The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Klein rubbed his face and began to use the ability of the Faceless Man directly in front of Leonard.

Leonard watched closely.

In the end, I watched Klein become a different person.

Thick black curly hair falls casually in front of his forehead, highlighting his handsome face. His eyes are like stars, and his long eyelashes tremble slightly like feathers. He has elegant manners and a gentle temperament.

Klein touched his chest and saluted: "Nice to meet you. I'm William Cullen."

Chapter 706: First Visit to Tuscart

"William Cullen?"

"Yes sir, I am William Cullen from Lenburg."

At the first port of Tuscat Island, a priest in a dark blue robe held up a monocle and carefully checked the entry information of the people in front of him.

After flipping through a few pages, he looked up and stared at the young man who called himself 'William Cullen', "The purpose of coming to Tuscat Island."

"Ocean research, sir. As you can see, I am a student at the University of Lenburg." Klein pointed to a badge on his collar. "I need to conduct field research here for three months to complete my thesis."

"Lenburg University... um..." The priest of the Storm Church hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Young man, do you have faith?"

“May knowledge be with you.” Klein replied almost subconsciously.

Then he was stunned, pretending to be slow to realize it, and said in fear and trepidation: "Look at me, I am so rude to the believers of the storm."

"It doesn't matter."

Perhaps because Klein looked so good, the grumpy old pigeon rarely got angry.

After asking a few more questions, he stamped the application to enter the island with a seal of lightning and storm.

"Well, welcome to Toscart, the Lord of Storms protects you!"

……

The missionary areas of the Church of the Storm are the Kingdom of Loen, East Balam, the Rorsted Islands, Oravi Island, Toscate Island, and Pasu Island, which serves as its base camp.

It can be said that in this vast ocean, the Storm Church is the absolute overlord!

After obtaining legal status, Klein did not rush into trouble. Instead, he chose to travel around like a real college student and investigate the local customs and practices.

Soon, he made a 'new friend'.

"Lenburg University? What a coincidence! I'm from Lemburg too! Hey, boss, what are you looking at? That guy is my distant cousin. Go ask him for money. I'm leaving now."

After saying this, without waiting for Klein, who had just walked into the tavern, to reply, the young blond man in a white shirt and black vest, with a medium build, ran away like the wind.

Klein: ???

He's not stupid either.

He took a decisive step back and waved his hand, saying, "I'd like to make it clear in advance that I don't know that guy."

The tavern owner thought for a moment and snorted coldly: "Don't give me that! He said you are his cousin, so you have to pay the bill!"

Hearing this, Klein frowned slightly and muttered, "Compared to chasing that rabbit-like guy, I'm obviously easier to bully..."

Gentle and polite?

Perhaps you can gain a lot of respect in a place like Lundberg with a strong academic atmosphere.

But this is the land blessed by the Lord of Storms.

Violence and barbarity are the main themes!

It was obvious that I was being taken advantage of.

Klein shrugged helplessly and deliberately took out his exquisite leather wallet. "It's my bad luck. Listen, I don't want to cause trouble, but don't go too far."

There was a flash of astonishment in the tavern owner's eyes.

Fat sheep~

"Fifty... no, one hundred gold horns!"

Perhaps because this place is relatively close to the Feysac Empire, the Feysac currency system is used.

Hearing the price of the bill, Klein laughed angrily, but he didn't say anything. He just took out a twenty-pound Loen bill and said, "That's all."

"Okay, let's just consider it as making friends." After all, this is the jurisdiction of the Church of Storms, not a pirate den, so the tavern owner didn't dare to go too far.

Besides, twenty pounds is not a small amount of money.

After taking the money, he gave Klein a free glass of light beer and grinned, “Boy, you are really unlucky. You were tricked by Anderson Hood. It will be extremely difficult to get revenge.”

The pub owner had no good intentions and deliberately leaked the information of the person who had just run away with the bill.

"Anderson Hood?" Klein pondered the name, wondering if he had heard it somewhere before.

Oh.

He remembered.

When the White Wolf was rampant in the sea and the Feysac Empire, he accidentally heard about this person from a wanted criminal.

'The Strongest Hunter'

The name is really impressive.

However, according to Anderson Hood himself, this "strongest" must also be accompanied by the premise of "below demigod".

“Anderson Hood…Okay, I’ll remember that.” Klein smiled softly.

At this time, several drunks came up and said, "Storm is above, young man, do you need a bodyguard?"

"Yes, although this island is protected by the Lord of Storms, there are always some 'unexpected' dangers."

"One hundred pounds, and we brothers will be at your disposal!"

There are countless underground forces and hooligans in Backlund, the capital of Loen, not to mention the vast overseas islands.

