Chapter 43: Calm Scour

Chapter 43: Calm Scour

Raising his head to glance at the wall clock and seeing that it was already past eight, Alger set down the thick glass mug in his hand, squeezed through the drunkards moving back and forth, and stepped out onto the street.

Because the Rorsted Archipelago possessed abundant coal resources, Bayam, like continental cities such as Backlund and Pritz Harbor, had black gas lamp posts as tall as a person standing by the roadside. The light of burning gas shone through metal grilles, illuminating the fairly clean ground.

Alger tugged at his headscarf and leisurely turned into a small alley at the side. At the sealed-off end, he caught the smell of urine mixed with liquor.

Although the Fragrant Tree Leaf Bar had washrooms, they were clearly insufficient for the number of customers during peak hours. Certain drunkards who could not hold it in, or who could not wait, had no choice but to come out and search for quiet places to relieve themselves.

Red moonlight pierced the clouds and spilled into the alley. Just as Alger was still considering whether he should make his act a little more convincing, a strong, rich voice carrying hidden amusement sounded from behind him.

“You deliberately leaked Blazing’s information to us?”

Not stupid after all… Alger muttered inwardly. He slowly turned around, appearing to guard against a sudden attack.

Seven or eight steps away, he saw a figure leaning against the wall with terrible posture.

The figure was about 1.78 meters tall, wearing a boat-shaped hat. His face was thin, sharply contoured, and outwardly quite aggressive.

A lock of black hair hung down, half covering his dark-green left eye. This softened the cold hardness of his appearance somewhat.

Although wanted portraits often differed greatly from the real person, and many famous pirates did not even need to disguise themselves when wandering through cities, Alger, as a member of the Church, had seen many portraits almost as accurate as photographs drawn through ritual methods. He had also attended pirates’ gatherings. Thus, he smoothly connected the man before him with a certain name on the bounty list.

He did not reveal this. Instead, he deliberately hesitated and asked in return, “Calm Scour?”

This was one of Steel Maviti’s main helpers: a Beyonder skilled at controlling his emotions and thinking calmly, but utterly devoid of humanity. His bounty was 1,500 pounds.

The man pulled at his black windbreaker. Smiling without any mirth, he said, “Can I deny it?

“Mm… It seems not. Just as you cannot deny that you deliberately mentioned Blazing in front of Oruma. He is not someone who likes using his brain, while I am exactly the opposite.”

“I never intended to hide it. I simply hope to exchange the information I obtained for a reward. Between Blazing alone and Steel with many helpers, anyone with a normal brain knows which one to choose. Of course, I hope you keep it secret for me. I do not wish to be hunted by Vice Admiral Iceberg,” Alger answered calmly.

Scour nodded leisurely and slowly.

“Tell me the details.”

“As I mentioned earlier, I encountered and recognized Blazing at the Gold Coin Casino. He commissioned me to pay attention to Steel’s movements. Heh, he seems to want to strike back.” Alger laughed coldly. “We agreed on a contact point. I believe this intelligence is worth at least one thousand pounds.”

“One thousand pounds? Look up at the red moon. You are not dreaming!” Scour gave a scoff. “This may be a trap. Do you still not understand? Blazing very likely found helpers, which is why he dares to search for us in return.”

“Whether it is a trap should not be for me to judge. Five hundred pounds. Below that amount, I would rather pretend nothing happened.” Alger fought for his compensation with apparent reason.

“Three hundred pounds. You come with me to a place and stay there for a while so you do not sell this information to anyone else and disrupt our plan. Once we truly use this intelligence…