A seaside tavern in Port Marseille is filled with smoke. This tavern, called Topcelor, is very popular with sailors because there are two of their favorite things, rum and gambling.

Loka's face turned a little blue, and his scarlet eyes stared at a middle-aged gentleman opposite him. He had lost nearly two hundred gold francs, and with the gambling money that other gamblers lost to the middle-aged gentleman, the banknotes and gold coins on the table had piled up like mountains.

Loca is the rogue leader in the Port of Marseille and has been hiding in this tavern all year round. What he and his men like most is to look for some wealthy fat sheep at the card table. If the cards can win, it is best. If they cannot win, they will prefer the next violent game.

Loka's card skills are very good, but obviously he was not very lucky today, and he met another opponent with better card skills than him. The rogue leader now felt that the middle-aged gentleman with two beards on the opposite side was so annoying.

They played a gypsy card game. Whenever Loka got a big hand, the middle-aged gentleman would always get a slightly bigger opponent card than him and eat him tightly. Sometimes, Loka felt that his opponent was deliberately teasing him, making his good mood of finding the fat sheep disappear with the bad card game.

"No more fun!" Loka stood up with a gloomy face, glanced at the mountains of gold coins on the table, gave her a wink to her companions around her, and walked out of the bar. They could not make trouble in the Topsello Tavern, which was the rule of the local gang, otherwise there would be no sailors coming to this bar to drink and gamble.

Looking at the backs of Loka and the group of people, the middle-aged gentleman smiled disdainfully, took off the authentic Panama cigar in his mouth, and gently spit out a string of smoke rings.

"Roland, Henderson, let's go!" The middle-aged gentleman patted a charming girl sitting on his lap, picked up a few gold coins from the table and stuffed them into the girl's plump cleavage. "Beautiful baby, thank you for the luck you brought me tonight. This is your dividend!"

"This...sir, Loka won't just forget it. I think it's better for you to walk through the back door of the bar, right next to the toilet!" For the sake of the gold coins, the girl smiled and put it in the middle-aged gentleman's ear and whispered softly.

"Hehe, believe me, baby, I've seen more ferocious wild dogs in Port Royal." The middle-aged gentleman pointed the girl's nose with his finger, "But usually, they will be pulled out by me!"

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Henry Morgan squatted down, took out a white scarf and wiped the blood foam from the corner of Loka's mouth. In the hooligan's eyes, he took out a gold coin from his pocket, opened his palm, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"Seeing that you have brought me so much joy tonight, I think I should leave you some money for healing! Haha!"

"Admiral, Lord Admiral, wait for me!" Looking at Henry Morgan who was leaving, Henderson followed excitedly.

"Joseph, do you think we were looking for the wrong person?" Roland smiled bitterly and threw away the hooligan in his hand like a broken sack. "For the past two months, we have been wandering in the Mediterranean, accompanying the King of the Caribbean to drink and gamble in various taverns, and we have not yet found those two targets."

"Roland, don't you often say that God's teachings belong to God, we just need faith?" A faint word sounded in the void that only Roland could hear. "We two know nothing about naval warfare. Henry Morgan is the king of the sea. Let's leave the naval warfare to him, a professional!"

"That's right, but in the past two months, Old K has been making such a big fuss in the Mediterranean, and he hasn't seen him go to the Swedish battleship to fight to the decisive battleship?" Roland said helplessly, "not to mention finding the trace of the traitor!"

"Haha, Henry Morgan is the king of the Caribbean and half of the owner of Port Royal in Pirate City. Now he is chasing a gangster on the card table. Don't you feel that it's a bit abnormal?" Joseph said jokingly.

"You mean that Henry is trying his best to suppress his desire to fight in this way?" Roland was shocked and quickly understood.

"Yes, a tyrant at sea!" Joseph sighed, "The more brilliant the record of Lao K is, the more intense the fighting spirit of those naval admirals will be. Even I, a ghost with only consciousness, feel the heroism of those sea men. How could Henry, as the pirate king, remain indifferent!"

"His Excellency Henry, when are you going to fight against that Swedish battleship?" As the group walked to the port, the young Henderson finally couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, Henderson, your patience has improved a lot. I thought you would ask me this question a month ago!" Henry looked at Henderson with appreciation and did not do anything perfunctory. "I want to ask you a question before answering your question."

"Would you like!" Henderson nodded respectfully.

"Our English sailors are the most elite seafarers in the world. How many times do you think they can fight uninterruptedly at sea?" Henry asked with a smile as he was satisfied with Henderson's respectful attitude towards him.

"This... four, no, three times! If it is a battle with a large reduction in personnel, then after three high-intensity naval battles, the sailors' physical and mental strength will reach their limits, and they must return to the port to rest!" Henderson said with a frown. Although he was very young, he was born as a regular naval officer in England, so this problem would certainly not be difficult for him.

"You're right. I don't have much contact with the Swedish navy, but they can't be more powerful than the English sailors!" Henry touched his beard and said with a sneer. "From the battle report, the Swedish battleship has had a large-scale naval battle of no less than a dozen times in the past two months, and the Catholic countries on the north coast of the Mediterranean will never give him supplies. Then, how can that sea tyrant let his crew rest and supplies!"

"His Excellency Henry, you mean that they have been resting and replenishing at the North African port on the southern coast of the Mediterranean?" Henderson's eyes lit up and he quickly reacted.

"Well, I originally thought they had been covered by a certain European country, disguised as merchant ships and hid in a certain North African port. However, we have almost searched all the ports on the North Bank in the past two months. I would never believe that the Swedish warships could escape my eyes. In this way, there is only one possibility left. The sea tyrant was really allowed by the Ottoman Empire and hid in a certain North African port!" A trace of confidence flashed in Henry's eyes.

"But... Your Excellency, there are many ports in North Africa in the Ottoman Empire, and there is the undefeated pirate - Barbarossa Heiding!" Henderson murmured with an ugly face.

"Although North Africa has many ports, the Swedish battleship did not last more than half an hour in each naval battle. And the warships that rushed to rescue their own merchant ships could no longer find their traces. What does this mean?" A gleam flashed in Henry's eyes, "In addition, from the waters of the war report, the hunting range of Swedish warships is basically concentrated near the Ionian Sea and Sardinia!"

"Your Excellency, you mean they are in the port of Tunisia or Syria!" Henderson pondered for a moment and immediately realized.

"Well, if you want to get rid of the pursuers in such a short time, they must have a supply port with a very close range. And I guess their place must be a large port, so that the ship can be maintained at the fastest speed and allow sailors to rest well!" Henry said with a smile, "On the opposite of Italy, the only ports that meet these conditions are Tripoli, Syria, where the sea tyrants are there!"

"Tripoli is Heiding's lair!" Henderson said in frustration.

"Haha, Henderson, remember! If you want to be an English naval admiral, you cannot be afraid of any opponents on the ocean." Henry Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly, covering up his storm of fighting spirit.

"Barbarossa Heiding is old, and his era is over! I will make the Mediterranean the sea of ​​England!"
Chapter completed!