Chapter 1

This bar was dimly lit, with a rather low ceiling. The supporting pillars seemed to have been left unbarked, and ropes hung from the ceiling, suspending bizarre objects: bottles, jars, wood, unfinished sculptures, stones, and so on. These were hung up by sailors and pirates who might be going on dangerous missions, entrusting their wishes to them.

At the far end of the bar, some scattered and dilapidated oak barrels were piled up, and a few people were gathered there, chatting and laughing. The bar tables were low, sturdy, and heavy, exuding a gray-black color that had been polished by time. Brightly polished brass candlesticks and oil lamps were placed on them. The sailors or pirates sitting around were mostly dressed in faded and old dark, tattered clothes, with their hair braided into small pigtails and glass beads hanging on them, and with messy beards and hair.

Fang Senyan's entrance only attracted a few glances, probably because his betel nut-chewing appearance was also quite common here. He walked to the bar and before he could speak, the bartender slid a tin-foiled wooden glass over, the rum inside miraculously not spilling a drop:

"Happy Rum Festival, first drink is free, after that, be prepared with your shillings, young man."

Fang Senyan had traveled so far, plus he had wasted so much time talking to that cunning and snobbish boss, he was also a bit thirsty. So he picked up the glass and took a sip, and couldn't help but be stunned. Because the rum he had drunk before when he was running a ship was a veritable one of the world's six major spirits. It entered the stomach like a fiery line, and only the final taste was slightly sweet. Even with his alcohol tolerance, he only dared to order a medium cup.

But the liquid in the cup in front of him had a sugarcane sweetness, and other than that, it only had a slight alcoholic taste. It couldn't even be called beer, at most it was just an alcoholic beverage. This should be because the pressing and brewing process at this time was lacking. Besides, the bar owner probably added some water to the wine after he got it.

Since that was the case, Fang Senyan "gulped, gulped," picked up the glass and tilted his head back to drink the contents, then smacked his lips with lingering taste, and took out his money bag and said:

"Another cup, by the way."

Fang Senyan suddenly thought of something, and added very seriously:

"The kind that costs four shillings a cup, no more and no less."

At this time, Fang Senyan was short of money, so he naturally had to be careful. The bartender was also a little stunned to see Fang Senyan's previous drinking. There were not too few people who drank a big glass of rum in one breath, but it was rare to drink it down and still be fine and ask for a bigger glass. He didn't know that Fang Senyan had once run the Russian route when he was a seaman. Under the terrible cold of Siberia, high-purity vodka was a must-have for keeping out the cold. Fang Senyan had been tested in such an environment for a long time, so in the real world, he could also drink half a kilogram of baijiu, and he could "drink through" beer. He could pee out as much as he drank, so naturally he would shock them.

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. The rum that was paid for was naturally much fuller than the free one. After Fang Senyan finished the second glass of rum that the bartender sent up, he undoubtedly had very successfully obtained the amazement and attention of everyone. He nodded with satisfaction, looked at the Nightmare Imprint's prompt about reaching 1100 for the "Drunkard" milestone, and casually found a table to sit down. A tall, thin guy was sitting next to him, who obviously was a natural, raised his glass to Fang Senyan and smiled:

"Hey, buddy, you can hold your liquor."

Fang Senyan smiled, looked at the group of people gathered by the abandoned wine barrels at the far end of the bar and said:

"What are you playing that's so fun?"

The tall, thin guy shrugged his shoulders and said unhappily:

"Scarface Henry is betting arm wrestling with someone again, right? This guy whose head is only full of muscles, can't he choose some less barbaric way to have fun?"

Fang Senyan was currently very short of money, because to obtain the Drunkard milestone, it meant that he had to spend at least 4 shillings x 99 cups of money. Twenty pounds was undoubtedly a huge sum for him at the moment, so after hearing the word "bet," Fang Senyan's eyes lit up, and he stood up and walked over.

Scarface Henry was a big guy with very clear Nordic Viking features in his facial contours. There was a scar about five centimeters long on his face, knotted like a centipede. He had no hair on the top of his head, it was shiny, and the big-bearded guy's laughter was very loud, as if even the dust could be shaken down. However, it could be seen that he had a good relationship with people, even the sailors who lost money were smiling, without any unhappy meaning. After Fang Senyan walked over, his eyes flashed and he used Insight.

