Pirate Codex

After describing Bowen Allen's appearance to the tavern owner in detail, the two of them finished their drinks, settled the bill, left the tavern, and returned to the street.

"Bawn Allen, he will be fine, right?"

Edward turned his head and looked at the Brave Man Tavern behind him, and then asked Arthur with some worry.

"I hope he is safe."

Arthur put his right hand in his pocket, his left hand holding the long sword dangling from his waist, lowered his eyes, and said with a sigh.

Having not returned to the village for nearly half a month, Allen was afraid that something was in danger.

I hope my guess is wrong

"Ugh."

Listening to the uncertainty in Arthur's tone, Edward also sighed and was silent for a while before continuing to ask:

"Should we join the Justice Gang or which kendo gym should we join?"

Arthur shook his head and continued:

"We can't become a gang. If it's a kendo gym, we'd better understand it first before making a decision."

"Next, let's go to the North District to learn about the kendo gym there."

"Well, let's go."

Edward nodded and led Arthur towards the North District.

Arthur is not prepared to become a gangster, even a strange gang like the Justice Gang that does not meet the standards of a gangster. Arthur is not prepared to join.

Of course, it does not mean that gangsters cannot achieve success. In the previous life, Sun Yat-sen, the founding father of the country, was once a gangster figure. It is said that he was originally a red stick in the Honolulu Zhigongtang, that is, a high-level thug. In the later revolutionary cause, he was a member of the Zhigongtang. The output is also extremely powerful.

It's just that for people with heroic ambitions, gangsters are not a good choice. Once they get involved, it will be difficult to break away from them in the future.

The same is true for Arthur personally. How can you, a gangster, be worthy of others' faith? The label of gangster will seriously affect Arthur's pursuit of faith.

Although this world currently appears to be technologically underdeveloped, there is no network like in previous lives, and the exchange of information is not fast and convenient, it is a fantasy world after all, and it is inevitable that there will be some weird things or abilities that can expose the past.

So after thinking about it, in this world where force is paramount, the best choice is to establish a kendo gym.

After all, Arthur himself has the inheritance of Judgment Swordsmanship, and the people he taught have also confirmed their strength through life-and-death battles with pirates.

But before setting up a kendo gym, there is one more thing that is crucial.

Determine what level of swordsmanship your own judgment swordsmanship is here.

Arthur moved his thumb up and gently rubbed the sword jaw with his fingertips, secretly looking forward to it.

The street environment in the East District is very poor. Although it is not full of strange smells like Red Rose Street, there is still a faint stench that cannot be dissipated.

As far as Arthur could see, under the corner wall, there were all kinds of rotten garbage and indescribable filth. These were the source of the smell on the street.

Most of the houses here are old three-story terraced buildings with peeling and moldy walls, and some have even collapsed into a pile of ruins. But whether they are old buildings or ruins, the habitable places are full of people.

Through the broken windows, which are patched here and there and missing in the west, you can see a pair of dull eyes covered with age spots, or clear eyes full of timidity and vigilance.

It was not too early, and there were more and more people on the street. There were some people standing or sitting idle at the door of the house. Most of them had rough and swollen faces. They looked at the passers-by on the street with rude eyes and called out. Human hair.

Edward, who had been a beggar and lived in the shadows, knew this look. They were waiting for both of them to show fear, so that they would think you were weak.

As long as you show cowardice, someone will surely come to take advantage of you at the next intersection, steal your money, and strip you of your clothes.

Thinking of this, Edward placed his left hand on the long sword at his waist, his eyes widened, showing a trace of ferocity, and he glared at these people one by one.

Arthur turned his head and saw Edward's eyes widening, like a toothy puppy, and he felt slightly happy.

After following Edward's line of sight and looking around with cold eyes, he reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, comforting:

"Don't worry, if they dare to take advantage of us, there will be no coming back."

Edward turned his head, looked at Arthur, smiled softly, calmed down, and his body was no longer tense.

It can be said that the East District is indeed the most chaotic and dangerous urban area. After just walking for a short time, something has already happened.

Arthur and Edward stopped, stood still with their swords in hand, and looked at the people blocking the road in front of them, forming a circle.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom"

A familiar and harsh voice stood out among the vague and chaotic discussions.

The two knew that it was the sound of iron rods hitting the human body and the ground.

Arthur and Edward looked at each other, then stepped forward with swords on their faces solemnly to understand the situation. Edward was a little dazed, but he immediately came to his senses and followed Arthur.

There were neither too many nor too few people around. As soon as Arthur approached, the sound of discussion could clearly be heard.

"Isn't this Eastman from the Villain Gang? Who has provoked him again?" This was an onlooker who had also just arrived.

"Hey, there's an old man on the ground."

The villain helps the old man

Arthur frowned, stood on tiptoes, and looked in through the heads with various hair colors.

In an open space in the center of the crowd, a burly man wearing a tall top hat was holding an iron bar high with both hands, like an old man who was smashing it crazily and fell to the ground, motionless, and his eyes had lost focus.

The big man's face is covered with scars, and the bridge of his nose seems to have been broken, with some twists and bends. His neck is as short as a bull's, his two long arms are very strong, his chest and back are very broad and strong, and his hair is wide. The pants can't cover his big bow legs.

Because he kept hitting the iron rod hard, sweat also fell with his movements. His face was full of twisted excitement and sadistic laughter, his eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were grinned, revealing a mouth full of black and yellow caries.

"No one messed with him. I just saw the old man walking along the road, and Eastman came up to mess with him out of nowhere."

Someone on the side explained the whole story, and his words were full of resentment: "I think Eastman is crazy."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear"

Arthur turned his head and looked at the passers-by who were being pulled by his companions and kept silent in fear, then turned back to look at the innocent old man lying on the ground.

The old man fell to the ground. There was an obvious depression on his gray head, and his body was also pitted and unbearable to look at. A large amount of blood seeped out, dyeing the old man's thin linen clothes red, and his hands and feet were twisted weirdly.

The hollow look in his cloudy eyes told Arthur that the old man was dead.

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