It was nearly noon, and the few still spacious avenues behind the docks of Port Kings were crowded with dock workers in tattered and dirty clothes and sea hunters covered in scars and fierce breath.

People always have to eat, and as long as they don't go to sea, most of these crew sailors come to this avenue to stay for a while, well, or, an afternoon?

Who knows?

There are still three avenues left behind the Kingsport Pier that are not covered by the haphazard wooden sheds that have been built up to the brim, and the seafarers love to come to this one, not only because it is the closest to the docks, but also because it has the most affordable and largest pubs in the whole of the Port Kings Harbour area.

Snake Bay Tavern.

The owner of this tavern is said to have been a respected captain of a sea hunting ship, and at its peak he owned a fleet of twelve large professional sea hunting vessels.

He once led this fleet deep into the depths of the Twin Seas, and finally returned safely, and all the ships were filled with all kinds of rare seafood and the carcasses of ferocious sea beasts.

At that time, his fame was even no less than that of some high-ranking professionals in the aristocratic district.

In the port area of King's Harbour, it can also be regarded as a legend.

However, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts, and the captain has not escaped this cursed iron law in the end.

In another subsequent expedition into the Twin Seas, perhaps he didn't pay his tithes, or maybe the "Lady of Mist" (the superstitious god of the sea for the sailors of King's Port) felt that he had received enough.

In short, this time, his fleet did not hand in good luck.

When I went out to sea, there were twelve large sea hunting boats, and there were seven or eight other sea hunting ships that wanted to follow and pick up the bargains.

In the end, there was only a small sampan that came back, and he was alone on the sampan.

And although he is still alive, he is by no means intact.

Both of his legs were gone, and half of his face had been gnawed by something, and he had probably been paddling with his hands, and his entire right hand was almost gnawed to bones by the fish and the currents.

The old captain's saga came to an end, and he returned to King's Harbour and used his savings from the first half of his life to open the "Snake Bay Tavern" on the former "First Avenue", but no one has seen the captain since.

One could only hear from the bartender at the Snake Bay Tavern that the owner of the tavern had always been the old captain, but even he had never seen their boss appear in person.

As for what exactly happened to the huge sea-hunting fleet in the depths of the Twin Seas, there are different opinions.

Some people say that the old captain was too greedy to pay the tithes, and was punished by the Misty Lady and led the fleet into the eroded fog of the sea.

Some people say that the fleet was attacked by sea beasts the size of a city in the depths of the Twin Seas, and finally all of them sank into the trench.

It is also said that the old captain made a deal with the evil god of the deep sea with his own two legs and half of his face, and he offered a large number of sacrifices, and the evil god gave him immortal life.

All in all, there was basically everything to say, and all kinds of outrageous versions even made many sea-hunting ships of the time afraid to go to sea.

As time passed, the old captain's story was forgotten, and in the end, only the legendary tavern remained open, and the business went from strength to strength.

At this moment, in front of the bar of this tavern, Xue Hua raised his head and poured the last sip of bitter bitter algae wine, and at the same time listened to the chatter in front of him about the "captain's story".

He reached out and touched the head of the girl who was still sipping the syrup next to her, and placed a silver sail coin that he had scavenged from the Black Rat gangsters on the bar.

"A good story, it's the wine money and the story fee."

"Thank you, generous guest." The bartender looked around, quietly reached out and put the coin into his pocket, and then refilled the wooden cup in front of Xue Hua with pale green liquor.

"By the way, I'll ask you about someone." Xue Hua grabbed the wine glass and poured it again, although this kind of wine made with some special seaweed is very bitter, it has a special sweet aftertaste after it is lowered into the throat, and the overall feeling is not bad, at least he likes it.

"You said, I didn't brag to you, working in this tavern, I have no other skills, but the ability to recognize people and find people is second to none."

The bartender was holding a wine jug to entertain the other guests at the bar, while boasting to Xue Hua with a smug on his face.

"There's an old seaman named Cherki, and I heard that he often comes here for a drink?" Xue Hua asked casually, turned his head and looked around the tavern, but he didn't see the old drunkard with a broken leg described by the Black Rat gangsters.

The Snake Bay Tavern was very large, there were seventeen or eighteen wine tables in addition to the bar, and it was almost noon, and there were many guests who came here for a drink or a meal, and because the environment was too noisy, all kinds of uncomposed tunes and the loud shouts of the seamen made him frown a little at first.

But after sitting at the bar and having two drinks, he quickly adapted to the environment.

According to the thugs, the old sea wolf named Cherki usually likes to sit at the bar and drink, but Xue Hua did not find such a distinctive guy in the crowd at the bar.

"Ahh Are you talking about that old liar? Ha ha! This guy has been sick for the past few days, and he is tormented by salt spray and rolls around in bed during the day, so he won't come until evening... But what do people like you do with him?

Yes! I see, you're here to hear the story! When it comes to storytelling, there's really no one here who is as capable as the old guy, but whether what he's saying is true or not, no one knows.

If you are looking for him, you will have to wait a little longer, and he will be almost here in the afternoon when the fire sun enters the sea. ”

The bartender filled the wine glass for a muscular sea hunter, and after collecting the wine fee, he turned his head and said to Xue Hua with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll just wait a minute." Xue Hua nodded, picked up the cup and poured another sip of wine, then turned his head to look at Aman beside him.

"Girl, I still have to stay here for a while, or you can go back first, don't delay buying medicine for your brother."

He had just heard the story of Oman, who had been shipwrecked by her parents when she was a child—a common occurrence for those who begged for a living at sea.

She was raised by her brother, who was six years older than her, and the brother and sister have been dependent on each other since childhood, and their relationship can be described as extremely deep.

A few days ago, his brother was accidentally smashed by a large box and broke his leg while working at the dock, so he had to go home and slowly recuperate.

Yesterday morning, when Aman was taking care of his brother, he found that his brother's injured leg showed signs of infection, and they had no money to buy medicine, so Oman had to pretend to be a child laborer to work on the dock, hoping to earn enough money to buy medicine for his brother.

"Well, thank you, kind sir, I will remember your help." Aman first took a deep look at Xue Hua's face, and then showed some expression on his face that he wanted to say something, just when Xue Hua felt a little strange, Aman suddenly jumped off the chair, bowed deeply to Xue Hua, and then turned around and ran away without looking back.

"This girl ......" Xue Hua was stunned for a while, a little confused what Aman wanted to say just now.

"Kind sir, this girl is his blessing to meet you, but you also have to know that in this port area, kindness can't be used casually, here, sometimes, kindness may not be rewarded......"

The bartender in front of Xue Hua looked at Aman's distant back, shook his head slightly, picked up a wooden cup and wiped it gently with a rag, and ordered Xue Hua casually.