Klein had just shown off his wealth, which naturally attracted many bad guys.

He pretended to be alert and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose: "Gentlemen, I don't need bodyguards, please leave."

“Don’t say that. We brothers are worth every penny.” A gangster laughed and tried to take Klein’s wallet.

The tavern owner at least remembered that this was his territory, so he slammed the bottle on the bar and roared, "Behave yourself!"

A blue light flashed in his eyes.

'Sailor' sequence, sequence 9, Sailor.

Ordinary people naturally cannot afford to offend extraordinary people.

A few gangsters suddenly sobered up, laughed it off, and sat back down obediently.

But judging from the look in their eyes, they still haven't given up on making a fortune from Klein.

There are always poor people.

But fat sheep are not often available.

The Lord of Storms protects all the people of the sea and has nothing to do with the boy from Lenburg.

These brothers deserve this windfall!

"Lenburg... Ha, you've never been far away before, have you?" The tavern owner intimidated the greedy drinker and spoke to Klein in a sympathetic tone.

Klein laughed to himself.

He nodded and explained himself, "I have been studying in a church school, and later entered the University of Lenburg for further studies."

No wonder he has no social experience at all, it turns out he has become stupid from reading too much.

The tavern owner groaned, and showed some kindness, saying, "Boy, you're in big trouble. Don't talk nonsense, don't move, and listen to my instructions. I'll let you leave through the back door. Whether you can escape this disaster depends on your luck."

Klein blinked his eyes and said in disbelief, "How dare they do that where the Lord of Storms is watching!"

"But you are not a believer of the Lord of Storms." The tavern owner spread his hands: "What is there to understand?"

Klein pondered for a moment and said in annoyance, "I don't want to cause any trouble, so I'll do as you say."

……

Late at night.

The air in the alley seemed even colder than outside.

Klein pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and silently calculated the time.

When he counted to 'one' in his mind, a few hooligans blocked his way as if they had agreed.

"Boss, what's the rule?"

"Old rules."

"Hehe, the most satisfying way to deal with such outsiders is to kill and rob them."

"Don't miss this rare opportunity."

The gangsters laughed and joked, not taking Klein seriously at all.

And Klein didn't take them seriously.

A thought came to my mind.

In just a moment, all the sounds disappeared.

But then, the noisy noise started again.

of course.

This time it's Klein performing a 'puppet show'

——All those hooligans have become his secret puppets.

“Well, now that I have a little brother to do the chores, it’s time to deal with personal grudges.” Klein muttered to himself, controlling the secret doll to continue to move according to the set program.

He himself changed his clothes slightly and began to divine the whereabouts of Anderson Hood.

……

the next day.

Anderson Hood walked down the hotel stairs refreshed.

I was caught off guard and suddenly saw a disheveled figure.

He recalled.

He blinked and decided to show some concern, "Hey brother, how did you get into this state?"

Klein had been waiting for the other party for a long time, and immediately showed a sad and angry expression: "It's you? You liar, we obviously don't know each other, why! Wuwu! My research funds, that's the money I borrowed from my supervisor."

'Mentor', I really miss you...

Anderson Hood scratched his brow and said, "Sorry, sorry, I just said it casually yesterday. Hehe, I didn't expect to hurt you so badly."

"But." He changed the subject: "How did you know I live here?"

By the end of the conversation, murderous intent had emerged and locked onto Klein.

Klein shuddered and pretended to be confused, "Who cares where you live? This is the hotel I originally booked. I even stored my luggage here. Now, my key is gone and there's no one at the front desk. I can't even get into the room."

Although Anderson Hood was still skeptical, he chose to believe Klein's story after glancing at his gentle and refined face that looked like it had little social experience.

He patted Klein's shoulder and said in a familiar voice, "To be honest, I don't remember what happened yesterday, but meeting is fate. Since you have met me, I will help you."

He asked, "By the way, which room do you live in?"

“402,” Klein replied.

Anderson Hood nodded to show that he understood, and took out a piece of wire from somewhere, "Come on, I'll help you open the door first, and we'll make plans after we get the luggage."

Klein wanted to agree, but when the words came to his lips, he pretended to be worried: "You, you won't trick me again, will you?"

"How is that possible? Renburg people don't lie to Renburg people." Anderson Hood patted his chest and said, "I am an outstanding graduate of the Knowledge Church School. If I hadn't been forced to make a living, I wouldn't have chosen to be an adventurer as my main job. To be frank, my grades were very high back then. If I continue to study, I might be able to study at Renburg University."

He went upstairs while talking nonsense.

The two came to room 402.

Anderson Hood was indeed a veteran who had traveled far and wide. He didn't need any extraordinary means. He just poked the keyhole open with a slight poke.