Half a month later.

After passing through the Storm Sea, the Blood Pearl finally stopped at the main island of the Storm Islands, the island where the Port of Marlow is located.

Sparrow and others, because there were many enemies on the sea, still did not stop at the conspicuous large pier in the city.

I found a relatively hidden beach on the shore and put Dorn down directly.

When we parted, the ship of pirates showed reluctance.

In other words, I feel reluctant to leave the food that cannot be eaten by Dorn.

But for Dorn, if you look at the utilitarian point, Sparrow and his team can no longer find too many cooking points...

"See you goodbye, everyone." Dorn said goodbye to a group of people on the boat on the shore.

Then he watched the Blood Pearl go further and further away in his sight until it finally turned into a small black dot on the vast sea surface, disappearing between the sea level and the skyline, and never seeing it again.

The ending of each trip is always separate.

After a brief replenishment of his mood, Dorn planned to go to Marlow Harbor for an official event.

"First, go find out if Adele and Klos are still here. I remember they mentioned before that if you want to find them here, you have to go to a tavern called [Storm and Haitao]."

...

Port of Marlow.

Pirates' paradise.

In the bustling central street, there are everywhere pirates drunk on the street and women standing on the joints with heavy makeup.

Dorn walked through the streets, tried several times to ask for directions at the cost of several coppers, and finally found his target in an alley with the smell of wine mixed with the smell of urine.

[Storm and Haitao] Tavern.

It's noon now, and there are many pirates wearing wineries in the tavern, which is not very large.

In any time period, Marlow's taverns, casinos, and brothels will not be short of customers.

Because there will always be pirate ships coming back from the sea, and there will always be pirates who can come back on the pirate ships that will still be alive.

After docking into Marlow, most of these living pirates would take advantage of the renovation time to stay in the above three "unhealthy service industries" places.

Dorn walked into the bar, glanced at the store decoration around him, and a group of drunkards who looked extremely vicious, and then sat calmly in front of the counter.

"Boss, have a glass of rye," said Dorn.

The owner of the tavern is a middle-aged man, slightly fat, with a rare blue hair, and his eyes are also blue.

"Wow, look. A beautiful little gentleman in decent clothes walked into a dangerous bar." The blue-haired boss did not drink directly to Donne, but joked like this first.

Accompanied by the boss' laughter, the drunkards around him also started to laugh drunk.

Many people have bad smiles.

Dorn cooperated with them to smile and gently patted his right hand on a chair where no one sat beside him.

Subtle blue consumption.

[Fire Technique] Activate.

The fire control skill that has been fully level, combined with the passiveness of [Fire Attribute Affinity], made this simple high-legged wooden chair burn silently.

Moreover, the flame is extremely weird.

It was obviously very hot and vigorous, but it only attached to the wooden chair, without expanding the edge.

Almost instantly, the chair was burned to black ashes all over the ground.

The sudden change caused the drinkers who were in a teasing state to stop in time, and many people were even scared to wake up half of the drinks.

They began to look at the strange young man who broke into the tavern with a vigilant look.

"I don't really like the appearance of this chair. How much is it worth? It will be counted on my wine money later." Dorn still kept smiling, his tone did not fluctuate much, and he looked gentle and elegant.

The blue-haired tavern owner twitched a few times, and at the same time skillfully poured out a wok and pushed it in front of Dorn:

"Maybe this is not that dangerous for you, the excellent mage. I invited this glass of ale you want, and I apologize for my eyes."

The survival rule of the tavern owner: you can tease the weak without restraint, but never touch the bad intentions of the strong.

The ale poured by the fat boss is very clear in color. Judging from the [intuition of ingredients], the wine has no problem and the taste is relatively good.

It seems that the boss specially poured out the best wines in the store with good quality and excellent quality.

Donne shrugged without much so-called, raised his glass, drank a large gulp, and then sat idle.

Looking at the young man who might be a powerful mage, without any further dangerous moves, the pirates in the tavern slowly returned to their relatively relaxed state at the beginning.

No one dared to provoke Dorn anymore. They just sat around their respective tables, continued to sniff the alcohol, and continued to speak the wine that had just been interrupted-

"Hey, have you heard of it? Old Jon has bought a few new pieces of fishman's gill scales. He used these materials to create a few new fishman sleeve nails."

"It's the prop that can keep breathing freely in the water after putting it on? I also want to buy one. In this case, I don't have to worry about my captain threatening me to throw it off the boat next time."

"Haha, let's talk about it when you can afford it. You're a guy who runs back and forth in a tavern, brothel, and casino after getting off the boat."

“…”

"Do you know? I went to [Punish Succubus] last night. I originally wanted to play with Miss Frene, who is the most skilled in lip service, for the whole night. But the people over there told me that she is dead. She has lost such a good tongue."

"Diet? Why did you die? I looked for her before going to sea two months ago. Isn't it okay?"

"Suicide, hanged. It is said that he was committing suicide for his dead lover."

"Tsk...stupid woman."

“…”

This is the case in a mixed tavern. Just order a glass of wine and sit down for a while, and you will always hear some local or real, or rumored messages and rumors.

However, after listening for a while, Dorn heard nothing particularly worthy of his attention.

After drinking the apology wine, he waved his hand to the other side of the counter.

The blue-haired boss looked at him carefully and walked quickly: "What else do you want to drink, sir?"

"No more drinks, I want to ask you about someone." Dorn tapped the counter desktop with his fingers.

"If you want to find someone, then you have come to the right place. There are no ones in Marlow that I, Argo, cannot find. However, in general, providing these information is a fee." The blue-haired boss smiled honestly:
Chapter completed!