Sodom will pay a lot."
Three days later, Charles, who was ready to go, stood on the deck and said to the first mate in front of him: "I can be back in two hours at most. If I can't come back, then-"
“Then... let’s... go find you..." Bandage handed over the backpack.
Charles smiled and said nothing more. He took the backpack, patted his bandaged shoulder and walked off the boat. At the same time, a bat soared into the sky from the Narwhal.
Sodom was quite lively today. Walking among the crowd, Charles heard the pirates discussing how much the king's ship could rob this time. They were like jackals next to lions, eating the carrion left by the lions.
Charles walked slowly, and when he arrived in front of the huge ship that was several hundred meters long, he saw the "King" being pushed out from it.
Charles took out his pocket watch to check the time and waited. During this time, he checked the relics on his body over and over again. Now the only things he could rely on were these relics on his body.
Charles walked through the crowd attracted by the explosion. He came to the back of the huge ship, took out a hook with a rope from his bag and threw it upwards quickly.
The moment he climbed onto the deck of the ship, Charles was shocked by the gorgeous decoration in front of him. The deck had been transformed into a small garden. The delicate flowers seemed so out of place with the chaos outside.
After Charles carefully observed that there was no one in the garden, he quickly walked towards the hatch next to him.
The decoration inside the cabin is even more refined, with crystal lamps hanging on the ceiling to illuminate everything. The interior colors are mainly gold and red, supplemented by a small amount of silver and jade to decorate the corners. Whether it is the corridor or the furnishings in each room, a low-key luxury is displayed everywhere.
"My goodness, a pirate leader lives a more noble life than a nobleman. Does the fat guy have such high taste?"
After complaining, Charles went down the stairs to the lower section of the ship. It was obviously the kitchen and the living room, but he did not go in to take a look. If there was any place with the highest probability of hiding a nautical chart, it would probably be a cabin like the captain's room.
At the beginning, he was a little cautious, fearing that he would be seen by someone, but after prying open several doors and finding no one there, Charles completely let go and searched quickly through all the drawers and cabinets.
Unlike the quiet room, Charles' keen hearing allowed him to hear the increasing chaos outside the house. He knew that this was a critical moment, things were starting to get chaotic outside, and he had to find the chart before the "king" came back.
Just as Charles opened a drawer, he suddenly felt a warmth on his neck, as if someone was lying behind him and blowing air.
"Swish!" He took the knife in his backhand and cut everything in half, then did a backflip and stood on the table.
The house, which he had turned into a mess, was empty.
Puzzled, Charles slowly turned around and continued looking in the drawer.
"Zizi~" The wooden chair next to him moved for no reason.
This time, Charles seemed not to hear and just minded his own business.
Without any warning, the door was closed with a bang and the padlock was locked with a click, trapping Charles in the room.
"Yo huh? Is it haunted? This place is so dangerous, and you ghosts dare to join in the fun?"
Charles, who was holding a drawer, turned around and glanced at the closed door. He took out the dynamite from his bag, lit the fuse and threw it over.
The explosives flew halfway, then somehow turned a corner and flew back.
Charles raised his knife and split the bomb in half. At that moment, all the sharp objects in the house floated in the air and flew towards Charles quickly.
"Duoduoduo!" These objects were blocked by the upright wooden table. Charles pushed the wooden table away and rushed towards the door. The black blade in his hand quickly turned along the lock. He broke open the door and came to the magnificent corridor.
At this moment, the gorgeous ceramics in the corridor exploded instantly, and the sharp pottery fragments floated up again.
(End of this chapter)