Pirates: Across the World

When the dizzy Cavendish heard this, he almost lost his breath and vomited blood.

That's my sword!

mine!

"That's it."

Chuck was full of ideas and took the initiative to suggest: "Then sell it and just discount it."

"Makes sense."

Kyle nodded.

"Wait...you rude people..."

What is the difference between seizing someone's sword in front of someone and seizing someone's wife in front of someone?

Cavendish stood up unsteadily.

"Give me back Durandal!"

"Do not."

A simple word expressed Kyle's attitude.

Cavendish looks good, but he is not a handsome man, so why should he be so polite?

Look at the knife, you!

The blade flipped over and drew a graceful arc in the air.

With a "bang", Cavendish rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Boss, why are you using the back of the knife?"

Chuck was confused.

In his opinion, this pretty boy who took action even if he didn't agree didn't look like a good person, and his death was in vain.

"The sword is valuable, but the person is not valuable? Do you know how to live?"

To put it bluntly, Kyle is very rich. The treasure he got from the West Sea Mafia Family and the "Iron Armor Pirates" is enough for him to squander for a long time.

However, people who have no long-term worries must have immediate worries.

There is no such thing as too much Bailey.

"Oh!"

Chuck suddenly understood.

Dragging the unconscious Cavendish to the bar, Kyle and Chuck sat down carelessly.

The bartender swallowed, with a smile on his face, "What do you want?"

"White Horse" Cavendish, the bounty may be high or low, but he is still a figure.

But in the hands of the fierce man on the opposite side, he couldn't survive three moves!

The bartender became energetic and said, "We have ale and rum here..."

"Two glasses of water."

Kyle interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"Ok."

The bartender quickly took out two glasses and filled them with ice water soaked with lemon slices. He also deliberately inserted a straw into one of the glasses.

"I like it if I have a discerning eye."

Chuck grinned, showing his fangs, "Brother, I want to ask you something."

"You say."

The bartender was very polite.

"Where do you sell charts here? Also, do you have any useful prosthetics?"

When you go to a strange place, bars and restaurants are definitely the best places to get information.

Chuck shook his bandaged arm. "You see, I really need that thing."

Yes, you do need to...

The bartender thought for a while and then said: "As for the sea chart, the "Lumster Grocery Store" on the pier has it in stock, but there is no guarantee that you will find the one you need.

As for prosthetics, "Jones Clinic" is a place that specializes in prosthetics, so you can go there and have a look. "

As expected of a well-known port city, it really has everything.

Kyle and Chuck were relieved.

"So......"

After pondering for a moment, Kyle asked the third question.

"Where can I find a good knife?"

Knife?

The bartender was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"If it is an ordinary sword, you can buy it at the weapons store on the main street, but I think the kind of famous sword you are talking about, I don't know."

Hearing this, Kyle was a little disappointed.

A good knife can enhance combat effectiveness to a certain extent.

The naval standard saber brought from the West Sea has inevitably developed chips after many battles. No matter how well it is maintained, it is not as sharp as before.

"Durandal" is a good choice, but Kyle himself doesn't like this kind of light stabbing sword.

It's so difficult...

"Are you looking for a famous sword?"

Just then, a voice sounded in Kyle's ear.

Three or four seats away from Kyle, a drunken man with a red nose showed his yellow teeth and said with a smile: "I know the whereabouts of Frost Fang..."

Liang Kuai Dao. Frost Fang?

Kyle, who had read "The Directory of Swords and Swords in the World", suddenly became interested and casually ordered a glass of ale for the other party.

"Appreciate further details."

"Hey, it's easy to talk about."

The drunk man happily took the wine, burped first, and then said in a leisurely manner: "I have a friend who used to be a bounty hunter, but now he has given up. The sword in his hand is exactly the same. It is "Frost Fang", one of the fifty swordsmanship."

Putting aside those nameless swords, there are three types of famous swords in the world: good sharp swords, quick swords, and supreme sharp swords.

Even though the "Good Knife" has the lowest status, there are only fifty of them in the world!

Kyle didn't want to miss this opportunity and said, "Your friend intends to transfer "Frost Fang"?"

"Yeah, he's retired now, and there's no use keeping this good knife, so he wants to find an opportunity to sell it, but the price he offered...hehe, it's a bit expensive."

The drunk man rubbed his hands and said, "You have to be mentally prepared."

expensive?

I have plenty of money now!

Kyle, who prides himself on being wealthy, is very confident, "Anyway, take me to meet your friends first."

After listening to the entire conversation between the two, the bartender seemed to want to say something.

But after careful consideration, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

It's hard to mess with both sides, so just pretend you don't know anything...

After finding out the information, there is no need to continue drinking water.

Led by the drunken man, Chuck and Kyle came to the residential area on the central street of Hannabal - of course, they did not forget to take the fainted Cavendish with them.

"Hey, Molka, you old man, business is coming to your door, why don't you come out quickly!"

The drunk man knocked on the door rather roughly.

After a while, a strong old man walked out of the door and said, "Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, Fuma, do you want to die?"

Good guy, Jinpen has washed his hands and still has such a bad temper, this old man has something.

Kyle twitched his lips and said proactively: "Hello, I heard that you have "Frost Fang" in your hands. Do you intend to sell it?"

"Um......"

After looking Kyle up and down, Molka nodded, "Yes."

After a pause, he called the two of them into the room, "Come in and talk."

"That's disturbing."

Kyle smiled and gave Chuck a subtle wink.

Chuck, who was carrying Cavendish, understood immediately and said haha, "I won't go in. I have to deal with this guy first."

The old man and the drunk looked at each other.

Before they could speak, Kyle took the initiative to urge: "Let's go, I can't wait to see the famous sword!"

"This......"

Morka hesitated.

Fuma laughed and said, "Let's go inside and talk about it later!"

The accomplice had spoken, and Molka was convinced and took Kyle into the house.

After entering the house, he didn't waste any time. He directly picked up the long black knife on the knife stand in the living room and pulled it out of the scabbard bit by bit. "The blade is dark blue, the blade is a straight-edged T-shaped blade, and the scabbard is solemn and majestic. One of the fifty fine swords, it is the famous sword "Frost Fang"!"

The blade of the sword was completely cold, exuding a hint of coldness.

Nice knife!

As soon as he saw "Frostfang", Kyle fell in love with this knife.

Looking at the old man and the drunk man, he raised a smile and said, "Good stuff, I want it. How do you want to trade it?"

"certainly......"

Morka and Fuma said in unison, sandwiching Kyle calmly.

"With your life!"