Perhaps it was the sense of oppression brought by Chen Mo that made Norrington, who was drunk, sober up a little. He looked at Chen Mo and asked, "Who are you? Are you the owner of the legendary blood sail?"
"James Norrington, former Commodore of the Royal Navy, is able to climb to this position at your age, which is enough to be called a young and promising Commodore. It is not uncommon for a thirty-year-old Commodore to become a noble in the future. How did you make yourself
How did you end up in this situation?" Looking at the former commodore who was in a very bad state in front of him, although Chen Mo knew how he became like this, he still showed curiosity.
After all, Chen Mo had watched the movie Pirates of the Caribbean many years ago, and he could not remember many details of the plot clearly.
Even if you use necromancy to dig out those past memories from the depths of your mind, it will take a lot of time, and there are still many vague places.
After all, he didn't pay much attention to the details of the movie at the beginning, so it's naturally impossible to think about it now.
"It's not because of you damn pirates!" Norrington took the wine bottle on the table and drank heavily, with a very angry expression on his face: "I just missed catching Jack Sparrow.
Lo, that damn pirate! But a hurricane destroyed everything, my ship, crew, and my position, everything was destroyed in that storm."
As he spoke, he slammed the bottle on the table, with an expression on his face full of anger: "It's all because of you damn pirates! None of this would have happened without you! All pirates deserve to die!"
Seeing Norrington's appearance, Chen Mo was not disappointed, but became even more interested in Norrington.
He shook his finger, took out the privateering license from his pocket, and threw it on the table: "I'm not a pirate. If you're not drunk enough to recognize the letters, just read it."
Hearing what Chen Mo said, Norrington looked puzzled for a moment, then picked up the privateering license that Chen Mo had thrown on the table, unfolded it and read it.
Looking at the signature of the king he swore allegiance to and the badge of the East India Company on the privateering permit, he couldn't help but look at Chen Mo: "Are you from the East India Company? I didn't expect that the legendary blood sail would be the East India Company."
People from India Inc.”
"In a sense, I am indeed a member of the East India Company, even though it is actually the East India Company that works for me." Chen Mo spread his hands and made a helpless gesture.
Norrington's eyes suddenly narrowed. Although he was drunk, his mind was not broken. The meaning revealed in Chen Mo's words was much more shocking than the fact that the blood sail belonged to the East India Company, and this also meant that
The legendary blood sail was far more terrifying than he imagined.
A ship that spreads terror on the sea brings nothing more than terror and adds to the conversation in the tavern.
But the East India Company is different. As an entity that helped Britain plunder the colony of India, the East India Company's power is not even weaker than that of some European powers. It is a quite huge force, if it is used for certain things.
, will cause unimaginable terrible consequences.
"Then why did you come to see me? I don't believe that a mere former commodore of the Royal Navy is worth a trip in person." At this moment, Norrington put down the bottle of wine and looked at Chen Mo with sharp eyes.
Chen Mo didn't care about Norrington's look. He just took the privateering license on the table back into his hand. He didn't answer his question, but waved the privateering license at Norrington:
"Want to put your name on this?"
"What do you want me to do?" After hearing Chen Mo's words, the expression on Norrington's face became more nervous and serious. He knew that the moment to decide his fate was now.
If he could get the privateering license, write his name on it, and get the support of the East India Company, he could get back everything he lost.
The prerequisite for writing one's name on that privateering license was obviously to win the favor of the Lord of the Blood Sails in front of him.
"The Blood Sail is still short of a first mate." Chen Mo looked at Norrington with approval in his eyes. He tapped the table twice with his fingers: "But although I admire you, you are not a good person."
Everyone can board the Blood Sail, and besides you, I also want to recruit some other people."
Having said this, Chen Mo looked up at the other people in the tavern and noticed that many people looked at Norrington with envy in their eyes, so he smiled before saying: "I think you all heard it, now
There is an opportunity before you. I only want ten people, the ten strongest.
I don’t care what method you use, even if you just hide and wait until everyone falls, as long as you are one of the last ten people standing, you can board the Blood Sail and become a member of the Blood Sail."
After hearing Chen Mo's words, everyone showed expressions of disbelief, but almost instantly they moved and smashed the things in their hands at the people around them.
And this seemed to be a signal, causing everyone in the tavern to start fighting.
But compared to the usual fights, which were just brawls, in the face of the temptation of being able to become a crew member of the Blood Sail, everyone this time made a fatal move.
Seeing these pirates starting to fight, the smile on Chen Mo's face became even bigger. He turned to look at Norrington and said to him: "If you want to be the first mate of the Blood Sail, you have to be able to convince the crowd, so go get it."
The blood of ten people, prove to me your ability."
After saying that, Chen Mo snapped his fingers.
Norinton felt a power emerging from his body, which also gave him boundless anger, as if Jack Sparrow, who had caused him to lose everything, was standing in front of him.
Dun wished he could tear him in half with his own hands.
So the former brigadier general drew his sword and killed a pirate.
Apparently more than one Norrington was affected by the bloodthirsty spell performed by Chen Mo, and everyone in the tavern was furious at this moment.
Blood splattered, screams and roars occurred one after another, but Chen Mo still sat in the chair and even poured himself another glass of wine leisurely.
This time he felt the wine tasted much more delicious.
