Night has fallen.
Harutov Seaport, Pier 7 Street.
Compared to other places, the lights here are in full swing.
A large number of dock workers moved valuable cargo back and forth.
Although extraordinary equipment such as extraordinary storage bracelets and rings have appeared.
But the large quantities of goods transported by this kind of merchant ship are obviously not able to be accommodated by a small amount of extraordinary storage equipment.
The street entrance to Pier 7.
"Da da… "
A carriage stopped and left again.
On the roadside, Gune, who was wearing a gray cloak with his whole head covered under the cloak hood, glanced slightly at the bustling port.
The winter season has passed, and spring is the busiest time for sailing. A large number of sailing merchants have begun trading sailing goods.
After taking out the card that Lao Qiaomu gave him with the name "Sea Demon Ship" on it, and after carefully looking at it to confirm the address, Gune walked towards the "Heimron Tavern" not far away.
Compared with Old Sam's Black Mist House Tavern, this Heimron Tavern seems a bit messier.
It can be seen from the entrance of the small alley around the corner of the door, two sailors who have been stripped down to their pants and are lying on the ground unconscious.
Gurne has just entered the Heimron Tavern.
A quarrel was heard.
"Hey, old guy, here's my wine glass."
"You're talking nonsense, it's obviously mine." A drunken voice argued with a tongue that couldn't straighten.
"Are you looking for death? Old man, if you don't let go of my wine glass, I will make sure you never drink Heilu wine again."
Then there was a clamor of encouragement.
"Jim, what nonsense are you talking to? Fuck this old drunkard to death."
"This old guy drinks in the bar every day."
"Jim, if you were a man, you would knock this old drunkard unconscious and throw him out. I guarantee that in less than ten minutes, someone will come over and take off his clothes."
"I bet less than five minutes."
All kinds of noisy sounds intertwined.
Immediately afterwards.
"Peng!"
As soon as Gunie came in, he saw an old guy smashed down at his feet.
There are still purple marks on his face.
Obviously that punch was not light.
"Second-level transcendent sailor."
Guine glanced at the old drunkard and came to this conclusion.
Many extraordinary sailors are one-star weak extraordinary beings. Throughout their lives, they are just ordinary first-level extraordinary sailors.
To be able to become a second-level extraordinary sailor, it is obvious that his extraordinary profession is at least a complete one-star level.
The old sailor who was knocked down stood up unsteadily, and then burped.
Instead of arguing with the person who just punched him down, he found a seat and sat down, seemingly half drunk and half asleep.
Gunie's eyes quickly glanced around the inside of the tavern.
Most of the sailors here are super sailors.
At this time of year, many sailors have also gathered.
They are different from those hardworking dock workers. They can follow merchant ships on long-distance trade, protect the safety of navigation, and even sneak into the ocean to fight against the marauding sea tribes.
And some extraordinary sailors even have their own team organizations.
This kind of team organization is generally called a pirate merchant ship.
They were part merchants and part robbers.
At the bar, Guine raised his hand to the bartender.
"An ice-cold martini."
Soon, the bartender brought a glass of ice blue martini to Gugne.
The bartender put two Silver Dragons on the plate, less than half a Silver Dragon for an ice blue martini, and the extra one was obviously a tip for Gugne to inquire about something.
"I want to ask you something." Gu Nie said softly.
Looking at the two silver dragon coins shining with silver, the bartender's face burst into a smile.
"You say."
"I'm looking for a guy named Arsene Howell."
"Arsen Howell." The bartender thought for a moment.
"He should be a regular visitor here." Gu Nie said.
"I think the person you found is not far behind you." After thinking about it, the bartender pointed behind Gu Nie.
Gunie turned around, then followed the direction pointed by the bartender, and happened to see the old drunkard who had been knocked to the ground just now.
"Everyone calls him Yassen. As for whether he is called Yassen Howell, you have to go and ask him personally."
Looking at the old drunkard, Gunie frowned. "Did you find the wrong person?"
After thinking about it, Gune threw a silver dragon into the bartender's plate again.
"Bring me two glasses of black wine, big glasses."
A large glass of Heilu wine costs 38 copper yuan, and 1 silver dragon is 100 copper yuan. A small amount is considered as a tip.
"OK, just a second."
After a while, Gune, who was holding two large wooden cups of black wine, sat in front of the old drunkard.
"Peng!" a slight sound.
Two large glasses of Heilu wine were placed in front of the old drunkard.
The half-drunk old drunkard seemed to be awakened by the movement.
His eyelids raised slightly.
The next moment I immediately became energetic.
Immediately, he held a large glass of Heilu wine in front of him and drank it "Gulu gulu...".
After drinking one cup, the other hand had already touched another cup.
But this second cup.
"GuluGulu..."
In less than twenty seconds, the old drunkard had downed two large glasses of Heilu wine.
Something surprising happened to Guine.
After the old drunkard drank two large glasses of Heilu wine, his whole spirit seemed to have improved.
This wine seems to make me soberer the more I drink it.
"Young man." The old drunkard smiled, showing his black and yellow teeth.
"Can I have two more drinks?"
Gunie returned to the bar, took out four silver dragons and placed them in front of the bartender.
"Ten glasses of Heilu wine, bring them all over."
"Ok, no problem."
After a while, all ten glasses of Heilu wine were delivered to the old drunkard.
Seeing so much Heilu wine, the old drunkard's eyes lit up.
After drinking two more glasses of Heilu wine, the old drunkard in front of him felt refreshed, completely without the drunken state before.
This scene made Gu Nie secretly marvel.
"Young people like you are already very rare." The old drunkard said with a smile.
"Are you... Yassen Howell?" Gunye asked in a deep voice.
The old drunkard thought for a while and then looked at Gu Nie.
"Did someone introduce you here?"
"Yes." Gu Nie nodded lightly.
"I think you are looking for something I want to say, and you definitely don't want others to know."
The old drunkard looked around and lowered his voice slightly.
"Well! Come with me, this is not the place to talk."
Immediately, the old drunkard stood up directly.
"You don't want these wines anymore?"
Arsene Howell shrugged.
"These things are just for entertainment. When work comes, it's natural to work first."
After saying that, Yasen, the old drunkard, got up and walked out of the tavern.
Looking at the back of Yassen Howell, and then looking at the Heilu wine on the table, Gune could already feel a lot of eyes paying attention to this place.
After thinking for a moment, Gunie's lips curved into a smile, and then followed him.
Not long after Gunie and the old drunkard Yassen walked out of the tavern door.
From a position not far away from the two of them, a figure wearing an old gray jacket and a sailor hat followed quietly.