EBE Chapter 20: Only by paying can the curse be lifted.
Chapter 20: Only by paying can the curse be lifted.
thump.
One person collapsed against the wind and immediately lost consciousness; another person started performing an opera on the spot and began to act out drunkenly.
One person rushed out, shouting "Mom" as he ran, and finally simply hugged the mast;
The last person crawled into the newly set up wine barrel table and burst into tears.
The sound of the wind and waves was quite loud, masking their movements.
Meanwhile, the pirates on watch were even stealing from the mast themselves, and were now frantically rubbing against it.
For a time, no one came out to investigate.
After a while, the pirate ship gradually quieted down.
The third wave has arrived.
……
The sun rises, and seagulls cry.
Mo Ning yawned as he left his room, climbed onto the deck, and suddenly stared in disbelief.
He didn't even notice when the cup slipped from his hand and hit his foot.
On the deck, his underlings were lying haphazardly.
Mo Ning only glanced at it briefly, but he knew that more than half of the pirates on the ship were drunk.
If Talosha's men were to come after them at this point, they would probably be wiped out on the spot.
Oh no.
He's an undercover agent, so it's alright.
Annihilation would be just right.
But what's going on here?
How could he not know that this rabble had a habit of buying alcohol in the middle of the night?
Mo Ning casually kicked aside the drooling white-haired guy lying on the ground and walked towards the cafeteria.
As for the possibility that the familiar might be harmed or taken advantage of, he naturally wasn't worried.
Just kidding, don't tell me the familiar's true form is unknown, it just transformed into a barrel for fun...
Even if the familiar is truly a tank, it must be an elite tank of level 40 or above, unfathomable!
He was a dignified second-tier cultivator, yet his aura was undetectable.
Those pirates who are only at the first level of entry are even less likely to pose any threat to you, sir.
"My lord, what are they doing...?" Mo Ning asked cautiously, seeing that there were no conscious people nearby.
It's not that I care about my little brother; he's about to run away, why should he care about these pirates?
The main problem is that all these guys are lying down, so there's no one to drive the boat.
We can't expect a captain to do it himself, and he wouldn't know how!
"It's nothing, he didn't want to pay for his drinks, so I took care of him," Fang Qi said casually.
"Don't worry about it, just pretend you don't know anything. I have my own way. Just cooperate with me when the time comes."
In business, it's all about mutual consent.
The people have already been dealt with, Fang Qi doesn't believe the pirates weren't willing.
"Okay...okay." Mo Ning didn't dare to object. After exchanging a few more pleasantries and clarifying the details of the cooperation, she took her leave.
Before leaving, they thoughtfully found a rope, tied the corpses together, and dragged them out of the restaurant.
He finally understood: the familiar liked to make money by himself and also liked to play dumb to take advantage of others.
What else can I say but cooperate obediently?
His money has all been confiscated, and the rest of you can't escape!
It wasn't until noon that the pirates, clutching their heads, woke up one by one.
Toby rubbed his temples: "Last night, I think I saw my grandma. She was still in the water beckoning me and making me swim..."
"Cough cough," Iver coughed, clutching his neck. "I almost drowned yesterday. I couldn't breathe, it felt like someone was choking me."
Ned chimed in, "Me too! I swam as hard as I could, but I just couldn't get to shore. It was so painful!"
"You..." Toby looked at the handprints on his two companions' necks, hesitating to speak, "Why don't you put your hands on your necks and let me take another look?"
The two found it a bit strange, but they did as instructed.
"The mark overlaps perfectly with my hand; could it be from pinching myself?" Toby shuddered.
"Do you think something unclean has boarded this ship?"
Iver and Ned aren't crazy, why would they strangle themselves for no reason?
Their gazes all turned to the cafeteria, or more precisely, to the location of the wine barrels.
The things the captain brought this time seem a bit eerie...
"Shh, I got this news from my uncle. I'm only telling you, you can't tell anyone else..."
A group of people had gathered in a corner of the cafeteria, and faint sounds could be heard coming from there.
The three of them exchanged a glance and then ran over together.
The blond pirate stood in the center of the crowd, speaking with great enthusiasm:
"You think that 'magical technology' on that sign is real? That's just a story the captain made up to reassure us. This stuff is dangerous!"
"I'll tell you a secret, that was actually the 'Greed Barrel' that the captain fished out of a pile of dead bodies."
Another pirate exclaimed, "The Barrel of Greed? Could it be that cursed object from legend, the one that seals away the ghosts of the deep sea?"
"You've actually heard of it?" The two chatted back and forth, with the blond-haired guy feigning surprise, nodding, and continuing his story:
"That's right, that's it! In that bucket... there's a ghost that drowned in the sea sealed inside."
"This ghost loved two things most in life: fine wine and gold coins."
"Legend has it that it has two rules."
"What rules?" Toby, caught off guard, asked curiously.
"You guys haven't already secretly drunk it, have you?" The blond pirate didn't answer, but instead looked around at everyone.
Everyone shook their heads vigorously, like rattles.
Even if they've drunk from it, they can't admit it, otherwise the captain would have to throw them into the sea to feed the fish, not the ghosts.
"Let's start installing!"
The blond pirate rolled his eyes imperceptibly. He hadn't dared to come out last night, but he had seen everything clearly. None of the dozen or so people here hadn't been to the canteen before.
But he didn't expose it, after all, he had been memorizing the script all morning and couldn't afford to give himself away.
After glancing around, he sang in a half-baked, comical operatic style he'd learned at the tavern:
"The one who pays is its drinking buddy. The weight of the gold coins can suppress its resentment. When it's happy, it might even reward you with a sip of fine wine that even the admiral can't get."
The one who steals the drink is its scapegoat; hey... it'll think you're there to steal the offerings and drag you straight into the deep sea!
"It's said that... before those sailors drowned, they would spend their days paddling on deck, yelling for help, and acting drunk!"
"Thirty gold coins in hand, easy!" he exclaimed, then planned to slip away to claim his reward from Moning.
Clang, clang.
An unusual noise suddenly came from a corner of the restaurant.
The pirates, including the blond-haired man, felt a chill run down their spines, broke out in a cold sweat, and their hair stood on end.
Everyone reluctantly looked over.
In the corner of the cafeteria, the lid of a wine barrel had popped open without anyone touching it.
hiss--
Eerie, inhuman voices emanated from the barrel.
"My goodness!" The pirate, listening to the story, was so frightened that he even spoke in his native dialect.
They quickly clutched the gold coins in their pockets and rushed out the door, fearing that if they stayed even a second longer, the gold coins on their bodies would disappear.
You'd better keep this money safe, I'll need to come back tonight to buy some drinks... to buy my life!
They know perfectly well how they got the alcohol.
Now that we've heard the inside information, let's recall the details of last night...
Thinking hard!
"That's it, they're too easily scared." Fang Qi didn't expect that the pirates would back down so easily, even before the stage props were even set up.
That's good, saves me the trouble. I can just wait to collect the money tonight!