Reborn As a Pirate

It was very bright in the room, a little unusually bright.

Candlesticks, candle holders, chandeliers...Hundreds of candles are flickering in the faint night wind, piled up layer by layer, so that everything in the house has nowhere to hide.

Emmons knew this was certainly not the norm in Lorraine's study.

Although Drake's house is indeed luxurious, the luxury managed by Carmen has always been simple and restrained. With a little ignorance of materials and craftsmanship, guests cannot perceive the existence of luxury.

To light hundreds of candles? Or in a private study, meeting a guest who can't be called a guest?

This kind of low-level flaunting of wealth would not even bother the most stupid upstarts, let alone a top plutocrat like Lorraine who received the most orthodox aristocratic education and whose wealth is incomparable.

If something goes wrong, it is a demon.

Emmons suddenly realized something, and immediately sat down opposite Lorraine, with a serious face and concentrated attention.

Tea? Or coffee?

Asking exactly the same question, Lorraine sat cross-legged opposite Emmons, and even the tone of voice was exactly the same as the opening scene during the day.

Saw a few bottles of '53 white rum in your cellar, if I could...

Tea? Or coffee?

Tea……

Lorraine snapped her fingers, and Monica, who was wearing a lady's swallowtail, came in from the door, took only one step, and stood guard at the door.

Master, please order.

Bring a cup of tea for Colonel Emmons. Lorraine stopped talking, By the way, does the colonel have any requirements for taste?

I like Suge better...

The colonel said he didn't care, Monica, please.

It's the butler's duty to entertain guests, so you don't have to be polite.

Monica lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted, took a small step back, and the door closed again gently.

click.

For the first time, Lorraine raised his eyes and met Emmons's.

Colonel Chris Emmons, I heard that you caused a lot of trouble for Shaq?

yes.

Emmons was more honest than when he first entered the house, I'm not good at handling my own affairs, and I occasionally leave some ends behind, and I'm often taken care of by the general.

First and last...does it mean being debt collector or being buried alive?

Yes, but there was only one time when I was buried alive. There were a few times when I was forcibly kidnapped and threatened to cut off my hands and feet in order to collect debts. Fortunately, the general arrived in time every time, otherwise I would have been forced to retire long ago.

Such a wonderful encounter, and what you're worried about is retirement? Lorraine asked strangely.

Isn't it bad to retire? Emmons acted more strangely than Lorraine, and he definitely didn't seem to be pretending, Without the canteen and dormitory, I will have no food and lodging, and if the monthly salary is cut off, I will have nothing to do. There is no source of livelihood. A disabled person has no other means of earning a living, and I will die under pressure, and I will not be able to complete my research until I die.

Research? The probability of gambling? Lorraine remembered Emmons' self-defense in New Orleans a few years ago.

Gambling has probability and can be calculated. I firmly believe in this and am willing to spend my life proving it.

Admirable ambition. Lorraine mechanically praised.

The tea came, a standard English blend, mellow but not strong, completely different from what Emmons wanted.

Lorraine slowly added fresh milk: Are you nervous?

Siah!

This question helped Emmons tear open the sugar packet, and the finely crushed white sugar was scattered everywhere.

He sighed and put away the mess in front of him, and replied softly, I'm looking for Assassin, and I want to know where she is.

Hina... probably went to see Bell. In theory, Bell might abscond in fear of crime.

perhaps?

Lorraine stirred the tea and said with a smile: It should be different from what you think. I rarely order Henna. She is free. She decides where she wants to go and what she wants to do. I only do it for you. be responsible for the consequences.

So morning?

Yes, whether she shoots a throwing knife or puts a knife on your neck is her own judgment. If she judged you to die at that time, I will throw your body into your boat and send it on the road together with the 16 sailors , sank near Bermuda.

Cold sweat immediately covered Emmons' back.

He was confident that Lorraine would not kill him, because there was a bond between the Drake brothers, and no one would easily break this bond.

But Hana Yesla... this woman is a mystery in the information about the Drake Chamber of Commerce all over the world, and no one can guess her code of conduct, which means that no one can guess her spontaneous behavior, including motive for killing.

Emmons suddenly had the real feeling of will be killed, and the bright study scenery changed suddenly, and the murderous intent was almost overflowing.

Surprised, frightened, surprised, bewildered.

Emmons faced his own fear clumsily, but what he thought in his heart was... so I am so afraid of death?

Years of swords and flames, threats of debt collection, he always thought that he was not afraid of the fear of death.

But this time the feeling was completely different. From the moment he slipped his words, his heart never really calmed down.

why?

He looked at the long day curiously, replaying his experience and mood like a revolving lantern, and finally found the difference.

The difference is obvious.

Before that, all the killing intents he faced were clear, no matter whether the other party really wanted to kill him or threatened him with death, he could know in advance, and he knew it clearly.

If he really wants to kill him, he can't escape, and if he doesn't want to kill him, he doesn't need to escape. This is the case with war, and so is debt collection. In the face of the known future, he doesn't need unnecessary fear, or in other words, he can easily persuade himself to give up. fear.

But this time it was different.

First of all, his itinerary did not include the threat of death. If everything went well, Lorraine would have no reason to be concerned about his life.

It was a pure accident, without any prior warning.

What's more, this accident was also mixed with an uncontrollable variable named Henna Yesra, which made the whole incident full of unknowable and unverifiable.

What he is afraid of is not death at all, but the unknown of whether he will die, like a... gambling.

Emmons was untimely excited, sweating profusely with excitement, and his heart was pounding.

Yes... Mr. President, if... I mean if. If you and Assassin's judgment disagrees, and she has killed me before you know what you want, such as in the morning. You...you What will happen?

What will I do... Lorraine's face showed strange confusion, Is this provocation?

It's not a provocation! Emmons waved his hand hastily, It's not a provocation, it's just a reference, just like roulette, odd-even, poker, the history will always be published on the poker table, this is the reference left by the dealer for the gamblers, only for reference , we have the possibility to calculate the probability...

Lorraine suddenly realized: It's gambling...

Yes! Emmons gasped, You are today's banker, Assassin is the croupier, I bet with my life, you are obliged to provide me with a reference, otherwise, otherwise...

Otherwise you can only guess.

yes!

Lorraine thought about it for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud.

Although your words are convincing, unfortunately, my reference is of no value to you.

It's not a fair game here, it's destiny. Destiny is never fair, it only becomes a gamble when the stakes are high enough.

Your life doesn't matter. I mean even if I don't want to kill you at all, but Hana kills you, it's just a trivial matter, and it's not even worth discussing.

Emmons' eyes turned red all of a sudden: No, Mr. President, paper can't cover fire, no matter how well you conceal it...

The premise of this assumption is not to hide it. Lorraine interrupted him, You died, died in front of Shaq, Hannah killed you, I will apologize, and then do what to do, what Nothing will change, nothing will change, that's your weight.

After the black tea was mixed, the milky fragrance was overflowing, and the tea was fragrant. Lorraine picked it up and took a sip, then put down the cup with satisfaction.

Okay, it's getting late. Please tell me, where is Shaq?