The pinnacle of the navy! It all started when Garp captured him Chapter 047

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In the early morning, a thin mist like gauze quietly covered the most chaotic trading port in the North Sea, Cremia Transit Port.

Waves are surging in the distance, and there is a noisy crowd on the dock. The sounds of cargo loading and unloading, vendors hawking, quarrels and laughter are intertwined, forming a picture of survival under the gray order.

Crimea Transit Port – one of the most famous gray areas in the North Sea, where nobles, wealthy businessmen, smugglers, bounty hunters, black market traders… all kinds of people meet, money and power flow in the dark, and the surface order is barely maintained by the “managers” of the port.

Here, everyone has only one belief: whoever has more money has the final say.

An ordinary passenger ship slowly approached the shore, and passengers got off the ship one after another and mixed into the noisy crowd.

And just at this moment——

“Swish!”

A slender figure appeared out of nowhere at the edge of the passenger ship, as if condensed from the air.

He has slightly curly black hair, a three-meter tall figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, perfect muscle lines but not exaggerated, and a finely tailored dark gray suit that outlines his tall and straight figure, making him look cool and elegant.

A pair of deep black pupils quietly swept across the pier. There was no trace of worldly air between his eyebrows, but it made people unable to look away.

It was Roy without his military uniform.

“We’re here.” He spoke in a low voice, his voice was low and gentle, with a hint of laziness.

As soon as the words fell, the originally noisy port suddenly became one-third quieter.

The vendors’ cries came to an abrupt end. The noble ladies passing by covered their mouths and screamed in surprise. Even the workers who were unloading goods stood there in a daze, not even noticing that the boxes in their hands hit their feet with a thud.

Everyone’s attention was involuntarily drawn to the man who suddenly appeared.

“Who, who is that person?!”

“So tall… and so handsome!”

“Is he a noble from some country? Or a celebrity?”

“Hush! Keep your voice down! What if it’s someone important…”

Roy ignored the commotion around him, stretched out his long legs, and walked down the gangway slowly.

The leather shoes made a steady sound as they stepped on the wooden dock.

“What a hassle…”

He didn’t want to attract too much attention, so he didn’t wear a navy uniform, but his height and appearance were too conspicuous in a place like this.

But it doesn’t matter.

Roy raised the corners of his mouth slightly and scanned the hidden corners of the port, where several greedy or vigilant eyes were already locked on him.

“That’s great… it saves me from having to look for them one by one.”

He casually walked into a pub that looked fairly clean, and the moment he pushed the door, the noise inside suddenly quieted down.

The atmosphere froze. The owner behind the bar paused, sweat on his forehead, and forced a smile as he stepped forward: “Sir…what would you like to drink?”

Roy sat down, tapping his slender fingers on the bar, and said in a calm and gentle tone: “I want information.”

The smile on the boss’s face froze instantly: “Information?”

“Gilder Tezzolo is there.”

Roy raised his eyes, his gaze was like a knife cutting through people’s hearts, his tone was still gentle, but irresistible.

The air suddenly cooled.

In the corner of the tavern, a group of burly men stood up quietly and put their hands on the weapons at their waists.

Roy didn’t even turn his head and smiled softly: “If you don’t want to die, sit down.”

The sound was not loud, but it was like ice breaking through the air, piercing into everyone’s bones.

Those people froze instinctively, alarm bells ringing in their hearts.

The beast-like instinct screamed: Danger! Extremely dangerous!

The big men who stood up sat down silently, their movements stiff and cold sweat slowly sliding down the back of their necks.

Roy looked at his trembling boss again: “So, can you answer my question?”

The boss behind the bar had pale lips and stammered, “He, he was still at the ‘Golden Sand Casino’ yesterday…but, but early this morning…he went to the abandoned mining area in the north…”

“Very good.” Roy nodded, took out a Bailey from his pocket and threw it casually, “Thank you.”

He stood up and left, and everyone in the tavern breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking out of the tavern, Roy looked toward the vague outline of the mine in the north and squinted his eyes.

“Abandoned mining area… It seems that this future “Golden Emperor” is still picking up trash now.”

The next second, his figure disappeared in the morning mist, as if he had never existed.

Only the crowd still whispering in the chaotic port and a few followers who had followed but completely lost their target were left, staring around in confusion.

Beihai Abandoned Mine Area The scorching sun scorches the abandoned mines, and the air is filled with a pungent metallic smell and the dry smell of dust.

This was originally a mine jointly mined by the royal family and the Chamber of Commerce, but it has now been abandoned by the government and has become a new base for exiles and ambitious people.

Gild Tesoro, 28 years old, was shirtless, with messy blond hair, beads of sweat on his forehead, and a circle of dark marks on his back – that was the mark of a Celestial Dragon slave, ugly and glaring.

He stood at the edge of the mine, tightly grasping a piece of ore with a golden-red luster, his knuckles turning white from the force.

It was a piece of “star iron ore”, which was extremely rare and rich in metallic spirituality. It could be used for high-end weapons and aristocratic ornaments, and was a sought-after commodity on the black market.

“Dig them carefully!”

He turned around and roared at the dozen or so laborers at the bottom of the pit.

They were ragged and skinny, but they still gritted their teeth and wielded the pickaxes. Sweat and dust mixed into mud and slid down their faces.

“This kind of ore can be sold at a sky-high price on the black market! If we can get a little more, we can buy a decent ship and leave this damn place!”

There was an almost paranoid gleam in his eyes, as if that ship was the first step for him to reach the top of the world.

With Star Iron in hand, he seemed to see another life:

On a rainy night, his girlfriend Stella was pulled away by the Celestial Dragons while crying, her skirt torn in the mud;

In anger, he lashed out at the Celestial Dragons, but was captured and taken to Marijoa to be a slave;

He knelt on the marble floor of Marijoa, his mouth full of blood from being kicked by golden boots;

He crawled in chains, a slave dog trying to please his master for a gold coin;

He whispered sharply, his voice hoarse.

“This world…without money, even breathing is a sin.”

“There is nothing that money can’t buy, and people without money can do nothing!”

“But as long as there is money…” He lowered his head, and a morbid fanaticism gradually emerged in his eyes.

Just as he was drowning in the flames of memories and desires——

“cough.”

A light cough cut through the heat like a cold wind.

Tezoro turned around suddenly and his hair stood on end. A black-haired man over three meters tall was standing less than half a meter behind him, with his hands in his pockets and a calm expression.

“when?!”

Tezoro’s pupils shrank, his whole body tensed up, and the cold sweat on his back almost instantly soaked the waistband of his pants.

He glanced around and saw his men still digging hard in the mine, but no one noticed the person coming!

“You…” He subconsciously took a half step back, his voice low and alert, “Who are you? A noble? A spy? A bounty hunter?”

Roy did not answer, but just lowered his head slightly and glanced at the star iron in Tezoro’s hand.

“Star iron ore, good vision.” He said softly, his tone calm as if he was evaluating a commodity.

Tezulo narrowed his eyes and cautiously hid the ore back in his arms.

“Who on earth are you…”

Before he could finish, Roy took a step forward and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Wait, what are you doing—”

“Swish!”

The two figures disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving behind only the stunned laborers and the abandoned pickaxe reflecting a dazzling light in the sun.