Chapter 72: Drow Warrior! (Second Update)
Taro Port.
Inside a tavern close to the port, the Half-Elf First Mate was sitting at the bar waiting, next to him was a flirtatious courtesan, but he didn’t show any interest in her. Outside the tavern hung a sign depicting a large white shark, and there were many people waiting outside, many of whom looked fierce and intimidating, causing ordinary passersby to avoid the area. After about ten minutes, a small and thin man walked in, glanced around, and then turned to enter the tavern.
“How is it?”
The Half-Elf First Mate looked at the incoming thin man and asked in a deep voice, “Have you found the person I need?”
The thin man hurriedly lowered his head and replied, “Because the year-end is approaching, many people have left, and dwarves have become quite rare around here. It may be due to the situation in the City of Wealth; the entire coastal area is a bit desolate.”
Hearing this, the Half-Elf First Mate frowned and said sternly, “I don’t care what the reason is. You must find the person I need, or I will throw you into the sea to feed the fish.”
Upon hearing this, the thin man broke into a cold sweat and quickly said, “I will take care of it as soon as possible, I will make sure to do it quickly.”
“However, many people know how to make bricks, but it’s difficult to find an experienced craftsman. I have heard that some slaves have been brought over from the East recently, among them are craftsmen who understand pottery making. This batch of slaves seems to have been sent over for some reason; many have received messages about it. Some will be sent to the City of Wealth for auction, while others will be sent to the Rosad Duchy.”
The Half-Elf First Mate showed a hint of interest upon hearing this, slowly saying, “Eastern slaves? Pottery?”
“Yes,” the thin man quickly nodded. “Among the slaves sent from the East, there are many craftsmen who understand how to make pottery. It seems something significant happened over there, and many Easterners were reduced to slavery. Since these people can even make such exquisite pottery, making simple bricks should be no problem. They should meet your requirements.”
Pottery? Slaves?
The Half-Elf First Mate stroked his chin, as if pondering something, and slowly said, “Seems a bit useful. Where are they located? You also need to find me some dwarves to build a furnace. You know what the Throat Cutter’s temper is like; if he becomes unhappy because things are moving too slowly, Taro Port will probably lose a few heads.”
The thin man nodded hastily. After exchanging a few more words, he left.
After the thin man left, the Half-Elf First Mate waved to the Scarface nearby, then ordered, “Go to Snake Island to gather manpower and prepare a batch of fast ships. That batch of craftsmen will definitely be useful, and we’ll go capture them.”
They are pirates.
Pirates spend money to buy things out of integrity, but seizing them is part of their professional ethics.
Scarface quickly nodded and left.
The Half-Elf First Mate nodded in satisfaction. He then began to think about how to capture that batch of slaves with minimal casualties and at the fastest speed, as the Throat Cutter needed a lot of labor recently, and these Eastern slaves seemed quite valuable to snatch.
On the other side.
After the thin man left the tavern, he quickly zigzagged into an alley, entered through a back door from somewhere, and then arrived inside a room. Outside the room stood a strong Amazon Female Warrior guard. Inside was a woman with a scar on her face holding a dagger; she looked at the thin man who had just entered and asked, “How is it?”
“It seems we have a bite,” the thin man hurriedly lowered his head.
The Amazon woman with a scar on her cheek revealed a slight smile, playfully saying, “Very good! That batch of goods is secretly controlled by Pirate King Asrold. Once that group of Throat Cutter’s subordinates seizes the goods, their conflicts will escalate quickly. Pirate King Asrold has long felt threatened and displeased with Throat Cutter’s rise. This should prompt some action, right?”
The thin man quickly nodded in agreement but hesitated to say, “However!… That batch of goods seems to transport more than just some slaves, right? There are some valuable items in there; I’m afraid they might end up benefiting from it!… And if we leak this information to them, Asrold might guess as well!…”
Upon hearing this, the Amazon woman glanced at him with disdain. She slowly said, “It’s just about 50 or 60 thousand Gind worth of goods. If we can get two pirate kings to fight, a little cost is worth it. That man thinks he can run rampant on the sea with the backing of the Naga royal family. He has been sneaking around doing business behind the Ocean Temple’s back more than once or twice; now we can just sit back and reap the rewards.”
The thin man fell silent, his expression showing some vague worry.
