Reckless Through The New World

Panda walked into the tavern and saw two sturdy sailors wrestling their wrists. A dozen sailors watched and kept cheering for them.

Both of them are bearded, bearded, and their arms are thicker than the thighs of an ordinary young man. At first glance, they can tell that they are very strong. They held the corners of the table with their left hands and each other with their right hands, doing their best to overwhelm their opponents. However, their strengths were about the same. Even though the veins on their foreheads were bulging and their hands became red, they still couldn't overwhelm the opponent. The two big stout hands were almost motionless in the air, and there was no sign of victory or defeat.

Panda frowned, and he could see at a glance that the two of them had done their best, and even exerted more force than their bodies could bear. It's fine for a short time, but if it's a long time, it will definitely hurt the body.

He didn't want to see these two strong men injured in vain, so he stretched out his hand and held the two right hands they were wrestling with.

"If you continue like this, your wrists will be injured," he said. "Even if the draw is good, the game will be won or lost, and the wrist will not matter."

The two burly sailors are actually a bit difficult to ride a tiger. Of course, they know that they have exerted too much force, and they are afraid of being injured next. But the most important thing in the world is face. They have always called themselves strong men. They rarely encounter opponents, and they would rather be injured to win this game.

But at this moment, when the panda reached out to hold their hands, they only felt that a force took over each other's strength, and then slowly weakened, and involuntarily followed.

These two people looked rough, but they were not stupid in their hearts. They naturally understood that the tall orc was so powerful that they could not match them. They immediately closed their hands and looked at the panda cautiously.

Panda nodded, smiled, and walked towards the bar.

Before he reached the bar, he heard someone shouting from behind: "If there is a tie, how will the bet be calculated?"

"Yeah! What's the origin of this person? What a mess!"

But after all, no one came to trouble him.

The panda was wearing the armor of a paladin at the moment, and it would be worth at least two or three thousand gold coins if it was put at the auction. Those sailors may not be able to determine the actual value of this armor, but just by looking at its complete structure and smooth lines, they know that it is not ordinary. People who can wear such armor, how dare they provoke this group of hard-working people?

But there are always things in the world that can make exceptions, say, getting drunk.

A sailor who had apparently drank too much shouted: "The paladin of XX, it's just not letting Lao Tzu get rich, even Lao Tzu's gambling money will make trouble! Show you how good Lao Tzu is!" He waved his wine bottle and rushed up.

Before he could reach the panda, one of the two big men in the competition jumped up, hugged him, and dragged him away.

"you're drunk!"

"I'm not drunk!"

"You've already fought with a paladin, and you're still not drunk? You can kill them with one punch, okay?"

The drunkard was still struggling, cursing, and the sailor beside him had no choice but to smash the bottle on his head, knocking him unconscious.

In any case, they wouldn't let this drunk to provoke this paladin who looked very powerful.

Although it is said that most paladins are more disciplined and law-abiding, and will not kill people indiscriminately, but if they are provoked, even if they don't kill people, break an arm or something, there is no problem, right?

What's more, they traveled south and north, and they had actually seen a ruthless paladin. What if this paladin was also of that kind?

Seeing the little disturbance subsided, Panda smiled, walked to the bar, and said to the bartender who was looking at him, "Give each sailor friend a bottle of wine."

"What wine?" the bartender asked.

"They give whatever wine they usually drink."

The bartender nodded and asked a strong man who was obviously a part-time thug sitting behind the bar to take a box of sweet wine and send them one by one.

Sailors knew, of course, that the wine was better than what they usually drink—they only came to drink this bottled sweet wine when they made money, and usually they had enough of the cask ale.

But they won't fight against the bartender, thank them one after another, and enjoy each other.

Panda took out a handful of gold coins and placed it on the bar. The bartender glanced at it and shook his head: "It's too many, I can't use that much."

"For the rest, I want to buy an agency." Panda said, "I want to go to the Southern Islands, I want to find a more reliable ship, and I'd better leave as soon as possible. If you can act as an agency for me, The rest of the money is yours."

The bartender's eyes suddenly lit up, this amount of money is quite large, and if you can earn it as an intermediary once, I am really overjoyed!

He thought for a moment, then said: "The Harp Mermaid is scheduled to sail in two days. Captain Jack and I are also acquainted. If nothing else, he will come to the bar tonight to recruit some skilled sailors. As you If you want to get on his boat, he will definitely welcome it."

"Jack?" Panda froze for a moment and asked, "His name is Jack too?"

"There are so many people named Jack, I can name at least twenty."

Panda smiled: "Okay, then I want to ask, what business does this ship usually do?"

"It was a fast boat, buying some mermaid products from the archipelago, and then buying candy from us... Jack has been in this business for almost ten years, and there has never been a problem."

"Clippers?" Panda's eyes narrowed slightly, "So... does he do some special 'part-time jobs'?"

The bartender shook his head: "I haven't heard of it anyway, and his path doesn't seem to be in that line of business - if nothing else, his sailors have very few losses. In that line of work, it is said that sailors should die a lot. "

Panda nodded, agreeing with this explanation, so he bought some wine and food, sat in the corner of the tavern, and waited patiently.

Time passed and the sky darkened. Many sailors and captains came to the tavern one after another, making the tavern lively.

Almost as the sun was setting, the bartender suddenly came to Panda's place with a middle-aged man with a scar on his face.

"That's Captain Jack," he said. "The rest, talk to yourselves. I don't like asking things I shouldn't know."

After speaking, he turned around immediately, and soon walked away. The middle-aged man sat opposite the panda and looked at the panda with vicissitudes of life and sophisticated eyes. His eyes had a sly and relaxed brilliance. figure.

Panda smiled and said, "My name is Bell Pan, I'm a paladin, and I'm going to the Southern Islands."

"My name is Jack, Clipper Jack. I usually do business between Port Molai and the Southern Islands."

As he introduced himself, Panda saw his character template.

Also blue.

He couldn't help muttering in the chat channel: "I met another Jack, a captain, or a fast boat, blue template... Could this guy be the future pirate king Jack?"