Chapter 319 Hastur: Mr. Klein likes the bathroom very much?

Chapter 319 Hastur: Mr. Klein likes the bathroom very much?

The corpses of pirates were hung at different heights by ropes, with eyes as wide as fish eyes.

No one cares about why the pirates die with their eyes open, what they care about is the victory of this war.

Puning Port has been plagued by pirates for so many years, especially the merchants who are gnashing their teeth in hatred of these pirates who are wreaking havoc.

In the past few years, due to the rampant pirates who robbed merchant ships many times, several big businessmen stepped forward and donated a large amount of money to eliminate pirates.

But the Governor who received the money never implemented the matter and kept making excuses to delay it.

Over time, they no longer trusted South Wales' navy.

Today, the returning warships greatly inspired the local residents. After a brief silence, there was thunderous applause and shouts.

“The greatest kindness you can do to pirates is to hang them on the gallows.”

This was the sentence that Hastur left the deepest impression on them.

At night, the entire Puning Port is brightly lit, and all the pubs are offering discounts and carnivals. If you are a naval soldier participating in the war, you can even drink for free.

Every pub was full, and many people brought chairs and stools from home and placed them at the door of the pub, drinking and laughing.

"It's hard to imagine what the residents here have suffered in the past years."

Greste and Klein also suspended their investigation tonight and went out to find a less popular tavern to have a few drinks.

Klein ate half of a dry fried fish, drank another glass of beer, burped slightly and said, "The greater the joy today, the greater the suffering in the past."

Pirates are rampant, and the residents here have suffered from bullying for generations, and more or less they all have blood feuds with the pirates.

Greste raised his wine glass, clinked it with the wine glass in Klein's hand, and took a big sip. "When I lived in Backlund, I always thought that the seaside was suitable for business, and there should be places more prosperous than Backlund." Economy, but when I really walked out of Backlund, I realized that the seaside is hard, and the fishermen who go fishing for a living are even harder.”

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, tsk, especially when there is an incompetent person... Let's not talk about it, just drink."

Greste was obviously a little drunk and was much more sentimental than usual.

Klein shook his head and sighed, then turned to look at the lively scene in the tavern where people were singing passionately and laughing happily.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the tavern was still bustling with people, and Klein had no intention of staying up all night with them.

His wallet didn't allow it. Even if he split it evenly with Greste, he spent 1 pound and 9 soli in this tavern in a few hours.

This is a 50% discount at the pub tonight.

Klein stood up and put on the black coat he had just taken off, and half-supported Greste back to his residence.

While walking on the street, I heard a voice coming from behind me.

"Mr. Klein, I didn't expect to meet here."

Klein subconsciously glanced back and saw that the person greeting him was Hasta.

Greste, who was already a little drunk, was completely awake at this moment. He raised his head with a stern look, a bit wary.

"Earl Campbell, why are you here?"

"I just finished drinking from the military camp and was thinking of taking a walk on the street, and I happened to meet you." Hasta explained, then smiled: "This is not a formal occasion, so there is no need to be so respectful."

"Mr. Hastur, he has only been in South Wales for three months, and he is able to train a navy capable of fighting pirates. It is really not easy."

The person who spoke was Greste. At this moment, he was no longer supported by Klein. His figure was stable, tall and unyielding.

Hastur said calmly: "The king has high hopes for me and asked me to come here just to solve the coastal defense problem in South Wales."

He glanced at Klein and Greste who were in high spirits again, smiled and pointed to a pub that was still open on the side of the street, and invited them to have a drink together.

Klein, who had already drank a lot, originally wanted to refuse, but Greste agreed before him, so he could only follow him to the tavern.

There was a square wine table with several side dishes to go with the wine. The other empty seats were filled with wine, half of which was taken by Greste and the other half by Hastur, who asked the tavern owner to take it.

Klein sat between Hastur and Greste. He always felt that tonight's drinking party was a bit unusual.

Sure enough, before he had even taken a few bites of the wine and appetizers, Greste invited Hastur to drink several glasses of wine in succession, saying that Hastur was young and promising, was well-organized in the navy, and had done great work in pacifying the pirates.

This posture made Klein silently move his position back a little to avoid being involved.

