I'm also trying to survive today [Western Fantasy]

Guards A and B couldn't recover for a moment.

What they are discussing now is how to save their status quo, does it have anything to do with the people in the market?

"It's the man who was mocked by Master Julian at the market."

The bodyguard had a vague impression: "The one with the hood?"

The old man nodded.

"What can he help us with?" The guard was puzzled.

The old man glanced at the guard armor: "I accidentally saw that person's side face, and found that he looked very similar to the person in that portrait except that he was a little darker." After a pause, he added: "More like Master Julian."

The two guards were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became energetic. They looked at each other and looked at the old man with piercing eyes: "Mr. Sidney, do you think it is feasible?"

The old man said calmly: "I don't know, but I think this should be the only way out."

The two guards looked at each other, a little undecided for a while, but in the end it was the old man who made the decision. Since they couldn't make a decision, it's better to ask someone who can make a decision.

Master Julian is already dead, and the two of them dare not hide this matter from the higher-ups. They just found a way to make up for this mistake. As for whether to use it and how to use it, it depends on the decision of the higher-ups.

The old man called Sidney put on a hooded cloak and left in a hurry, and did not return to the hotel until noon the next day. After returning, he looked very strange, whether he was relaxed or entangled, the two people who watched The guard was worried.

After a good night's sleep, Julian woke up feeling refreshed.

After breakfast, he started his daily training, and the Belan brothers also practiced together. Julian found that the training methods of the two brothers were quite clever, and seemed to be no worse than what Owen taught him, but for some reason, the two brothers The brother has not been able to stimulate the blood.

After completing a set of training, he asked his two brothers to guard the boat, and he planned to go to the tavern to see if he was lucky enough to recruit some more helpers.

When he came to the tavern, the bartender at the bar looked up at him and nodded to him, obviously impressed by him who was willing to pay a gold coin for news.

Julian came to the bar and ordered a glass of beer. While drinking the beer, he asked casually: "My ship needs to add some sailors. Do you have any recommendations?"

The bartender didn't speak, nor did he stop wiping the glasses.

The corner of Julian's mouth twitched, and he glanced at it, extremely suspicious that the rag was the same one he saw yesterday, so he took out a silver coin and handed it over.

With a swift movement of the bartender, the silver coins disappeared from the bar.

"There are plenty of consumables like sailors, but I guess what you want is definitely not cannon fodder."

Julian nodded, acknowledging his statement.

The bartender sized him up: "How many people do you want?"

"About ten."

"Then Greenton's group will be a good choice for you." After finishing speaking, the bartender raised his head and shouted: "Greenton, someone is looking for you!"

Soon, a strong man who was drinking in the corner came over. His hair was cut short, leaving only a layer of green scalp. He was wearing an old coat with a few holes in his trousers. , he was more like a bum.

"Who is looking for me?" Greenton asked, but his eyes turned around Julian.

"It's me." Julian made a gesture of invitation with a smile, and said to the bartender, "Give Mr. Greenton a glass of rum, and it's mine."

The bartender delivered a glass of wine in a hurry, and Greenton sat down next to Julian without touching the glass of wine: "What do you want from me?"

"I have a ship..."

Before Julian finished speaking, Greenton had already understood what he meant, frowning his bushy eyebrows: "Are you new here?"

Julian remained calm: "Why do you ask that?"

Greenton smiled: "Because everyone who hangs around here often knows that I, Greenton, are a good player. If you want to invite me on board, you must do a few things."

Julian suddenly became interested. Usually, it is the captain who recruits sailors. This is the first time he has heard that a sailor also has requirements for the captain.

"Tell me."

Greenton glanced at him: "First, I'm not a pirate."

Julian with the Jolly Roger on board:  …

There was a burst of laughter from the table next to it, and some burly men laughed and said: "Come on, Greenton, what do you think this is? You are not a pirate, do you want to be a merchant ship's guard? You can do it." Is it? Hahaha..."

Greenton ignored the ridicule of those people and looked at Julian quietly.

Julian touched his chin: "Can I ask why you don't become a pirate? If I remember correctly, this is a pirate port, right? Isn't everyone here a pirate?"

"No, to be precise, this is actually a neutral port. Apart from the island, there are also many caravans coming and going here." Genlington said seriously.

Julian immediately understood that no matter how powerful the bloody prince is, he cannot conjure up supplies out of thin air. To develop a port, necessary commercial transactions are inevitable. They say that there is a [-]% profit, and the merchant will Daring to hang his head, the goods hoarded in the pirate port are much cheaper than normal goods, and ordinary supplies can be sold here at a high price, Julian has no doubt that there will be many caravans here.

It's even an exaggeration to say that some noble young masters will come here to see something new—for example, the cannon fodder yesterday.

"So?" Julian tapped on the table: "So what if there are caravans here? Are more people pirates? I have a question, since you don't want to be a pirate, why don't you contact a caravan to be a guard? Your strength..." Julian didn't know what Greenton's strength was, but he could feel that he was stronger than himself.

