Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 48 Wild Hunt!

Time flies and it is already early November.

Although Iron Anchor Bay does not belong to the northern part of the Eternal Night Peninsula, which is in polar night for dozens of days a year.

Every November, there is still a very obvious phenomenon of shorter days and longer nights.

The sun rises at ten in the morning and it is already pitch dark at three in the afternoon. In total, the daylight hours are only five or six hours.

However, as the day for the Captains' Council to elect the North Sea Pirate Warlord draws closer, Anchor Bay becomes more and more lively.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, the number of pirate ships participating in the Captain's Council election this year is at least one-fifth more than in previous years.

It’s not just the berths in the port where numerous pirate flags are flying.

Even the anchorage with poor conditions and no pier was crowded with all kinds of pirate ships.

The huge influx of people naturally brings huge wealth.

As high-quality customers who were mostly not short of money and never saved, countless pirates made all walks of life in Anchor Bay more prosperous than ever before.

"Night Casino welcomes you!"

"Gentlemen, we at Tulip Love have the hottest girls and the most fragrant rum. We guarantee that you will be satisfied! Please come in!"

“We have brought in beauties of all races to our Pink Theatre.

Ballet dancers from the East Coast, belly dancers from the West Coast, war dances from the Bantayan Islands. You name it, we have it all.”

"I can't say anything else, but the girls in our Succubus Hut must be wearing the least!!!"

"oh--!"

It was just after noon when the sunset appeared in the sky. Groups of pirates immediately rushed into the prostitute street.

And most of them will never come out again until they have spent all their money.

However, as business was booming, the security situation in Anchor Bay inevitably plummeted.

On the streets of Prostitute Street.

A gray-haired sheriff, with a worn-out walnut pipe in his mouth, took a deep drag on the burning, low-quality tobacco.

"In the past three days, there have been 21 missing persons reported in the prostitute street that I am responsible for, including some extraordinary persons.

Pirates have countless mortal enemies because of competition for prey, shipping routes, and resources.

Mutual hatred is a common occurrence.

Moreover, with a large number of pirates gathering here, the conditions for creating [Legendary Level] are better than ever before.

Any slight noise can spread quickly throughout the North Sea.

I heard that recently more than a dozen new names have suddenly emerged, such as [Gunpowder Artist], [Ripper], [Faceless Man], [Wild Hunt], etc.

Although we have lowered the warning level continuously, we will not pursue the matter as long as the murder is not carried out openly and the body is not left on the streets.

But there are too many pirates this year, and by the time the elections begin in the middle of this month, we don’t know how bad the security situation will be.”

Even this official is worried about the public security situation which is gradually getting out of control.

Of course, what he cared about was not the pirates who were extremely vicious and lived on the edge of a knife, but the people of Beidiwan who lived here.

Unlike other ethnic groups on the mainland, they never converted to the church.

They still believe in primitive religions, consider themselves to be the people of the God of Prophecy, Kingship and Wild Hunt, and maintain the most primitive living conditions of the people of the Northland Bay.

It is said that ordinary civilians in other blocks have been affected by the fight, and it is not yet entirely certain who the perpetrator is.

The Ripper and the Faceless Man are the most likely suspects, but they are also the most elusive, so the law enforcement team is stepping up their hunt for them.

“Although the Captains’ Council, pilots, and the police had made preparations in advance, they were still unable to withstand the unexpectedly large number of pirates.

And I always feel that the wind direction within the Captains' Council is not right.

Hey, Mr. [Whale Hunter], where on earth have you been?
If you, the North Sea Pirate King, had the [Iron Law of the King] and the Guards to suppress the Iron Anchor Bay, how could such an out-of-control situation have occurred?

Although the eldest lady is a genius in the field of supernormality, she is already a mid-sequence supernormal person at a young age.

But our current warlord is ill and about to step down, and she alone can't suppress those restless pirates."

The North Sea Pirate King [Whale Hunter], the pilot who guards the port gate, and the sheriff are all from the Bay of Nations on this island.