Scarface Henry (Elite)

First Mate of the Bell and Goblet

Height 7 feet 2 inches (2.15 meters), weight 158 kg (if students familiar with the NBA can directly substitute him into the Shaquille O'Neal template)

Strength 9 points

Agility ?? points

Stamina 30 points

Perception ?? points

Charm 14 points

Intelligence 3 points

Spirit ?? points

Basic Melee Lv3, Basic Footwork Lv2, Basic Endurance Lv3

Advanced Ability ???

Special Ability ???

Special ability: Heart of the First Mate, grants the possessor an additional 1000 hit points.

Description: Scarface Henry is just out having fun with a bunch of his men at this time. If you think this is his true strength, then the only end will be your head being twisted off and piled up with those broken coconuts.

After seeing his attributes, Fang Senyan already had a bottom line in his heart, threw the money bag out and laughed:

"Two pounds, I'll bet with you."

Scarface Henry looked at Fang Senyan and laughed:

"Yellow-skinned kid, if you think that if you can hold your liquor then you are strong, then you are destined to lose money."

Fang Senyan shrugged his shoulders and smiled:

"That's hard to say."

Scarface Henry smiled and called for a glass of tequila, slowly drinking it to recover his strength. After about five minutes, he moved his wrist and said:

"Come on."

Tequila is also a strong alcoholic beverage, and it contains substances similar to stimulants. Although Scarface Henry was big, his brain was not at all muddled. After drinking the tequila, his strength actually rose by 1 point, reaching as high as 10 points. Fang Senyan calmly sat next to him, sipping his rum, still looking like he had everything under control.

Although Fang Senyan could be considered sturdy, when he rolled up his sleeves to bare his right hand to shake Scarface Henry's giant hand, he was immediately made to look small and pitiful. You have to know that in terms of body size alone, Fang Senyan's height of 1.77 meters and weight of 75 kilograms was really like a child in front of this guy! After the two began to exert their strength, Fang Senyan immediately felt an indescribable huge force transmitted from his wrist, and suddenly pressed Fang Senyan's hand to a 45-degree angle with the table, and his entire body was tilted. His eyebrows were raised like knives, and he immediately used all his strength.

The wooden wine barrel under the two men's butts immediately made a light "crack" sound, obviously unable to withstand the huge impact force and cracks appeared. Fortunately, although the old oak round table with arms resting on it was covered with scars, it was quite strong and remained motionless.

A cry of surprise came from the side. Usually Scarface Henry was invincible in arm wrestling and was quite famous throughout Tortuga. If the people on the three legendary ships didn't take action, he would win more and lose less. It was quite common for someone like Fang Senyan to be forced into an absolute disadvantage as soon as he came up, but Fang Senyan was the first to be able to stabilize his position after being forced into this disadvantage!

The faces of the two men turned red at the same time, and the veins on their wrists bulged out one by one, and both hands were shaking slightly. However, what was shocking was that Fang Senyan's hand was slowly and firmly turning the disadvantage back little by little! And Scarface Henry's eyes widened, and his forehead was sweating slightly. It seemed that he could only watch the enemy counterattack!

At this moment, the old oak wine barrel under the two could no longer bear it, and with a "pa la" sound, it shattered and flew apart. In order to avoid the embarrassing situation of falling to the ground on his butt, Fang Senyan could only let go and jump back to stand up. This competition also ended without a result. The onlookers let out a sigh of "oh," obviously regretting that they couldn't witness a good show of a comeback.

Scarface Henry was very straightforward, and laughed loudly:

"This damn barrel, why did it come out to mess things up at a critical moment, I lost this game, mad, take forty shillings and give it to this gentleman."

Mad was a short, sturdy man in his fifties next to him, his hair was a little gray. After hearing this, he very simply threw two pounds into Fang Senyan's money bag, and then threw the money bag back. Fang Senyan didn't leave, snapped his fingers at the bartender and asked him to get everyone here a glass of rum—of course, the large 4 shilling cup. Then he loudly and indignantly said:

"I am Sailor Rock, from the eastern country of Hua, a damn shipowner hired me and promised me a 10% profit bonus. After sailing tens of thousands of nautical miles, he successfully sold the silk and porcelain he brought with a 20-fold profit, but he got me drunk and threw me in this beautiful and strange place!"

Speaking of this, Fang Senyan raised his glass high:

"May the devil curse his soul!"

The people present were either sailors or pirates, and they didn't have a good impression of the merchants. The few people who were treated to a drink by Fang Senyan also deeply sympathized and simultaneously raised their glasses and shouted:

"May the devil curse his soul!"

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