Pleasant stood on the deck of the Ghost Sheep, looking at the outline of the town not far away.
"It's here, much faster than I expected."
Pleasant turned his head and looked at the three-year-old sailboat sailing beside the Ghost Sheep, and shouted loudly to Kalyan who was leaning against the railing: "Killian, have you not forgotten what I told you? ."
"Don't worry, Captain, I'll take care of this." Kallian patted his chest, and the sound of the beating could be heard by Plissen across a ship.
"Yes." Plisson nodded. He might be a little worried about handing over the stolen ship to someone else, but if it was handed over to Kalyan, he could rest assured.
Yes, Plisson divided his more than 30 crew members into two groups. One group was led by Kalian's second mate, and drove the stolen three-year-old sailboat to Kaimao City in the Pato Islands, and sold some of the common ships. The magic stone that Leeson has cut.
The other group was led by Pleasant himself, stationed in Santan Town, looking for a shipyard to repair the Ghost Sheep, which had been damaged a lot in the naval battle, and recruiting some local sailors.
Of course, Plisson had other things to do specifically to come to this little-known town.
Kal'an took all the crew members except Plisson, Soan, and Onai on the road.
After contacting the local shipyard to send the Ghost Sheep for repairs, the three Pleasants began to wander aimlessly on the streets of Santan Town.
"Suo'an, don't mind. The reason why I won't let you lead the team is because I have more important things to do here. I need you to help me recruit sailors here. After all, I don't want to do such an important job. Dare to find anyone to do it." Plisson walked and chatted with Suo An, comforting the other person who might be a little hurt.
"It's my honor to be able to help the captain." Suoan said two words of compliment, but it could be seen from the expression on his face that there was basically no fluctuation in the expression. These two words were probably a little bit mixed. Against your will.
"What about me? What about me? Captain, you brought me and the first mate with you. Doesn't it prove that the first mate and I have the same importance?" Onai, who was on the side, participated in the chat between the two. There was a little joy in his eyes.
"Importance...well...you are indeed quite important."
When Pleasant turned around, he realized that he had brought the child out.
He thought for a while why he wanted to take Onai with him at that time, and finally thought that he seemed to be afraid of being bored and thought he could tease the child on the road, so he pulled him over.
"Let's not say more. There is a tavern over there. I happen to be hungry too. Let's go there to rest for a while and then we can recruit sailors." Plisson saw a tavern not far away, so he went He led the two of them inside.
"Lady boss, please bring a bottle of rum, two glasses of milk and three steaks." Plisson slapped a few scattered silver coins worth one thousand dollars in his pocket to the front desk of the tavern, and added domineeringly.
“There’s no need to look for the remaining coppers.”
"Okay, sir." The young and beautiful landlady took the three silver coins that Pleasant slapped on the front desk and showed a tender smile to Pleasant.
Plissen nodded politely to the landlady, and then looked at Soan and Onai who were following behind him.
"Let's take a rest here first." Plisson chose an empty seat nearby and sat, and Suoan and Onai followed him and sat next to him.
"Captain, I wonder why you came to Santan Town specifically?"
"I have been to this place before, and this time I came to Santan Town specifically to find someone." Plisson said as he took the milk handed over by the landlady and took a sip.
"Looking for someone? I'd like to ask, who do you want to find?"
"An old crew member on my father's ship is equivalent to an uncle of mine. I dropped by here to talk to him about old times."
"Oh, is that so?" Suoan nodded, and then chatted with Plisson about other topics.
The steaks and drinks were quickly served. Plissen, who had been hungry for a long time, took a knife and cut the rather strong steak into pieces of meat, and stuffed the meat pieces one by one at a very fast speed. In his own mouth.
A large portion of steak was quickly devoured by Pleasant. He finished chewing the meat in his mouth and was about to take another sip of milk when he heard a dull sound coming from outside the door.
Pleasant followed the sound and looked in the direction of the door, only to find that the door of the tavern had been kicked open suddenly. The person who entered the tavern was a group of strong men with unkind expressions. The leader was extremely tall and muscular, with a very ferocious scar on his face like a knife. Combined with the big knife in his hand, he looks very much like an outlaw from Norton.
A young man who had just arrived at the front desk to ask the boss to bring him a few drinks suddenly saw these unkind people. He wisely made way for them and quickly left the tavern. Of course, there were several others who left the tavern. guests who are already seated. In their whispers, Plissen keenly heard the name of the strong man in the lead.
"Scarface Jack? Doesn't this name seem familiar? I seem to have heard someone mention it before when I was in Black Crow Harbor." Pleasant placed the wooden cup filled with milk on the table. Han seemed to remind him of something.
"It looks like something exciting is going to happen, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with us." Plisson muttered to himself, and then stuffed the remaining pieces of steak into his mouth.
"Madam Boss, when will your husband's gambling debt to the Baron be repaid?" Scarface Jack inserted the steel knife in his hand directly on the front desk of the tavern and stared at the panicked Madam Boss with an unkind expression.
"Master Jack, hasn't the deadline passed yet? In three months, I will definitely get it together..."
Before the boss lady finished speaking, she was directly interrupted by Jack.
"Deadline? Your deadline has been delayed again and again. The Baron's patience is very limited." Jack looked at the landlady's body maliciously, with a hint of a sinister smile on his face.
"If you can't collect the money you owe again, your Lord Baron will not mind doing things according to the rules."
Jack pulled out the knife stuck on the front desk. Whether it was to show his force or to threaten with actual actions, he swung an air blade and slashed at a certain part of the tavern at will.
As luck would have it, the attack direction of this air blade happened to be on the table where Pleasant was.
As someone who has been a junior knight for many years, the air blades wielded by Jack after condensing his extraordinary strength are much sharper than those of beginners who have just entered the extraordinary stage.
The sharp white air blade directly chopped into pieces the corner of the table where Pleasant was sitting. Also chopped up by the table was the large half glass of milk placed on the right corner of the table.
The wooden cup containing the milk was chopped into pieces, and the half cup of milk left in it splashed around, or more precisely... on Pleasant's body.