An official knight can already obtain a title, he is more powerful than himself, there is no reason why he can't get a job.

Greenton was silent for a while: "I have killed people, and now I am wanted."

Julian understood that the caravan is a legal business after all, even if everyone knows that the caravan bought goods from a pirate port, as long as you don't catch the current one, they are a legal caravan.A legal caravan obviously cannot take in a person with a wanted warrant, plus he himself does not want to become a pirate, no wonder he has stayed here.

The sailors in the tavern booed immediately, obviously thinking that Greenton was a hypocrite, a murderer who was wanted on the back of his back actually looked down on the pirates, if his fists were not strong enough, he would have died in an unknown corner long ago.

Julian knocked on the table: "What else?"

"What?" Greenton was taken aback.

Julian looked at him amusedly: "I asked you, besides not being a pirate, do you have any other requirements?"

Greenton asked in surprise, "You agree?"

"I didn't even want you to be a pirate." Julian replied with a smile.

Greenton was at a loss for words, and he glanced at Julian: "Second, if you want to hire me, you must also hire my partners."

"It's those people." Julian glanced at the people in the corner of the tavern. Compared with the surrounding crowd, their clothes were very poor, but they sat upright, their eyes were clear, and there was a sense of righteousness between their brows.

"Hahaha, come on, Greenton, your companions are a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, and a group of trash want to board the boat. Are you going to go to sea to feed the fish?"

"Hahaha……"

People laughed again, Greenton's fists were clenched tightly, and there were lines around his temples. After a long while, he slowly let go.

It was only then that Julian noticed that those people were more or less disabled. For the pirates, even if they were seriously injured in battle, it was a burden that needed to be shaken off. Necessary for boarding.

"I agree, is there any more?" Julian said cleanly.

"You agree?" Greenton was stunned again, even he himself didn't expect Julian to agree so simply.

The laughter in the tavern seemed to be paused by someone, and everyone looked at Julian with a strange look of looking at a fool.

Find so many cripples on board?I'm afraid this guy is not a fool, is he?

Some people just sneaked out of the tavern to inform their captain, so that if the stupid and rich guy didn't vote, they would think they were stupid too.

"Yes, I agree, is there any more?" Julian has a good impression of Greenton, and his request is not too much, even though those people are all disabled, but Julian can see that those people are sitting and lying The tacit understanding shown during this time will definitely allow them to exert one hundred percent or even two hundred percent of their strength in battle.

"No...no more, as long as you agree to these two points, we can go on board with you." Greenton said excitedly.

"It's a deal, then you come with me now." After Julian finished speaking, he added: "In this way, you can ask your companions to go back and pack up first, and we will meet at the pier later, and you will go to see it with me first." Look at my boat, lest you worry that I'm a liar."

"Uh..." Greenton suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He really doubted Julian's identity. If he was really a liar, and he arrested his companion and threatened him, he might really accept his hostage.

On the contrary, Julian directly clarified the words to make him completely relieved. He went over to give instructions, and when he heard the news, his companions were a little excited and made a small noise.

Julian was not in a hurry, and waited for Greenton to send those people away, and then he came back and said to him: "Captain, let's go, they will meet us at the pier in a while."

Julian got up and left the tavern. When he went out, he passed by a tall and thin middle-aged man. The two did not collide, but the tall and thin middle-aged man suddenly let out a painful cry and turned his body to the side fell to the ground.

Before Julian understood what happened, a group of people gathered outside the tavern. They kept blaming Julian for bumping into their companions and demanding compensation from him.

If Julian still doesn't understand that he has encountered Pengci, then his more than 20 years have been in vain.This kind of non-technical Pengci made him want to laugh, but the number of people on the other side made him a little bit unable to laugh.

There were at least 20 people who surrounded him. Julian couldn't deal with so many people without exposing his profession as a warlock.What's more, there must be formal knights among these people, which pose a great threat to him.

Julian lowered his voice and said to Greenton: "I will shout later, and you will leave immediately. After you get away, hide near the pier and wait for my signal."

Greenton seemed to want to say that he was stopped by Julian. The strength contrast between the two sides was too great.

"Run!" Just as the other party was still pointing at Julian, wanting him to take out the money, Julian shouted decisively, punched an ordinary pirate who was in the way, and got into a small road. alley.

The people who besieged them were stunned for a moment, and then flew into a rage. They all thought that Julian would give in, but they didn't expect this guy to seize the opportunity and run away.

"Catch him!" Someone in the crowd shouted angrily, and a group of people chased Julian like a swarm.

Instead, Greenton seized the opportunity and escaped quietly.

Owen Diary:

Yesterday's mood was very chaotic, and I was almost influenced by it when I was practicing.

The process of a great knight being promoted to a king knight needs to see clearly one's own heart and resolve obsessions. I didn't expect Julian to become my obsession...

He is dead now, how can I solve my obsession?Am I doomed to never be promoted again?

No, there must be other ways!

I will fix this!Will!I will pay any price for this!

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