Crimson Servant

Walking into the guild, there is a reception hall in the middle. A clear glass window separates the hall from the counter. The position of the counter forms a horseshoe shape surrounding the hall. From every position, you can see receptionists discussing enthusiastically with customers. Despite the different styles of clothing and the warm atmosphere, these rugged businessmen still queued up honestly under the supervision of guards.

"Just find a team and keep a low profile." Barnes continued to mutter in a low voice.

Before the two of them found the team, a thick arm with tanned skin that had been exposed to wind and sun stopped in front of Barnes. A bald sailor wearing a dark blue triangle scarf smiled and showed his white teeth, blocking the way of the two of them.

"Unfamiliar face?" The bald sailor's sunny smile combined with his strong muscular body made the two of them feel chilled. His thumb hooked his clothes and showed the anchor badge on his chest. He was the Norbrion Ship Guild. people.

Barnes also smiled and waved his hand in a friendly manner, "Sorry, we are not short of people, we are full."

He mistook the muscular bald man for a self-recommended sailor.

The bald man laughed twice and did not give way. His narrowed eyes opened a little, and his sharp eyes seemed to poke holes in Barnes.

"That's not what I meant. I am Dillon Goethe, the bosun of the Norbrion. You can also regard me as the boss of the guard here." Bald Dillon poked his chest with his thumb, and then poked He poked his back and said, "Those counters only accept business partners with a certain reputation. As for newcomers like you, you have to go up and discuss cooperation with our boss first."

Things turned into a situation that Barnes least wanted to see. He smiled reluctantly, took off his three-cornered hat and fanned himself, looking like a cowardly common man, "That's not necessary, we are just doing a small business."

"Small business? Are you a poor guy who can't squeeze out any profit and water and come here to cheat?" Dillon showed his big white teeth and tensed his muscles as if he was going to hit someone in the next second.

"Ridiculous! Do you Southerners look down on us from the North?" Barnes screamed in the hall with a high-pitched voice, and his strange accent attracted everyone's attention. He originally thought that this would put the muscular bald man in peace.

As a result, this rough-tempered bald sailor didn't give up at all, and almost stabbed Barnes in the head with his finger.

"Look at the clothes you're wearing. Did you just crawl out from the bottom of the sea? The sailors on the dock are all better dressed than you. How long have you been wearing this leather jacket? It will take a few years to be fished out after being packed and submerged in the water. It can be regarded as an antique! If you want to do business with Norbrion in such a bad way, you should wash your hands first!"

Seeing that a fist and kick attack was about to begin, the guild manager sent someone to separate the irritable boatswain and Barnes. The apologetic manager led Barnes and John to the reception room on the second floor.

John watched the pretentious Barnes flapping his clothes before asking him why he changed his behavior.

"There's no way to hide it anymore, so we might as well make things bigger and take advantage of the opportunity to make some money. Most people on the sea are straightforward, and they can tell whether it's a barrel of explosives or a reef at a glance, and I happen to be a little talented in provocation. , watch my performance, boy. When their leader comes in, I will definitely have to bleed him."

In less than a moment, footsteps came from far away, the door was pushed open, and a beautiful woman with a heroic appearance walked in. She looked young, but her movements were mature and steady. The first time her eyes were fixed on the woman with the same triangle. Cap's Barnes. She took off her hat, her shoulder-length hair shining like fallen gold, and smiled at Barnes.

"I'm sorry for the trouble Dillon has brought to you. My name is Christine Norbrion. On behalf of the Norbrion Chamber of Commerce, I would like to apologize to both of you. If you have any needs in maritime trade, please ask Just bring it up and I will do my best to coordinate resources for you.”

"Oh, it turned out to be Miss Christine." Barnes stood up and took off his hat politely. His face turned red, making John wonder if he still remembered the bold words just now. "Actually, it's just a small misunderstanding. I have always liked the forthrightness of southerners, especially people from the sea. In fact, many people say that my face looks like a southerner, and I might be of mixed race, which makes me particularly happy."

Miss Christine's cheeks were slightly red. This was the first time she heard such naked flattery. She was a little embarrassed for a moment, but she really looked at the outline of Barnes's face.

"I still don't know what to call you two?"

"Barnes, Barnes Blade!" The somewhat forgetful captain stretched out his hand to the warlock who was still sitting aside, "This is... Ryan! Ryan Blade! I am single, Ryan He's my nephew, this kid is more like his mother."

John awkwardly shook off Barnes' hand. These behaviors seemed more like a somewhat rebellious young man in Christine's eyes.

Christine nodded, took out the prepared documents from the desk, and took out her own seal from her clothes, and asked with a smile: "So what services does Mr. Barnes need from the Norbrion Chamber of Commerce for you?" Woolen cloth?"

"We are going to rent a medium-sized boat, a ketch, with a more majestic appearance. Ryan and his friends have been obsessed with sea adventures for a long time. As his uncle, I decided to satisfy the children's curiosity and take them out to sea. Please. Don’t worry, I am an experienced seaman and I am absolutely confident that I can bring this ship back safely.”

Barnes also gave a funny wink, which made Kristen, who was looking for information, giggle. Finally, they finalized the paperwork, John presented the coins prepared in advance, and Christine promised that the repaired and maintained boat would be delivered to the two of them tomorrow.

Regarding Miss Norbrion's attentive and meticulous service, Barnes winked at John when he left the Chamber of Commerce. Of course, he did not forget to show off the contract in his hand to Dillon's powder keg before leaving.

"Ha, look what this is! Don't be proud now. Your eldest lady gave it to me personally. Remember, Dillon Baldhead, who are you provoking? It's me! Francis Blade! Hahahaha !”

While looking for the hotel, John deliberately kept a distance from Barnes who was holding the contract. His numb movements of stroking the contract were like treating a woman's slender fingers.

"Hey, John, don't you think this is going a little uncharacteristically well?"

After regaining consciousness, Barnes came forward nervously.

John thought calmly. Although Barnes was not serious sometimes, it was undeniable that he was extremely sensitive in some places.

"Is there anything wrong with this contract?" The warlock asked the expert for advice.

"This charter ship is the Morning Star. It is the best new ship from the Norbrion Chamber of Commerce. Oh my god, this is not on the charter list."

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. John looked around to see if there were any tails following him. He searched for a while and found nothing.

"You found something, Barnes."

Barnes straightened his hat, his eyes steady.

"That Miss Norbrion must be interested in me, for sure."

John Campton suddenly felt the urge to use mind-stealing magic on Barnes.

"You are actually old enough to be her father."

"This is the charm of a mature man. It will take at least another fifty years for a gloomy black-robed man like you to learn."

"hehe."

"Don't worry, kid, you are not hopeless. As long as you accept the teachings of my emotional master, Barnes, ten years later! In ten years, the women of Levipool will call your name in their sleep late at night..."

"John Kemp..."

"Shut up, you shameless bastard."

"John Camp...John Camp..."

Barnes burst into the crowd with a strange smile, like a drop of water melting into the ocean.