Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 477 - 75: The King’s Arrival!
Tutu Port.
A seductive figure with fiery red hair stood on the tower. Due to long years at sea, her skin had a bronze tint, exuding an oddly vibrant vitality and sensuality that attracted the gaze of many pirate drunkards, yet none dared to approach.
Many men of this era preferred healthy and wild beautiful women. Those frail and weak women who would topple with a gust of wind were probably only liked by nobles with some particular fetishes.
The era’s influence on aesthetics is indeed significant.
"Leader."
A fierce-looking, scar-faced pirate emerged from the shadows and bowed respectfully, saying, "The information has been gathered."
"Those barbarians can really drink."
"They actually knocked out more than a dozen of our brothers."
The tall beauty standing on the tower slightly turned her head, as if pondering something, and said slowly, "Where did they come from?"
The scar-faced pirate whispered, "Pretty much as you predicted."
"Turns out they came from the Golden Coast."
"These barbarians somehow collided with Prometheus’ carriage, and then were chased by the narrow-minded son of the Golden King. With nowhere left to run, they jumped into the sea."
Upon hearing this, the tall beauty nodded slightly, saying, "Prometheus is extremely arrogant."
"With those barbarians’ character, it’s normal to offend him."
The scar-faced pirate quickly agreed, "Of course. Not everyone has a leader with such vast tolerance."
Though it was flattery, the tall beauty squinted slightly, glanced down at her own curves, causing the pirate to slap himself in embarrassment.
To command this unruly group of pirates, the leader had always deliberately downplayed her feminine identity.
Only power could intimidate these bastards.
The tall beauty’s eyes turned slightly cold as she asked slowly, "What else did they say?"
The scar-faced pirate hesitated, unsure whether to speak or not.
"Speak."
The tall beauty said indifferently, "I won’t be angry with a group of barbarians."
Everyone knows that barbarians are brainless.
The scar-faced pirate cautiously said, "Crete got drunk and blurted out..."
He hesitated and stammered.
The tall beauty snapped coldly, "Speak!"
The scar-faced pirate lowered his head, cautiously saying, "Said that one day they’ll knock you out and carry you back, as a gift to one of their leaders, Quinn."
What nonsense from a dog’s mouth.
That tall beauty, enraged, laughed, unable to resist saying, "Knock me out? With what? Just a fool with brute strength!"
She was, after all, one of the Pirate Leaders respected across the South Sea.
To put it bluntly, she didn’t even regard weaker Legendaries in her eyes. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Taking a deep breath, the tall beauty regained her composure and asked indifferently, "Do you think we can recruit these barbarians?"
"They are quite formidable fighters."
Capable fighters are in demand anywhere.
The scar-faced pirate whispered, "Probably difficult. But temporarily using them won’t be hard."
"Barbarians only follow heroes."
Heroes?
Am I not a hero?
The tall beauty’s eyes narrowed slightly. She did have a great reputation in the South Sea and was known by the name ’Queen Annie,’ but in the eyes of the barbarians, she was not considered a hero, nor did she possess honor.
Honor is my life.
Barbarians can die for honor, but gold and treasures are hard to buy them with.
"Keep them here for now."
The tall beauty said in a deep voice, "Tambourine’s injury won’t heal easily. Since we’ve picked up these barbarians, we should find a way to use them well."
The scar-faced pirate whispered, "I’m afraid it won’t be easy."
"That Ugar seems smarter than the other barbarians."
The tall beauty’s fiery red hair was swept up by the sea breeze. A hint of a smile formed on her beautiful profile as she said indifferently, "Don’t worry. I have my ways."
"Treat them with good wine and meat."
"Don’t be stingy with money, arrange the prettiest women for them. They’ve helped us chop down quite a few people along the way."
The scar-faced pirate nodded, "I know."
"Barbarians are lustful."
Barbarians’ strengths and weaknesses are equally apparent. As long as you don’t anger them or touch their bottom line, they are quite manageable.
Of course, huge malice cannot be shown because barbarians have a keen sense for danger.
They can even sense killing intent.
After the scar-faced pirate left, the tall beauty gazed at the distant sea, contemplating something unknown, her gaze icy as she murmured, "Prometheus, is it?"
"Looks like you’ve provoked someone you shouldn’t have."
Although some information hasn’t been gathered back yet, it is rumored that these barbarians killed many. With fewer than ten, they slaughtered over a thousand troops from the Golden City, with no casualties among themselves, making it one of the most outrageous tales across the South Sea.
As the morning light spilled over,
Tutu Port was very quiet in the early morning, with only a few drunkards crawling out from alleyways, shivering and searching for a place to sleep again.
The sound of snoring rose and fell from the pigsty, populated with fools who caused trouble after getting drunk, covered in pig filth. Whenever pirates returned from raiding, there was always a wild celebration overnight, and some would end up fighting due to drinking, gambling, or women.
Before long, Tutu Port started bustling with activity.
There are roughly over ten thousand people here, many are criminals and vagrants. Sometimes you could even see the native islanders, who liked sticking feathers in their hair and had tattoos all over, making them easy to recognize.
The tall beauty rose early, standing on the third floor of a villa, gazing into the distance.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
A heavy breathing sound was heard. When she looked down, she saw Crete and the other barbarians already starting their daily training in the yard. They lifted heavy stone locks as if they weighed nothing. The drunkenness from the previous night hadn’t affected them; they were full of life the next morning.