Instigating a conflict between the two pirate kings on the Southern Coast will surely carry some pressure; if either side finds out, his ending will be quite miserable.
Now he could only hope that once they start fighting, no one would have the mood to pay attention to a minor character like him.
………………
Overseas Islands.
Soren returned to the camp just before dawn. Vivian seemed to have not slept the entire night; she only slightly closed her eyes after sensing he was back. The little girl was worried he might encounter danger, and with the limited wish spell she had cast, they shared a kind of telepathic ability, allowing her to instantly teleport to his side whenever he was in danger. Now that Soren had returned, she naturally felt relieved; the little girl, who had been very sleepy during that period, soon fell asleep.
It’s truly enviable; even though the little girl spends most of her time sleeping each day, her strength seems to grow even faster than Soren’s.
As if sleeping could also enhance her combat power!
After Soren’s return, he immediately got busy; on one side, he increased vigilance with more hidden sentinels, and on the other side, he researched how to eliminate the Indigenous People’s Tribe.
There were two major troublesome issues when dealing with Indigenous People’s Tribes.
The first was the spirits they worshipped as offerings; most of these spirits had legendary level combat power, and there wasn’t just one spirit. If the tribe upheld ancestral worship, the number of spirits could be quite significant. The strongest ones were generally above legendary level, and other spirits typically came from the higher-level fighters of the tribe who transformed into spirits after their deaths, a bit similar to “Battle Spirits.” This was relatively common in totem-worship regions, especially in the extreme north and Iceland.
Spirits are somewhat similar to holy spirits, both carrying a weak divine power!
Dealing with spirits isn’t easy.
Anything related to the power of deities is difficult to handle. Even with Vivian’s assistance, resolving a spirit worshipped by a Native American tribe over generations would probably still be quite troublesome.
The second issue was the Indigenous People’s expertise in poisons and medicine, whether it was the blow darts that could forcibly incapacitate someone or the toxins smeared on weapons that could cause bl**d to flow from their throats; these things are hazardous and troublesome. Moreover, these potions take effect quickly; once struck, a person would fall poisoned in no time.
Soren found it a bit of a headache to deal with, not to mention the other pirates.
The most troublesome thing in the Overseas Islands is this; there are too many poisonous substances here, and anyone with a slight knowledge of pharmacology can easily find toxic materials.
Soren frowned in thought, lightly tracing his fingers on the table.
By now, the sky was already brightening.
As Soren had ordered the lifting of the ban on alcohol so that the pirate underlings could celebrate the New Year, the entire camp was filled with a festive atmosphere. No matter how fierce pirates were, they were still human, and humans undoubtedly had other emotions. There was no need for New Year decorations, but a bonfire was a must; big mugs of wine and chunks of meat were also necessary. Many pirates who could hunt were preparing to catch some wild game today, and some planned to go out and gather some seafood.
Many pirates came from a background of fishermen and sailors.
Recently, the pirate underlings had become somewhat familiar with Soren’s dietary preferences, knowing that this Throat Cutter particularly liked seafood, such as sea cucumbers, shark fins, and lobsters; even the king crab, which was seldom eaten, he was fond of. Many seafood items had a strong fishy smell, and during this era, spices were expensive; many people boiled seafood directly without any seasoning.
A group of pirates prepared to set out to the sea, intending to catch some rare seafood to present to Soren.
But at that moment.
Suddenly, a ship appeared in the distance, which did not seem like a warship and was not flying any flag. The pirate overseer under Soren knew the importance of the matter. Upon seeing the approaching ship, he immediately instructed his underlings to go back and report. They then dispatched a fast ship towards the approaching vessel to inquire about its identity.
However, it seemed they wouldn’t need to ask!
Because as soon as the pirate overseer got close, he recognized who was before him; the other person had very obvious features, such as dark skin, silvery white hair, and crimson eyes.
Drow!
Strictly speaking, it should be a half-Drow.
Standing at the bow was the Drow warrior Soren had previously let go; behind him was an entire squad of Drow Warriors, although their equipment looked somewhat worn and damaged, their momentum was significantly stronger than that of the pirates. The pirate overseer stood dumbfounded for a moment and didn’t stop them to ask but let the Drow line up to the shore.
That day.
After nearly a month of waiting, Soren finally received a response from the Drow.
However, the timing was much later than he had estimated!
………………(To Be Continued ~^~)
