Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 55: Faceless Man, Spirit Behind Him

The attacker [Gunpowder Artist], who belonged to a third party force, was still sitting far away on the beach at the end of Prostitute Street, without moving at all.

It was as if the wonderful fireworks show just now had nothing to do with her.

The expression under the mask was similar to Byron's.

“I was almost fooled by this old fox.

Those pirates I assassinated before were obviously small fry who were deliberately pushed out to fool people. This one is the real big fish.

Redbeard is stronger than I thought.

Even though he has served two terms as a congressman, he actually has a hidden card that no one knows about.

These veteran pirates are indeed old sea dogs who have experienced countless trials and tribulations. It may be even more difficult for them to target him next time."

Among the pirate community, one can roughly estimate a person's strength and dangerousness just by looking at the wanted poster.

[Low Sequence]: First-level attendant, third-level wanted criminal, 0-3000 pounds; second-level occupation, second-level wanted criminal, 3000-1 pounds;

[Middle Sequence]: Tier 1 Elite, Level 5 wanted criminal, 5 to pounds; Tier Hero, Special wanted criminal, more than pounds.

Above that, there are almost no high-sequence pirates who will be wanted.

When you reach that level, you are already qualified to sit at the table and get a piece of the pie from the rulers of various countries in a fair and open manner.

So, when the overlord wants to deal with you because you have a powerful weapon, you'd better really have it!

Iron Anchor Bay knows it best. There are no fourth-level extraordinary pirates in the North Sea anymore. All the parliamentarians are third-level pirates.

[Red Beard] It’s hard to say what Edward’s true strength is.

But the bounty amount equivalent to the fourth level, even if it is only the fourth level's floor price, is enough to indirectly illustrate how brutal this scourge is.

“The situation in Anchor Bay is not good.

It would definitely not be a blessing for the people of Taiwan if this murderer became the commander-in-chief."

The gunpowder artist turned away, ready to recheck the control authority of the hundreds of fortress guns and gunners in the harbor.

As a third-level [Craftsman], she firmly believes that in this world, range is truth and firepower is power.

If they can't solve the problem, it must be because the gunpowder equivalent is not enough!
Unfortunately, she obviously underestimated the enemy's determination and ruthlessness, and did not understand what she and Anchor Bay were about to face.

The short day passed in a flash.

In a corner of the port city, in an area where Taiwanese people live, a faint light is shining through the window of a house.

Two children, one big and one small, were lying by the window, looking outside from time to time through the glass that was obviously not well made.

"Sister, I'm hungry. Why hasn't mom come back yet?"

But the sisters' expectations time and time again were only met with disappointment time and time again.

In the night that had already become completely dark, that familiar and gentle figure still did not appear.

At this time of day, their mother, who worked in the bakery, would have returned home and would always bring them some delicious white bread.

Sometimes we also bring them sweet honey bread and delicious jam bread.
Those little surprises are their best memories of their childhood.

"Little Amy, hold on a little longer. Mommy must have been delayed by something and will be back soon.

If you are really hungry, drink some leftover mushroom soup from lunch."

The elder sister, who was no more than ten years old, suppressed her worries and did not forget to comfort her younger sister.

The two sisters waited for another half an hour, added firewood to the fireplace at home, and were about to fall asleep on the windowsill.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

"Mom is back!"

The two sisters jumped up happily and flew towards the door like two little butterflies.

But when they opened the door together and were about to throw themselves into the arms of their long-awaited mother, they stopped at the same time.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?!"

It was indeed their mother outside the door.

But it looked like she had fallen, her clothes were covered in mud, the hem of her skirt was torn, and there was a faint smell of blood on her body.

The woman, with an unusually pale face, raised the basket in her arms and explained in a somewhat awkward tone:
"I accidentally fell on the road and sprained my ankle. I didn't meet anyone I knew, and it was hard for me to walk back alone. Children, please help me in."

The two sisters' original doubts about why their mother came back so late suddenly disappeared.

He quickly stepped forward, holding the woman's hands, and carefully helped her into the house.

They were so concerned that they didn't realize that their mother's hands were as cold as two cubes of ice.

There was also a trace of footprints at the door, left by someone pacing back and forth like a headless fly.

Before they opened their mouths to invite their mother in, the other person's feet couldn't even touch the threshold!

The two little girls helped the woman sit on a chair, one of them found her some medicinal wine, and the other poured her a cup of hot water.

"Mom, I'm so hungry, what are we going to eat tonight?"

The younger sister, whose stomach had been rumbling for a long time, couldn't help but feel hungry and acted coquettishly towards her mother.

When I looked up, I saw that what my mother slowly took out from the basket was not the sweet white bread I had imagined.

Instead, it was a pile of bloodstained knives, forks, axes and saws!
Then I saw my mother, no, it was that thing I didn’t know, with a pair of eyes that looked green and a creepy smile at the corner of its lips.

"What are you still standing there for? Come here, mom is going to prepare dinner."

hiss--!
The hair suddenly exploded.

The two sisters have heard many bizarre stories about the sea in this pirate port since they were young. They are not simple girls who know nothing from remote areas.

I immediately realized that something was wrong.

Just as she was about to turn around and run out of the house, she was horrified to find that the shadow of her "mother" suddenly lengthened, connecting all their shadows together.

For a moment, he couldn't even move his fingers, and an expression of fear froze on his face.

Then, the "mother" grabbed a bloody axe on the table and moved towards them step by step.

He looked left and right, as if seriously considering which one to eat first.

The two sisters wanted to escape but couldn't, wanted to scream but couldn't, only clear tears slowly flowed from the corners of their eyes.

They are sad not only because they are about to die, but also because their real mother may never come back.

Seeing the "mother" holding the axe high in her hand, she was about to swing it down towards the younger sister.

The movement suddenly froze.

The two sisters' eyes widened as they saw a pale, faceless figure emerge from behind their "mother", with its toes resting underneath her heels.

A blood-red rune on the forehead flashed rapidly.

“It’s so noisy that even having dinner is uneasy.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, isn't it just to kill a [Wild Hunt]? How can I kill it if I can't meet it?

"It's none of my business whether the bait you sent out dies or not? Isn't there still the Ripper?"

With delicious food in front of him, he was about to continue swinging the axe.

It seemed that the person on the other side of the contract had used some kind of coercive means, and the pale figure flickered.

Suddenly, it felt like a rope was pulling at the back of my head, and I was floating in the air, then disappeared into the air in an instant.

The soul and life force in the "mother"'s body were also pulled out by the Faceless Man when he struggled, and sank into a silver coin with an octopus pattern on it embedded in his chest.

That is exactly the element of the Bay ethnic group.

Only a roar echoed in the room:

"Damn Redbeard, I'm going to eat you sooner or later!"

The "mother" also collapsed to the ground.

After a long time.

The suppressed and helpless cries of the two sisters gradually spread from the house.

A once happy family was shattered in an instant.

And this was just the beginning of the many tragedies in Anchor Bay.

(End of this chapter)