He is an average drinker and will occasionally drink with Benson at home, usually just one or two drinks.

He has participated in several drinking parties at work, but he never drinks too much, let alone heavy drinking.

If he drinks like Greste, he will definitely have a headache tomorrow. Extraordinary people are stronger than ordinary people, but that doesn't mean they are better at drinking.

Originally, Klein thought he could avoid it, but after Greste and Hastur drank to a certain level, they teamed up to drag him into the drinking room. In the end, he was dizzy and didn't know how much he drank.

In order not to get drunk, Klein repeatedly went to the bathroom to wash his face to sober up his stomach, and only walked out of the bathroom after the alcohol had subsided a little.

In response, Hastur said with a smile: "Mr. Klein seems to be very fond of bathrooms."

Such words made Klein's heart beat slightly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Hastur was teasing or seeing something.

Greste also smiled and said: "The bathroom is a good place. When middle-aged men are upset, they like to hide in there to be clean."

Having said this, he looked at Klein up and down and said, "I believe that Klein definitely did not secretly induce vomiting in the bathroom."

Hastur also looked at Klein and said with a smile: "The bathroom is indeed very quiet. One can hide in it and do a lot of things secretly."

In order not to make Klein suspicious, Hastur deliberately made these words ambiguous.

Greste burst out laughing and winked at Klein, his eyes full of teasing.

Klein smiled and said nothing. He really didn't want to talk about this topic, even though he liked the bathroom very much.

After all, the bathroom is equivalent to Mr. Fool’s kingdom of God on earth.

…

When Klein woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

He first rubbed his aching head a few times, and then took stock of his surroundings.

Fortunately, this is my room.

My clothes were intact and I felt no pain anywhere else on my body.

When his thoughts came here, Klein was stunned for a while, and in the end he could only blame Russell for such thoughts.

If he hadn't read too many Russell's diaries, he wouldn't be so knowledgeable about the special hobbies of the nobles.

"It seemed like we were talking about the bathroom last night?"

Klein shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, and carefully thought about what happened last night.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything he shouldn't have said.

Last night, he also half-supported Greste back. When he came back, he went to the bathroom to take a bath, then smiled silly in the mirror for a long time, and finally lay down on the bed to sleep.

It’s better to drink less alcohol!

Klein sighed and rested for a while before getting up and washing up.

What he didn't expect was that Greste had woken up early and was sitting on the sofa in the living room, drinking coffee, reading the newspaper with his legs crossed, and thoughtfully preparing a fish soup for him.

"..."

When Klein came back after washing up, he finally couldn't help but ask him if he was so drunk last night that he could hardly walk. Why was he so energetic today?

"Drinking can ruin things, so I never let myself get drunk. The same goes for Earl Campbell. He was still very energetic last night."

So I'm the only one who's drunk?

Klein didn't want to speak and sat silently drinking the still warm milky white fish soup.

After Klein finished drinking the fish soup and became completely awake, Greste closed the newspaper in his hand and said solemnly: "We will return to Backlund tomorrow."

Klein was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you going to continue the investigation?"

"The church asked us to abandon the mission and return to Backlund."

"Is it because of the annihilation of the pirate group?"

"There are other reasons as well. Backlund has been unsettled recently and needs manpower."

Klein didn't say anything else. Greste stood up and said as if joking: "Relax, at least we are still alive. Nothing is luckier than being alive."

"What exactly happened over at Backlund?" Klein was a little worried about Benson and Melissa.

"It said a powerful evil spirit appeared."

"Evil spirit?"

"The news that came was not too detailed, but for the church to pay so much attention to it proves that the evil spirit is not simple."

Klein nodded, "Let's buy a boat ticket later."

In the evening, after Klein and Greste went to the port to buy tickets, Greste received another message from the church.

Let them go to Bansi Port to investigate first, saying that something major and extraordinary happened there, and let them join forces with the people from the Church of Storms to investigate.

Klein looked at the two boat tickets he bought for 10 gold pounds and sighed, "Can I still refund the tickets now?"

"Don't worry, the church will reimburse all our daily expenses outside the home."

After Greste finished speaking, he turned around and bought two ferry tickets to Bansi Port.