We are deeply bound to this last pirate port in the North Sea, and we prosper and suffer together.

Before retiring, the sheriff was a member of the Pirate King's ship and an extraordinary person in the Pirate profession.

How could he not see the crisis that even the shipwright Old Hans could see?
"Uncle Weber, why are you sighing again? Where is the demeanor of the former pirate king's crew?
Come, I brought you a bottle of good wine. The weather is getting colder. Want to try it? "A plain-looking young man sat down on the bench next to the sheriff and handed him a bottle of Bacardi rum.

The latter took the wine very naturally and took a big gulp.

While exhaling a strong breath of alcohol, he did not forget to give the young man a blank look.

"For a miser like you to come and offer your courtesy, it's definitely not out of conscience.

Let me think, two days ago, you suddenly asked me to do something for you. Was it to find the information of all the privateer ships entering the port in Hattings? What is the purpose of your visit this time?"

Hearing this, Guts not only did not feel embarrassed at all, but he climbed up the pole and rubbed his hands to please:
"As expected of Uncle Weber who watched me grow up, he hit the nail on the head.

Nothing else, it's just that the [Whale Bone Amulet·Silence] you gave me last time has become ineffective, you see."

The sheriff casually threw a whale bone amulet to him and said impatiently:

"Okay, my quota is not much, so use it sparingly when you steal. Get out of here, get out of here."

Looking at Guts's disappearing figure, he was still worried and reminded him:

"If you get into trouble, run away. Don't expect me to clean up your mess! Do you hear me?"

As an elder, his advice is full of Taiwanese style.

While others would tell their juniors not to get into trouble when they go out, he, as the sheriff, was clearly instructing Gus that as long as he didn't get caught, he wouldn't be in trouble.

"Got it, uncle!"

Gus just waved his hand nonchalantly, and just after taking three steps, he suddenly disappeared.

Sheriff Weber had no idea how close he had come to forgetting about Gus completely.

But one can clearly feel that this child who he has watched grow up seems to be a little different.

After nightfall, there is a bar street in the other corner of the town.

A man with a scimitar on his waist and an eyepatch on one eye, who fits the typical image of a pirate, staggered into an alley, hiccuping.

There were two men following behind him, looking around vigilantly.

"Why did the captain order us to return to the ship to rest at night?

I was just having a good time drinking, you guys are really spoiling my mood!"

The two men tried to persuade the drunkard with bitter faces.

“Mr. First Mate, you are not unaware that the Wild Hunt has suddenly appeared and launched crazy attacks recently.

Among the victims there were both ordinary pirates and extraordinary ones.

The captains have just summarized all the information and have confirmed that the other party is targeting our privateering alliance, and all the victims are our people.

Although you are a powerful first-level [Pirate], it is always better to be careful."

[Wild Hunt] was originally a legend that had been circulating in the Evernight Peninsula for a long time.

A group of ghostly or supernatural hunters pursue their prey recklessly. No one is spared when they encounter them.

It will surely disappear without a trace from this world.

Usually the appearance of [Wild Hunt] also foreshadows some natural disasters, such as war and plague.

Identity unknown.

There are various speculations about the Wild Hunt. It may be the undead, wild beasts, or some say it is a primitive god.

The "King of the Wild Hunt" is usually regarded as another name for Woden, the "God of Prophecy, Kingship, and the Wild Hunt" worshipped by the Taiwanese.

Because in this serial murder case.

No one ever saw what the perpetrator looked like, and all the victims disappeared without a trace, and no body was ever found.

Moreover, even the extremely high-level divination technique could not find any clues about the other party, which did not seem to be human-induced.

The name "Wild Hunt" spread among the crew members of the privateer ship.

After hearing his men's advice, the pirate's first mate fell silent and focused on his journey.

Who among normal people is not afraid of death?

However, as he walked, his expression suddenly changed.

Because there was another footstep behind me!
(End of this chapter)