Chapter 12

With a familiar local helper, Lorraine could no longer resist the idea of saving people.

Even if Lake's stupid knife made it difficult for him to walk, even if he was unarmed and didn't even have clothes.

Saving people is like fighting a fire. He has been in a coma for two days. If he drags on, lake will really be dead.

The noon sun.

Lorraine shuffled down the hill, supported by Haina, into the port area and into a dirty tail lane.

He waited against the wall. On the count of forty-seven, Hannah in a dirty smock threw a dead drunk sailor in.

He was wearing a dirty T-shirt with blue and white stripes, loose blue bandage pants on his lower body and a blue headscarf on his head.

Lorraine shriveled his mouth: "I don't like blue."

"This is land. You won't mix with the sea."

"It seems that... There is some truth."

The two men took off the sailor cleanly. Soon, Lorraine became a standard forced sailor. He staggered on the road and looked like a hangover.

The two parted ways.

Lorraine walked along the long street and found the sign of "grass flavored goose liver" beside the ruins of an oak tree lying obliquely.

The business of the shop was very bad. Although it was lunch time, we couldn't find a guest.

He gently opened the door, chose the first position on his left, and rang the waiter's bell on the table.

Ding Ling! Ding Ling!

Mr. Peter, who was in a daze behind the counter, was pleasantly surprised. He strode to the back kitchen and soon drove out a blonde woman in her thirties.

Women dressed in maid clothes cut to cover only key parts walked reluctantly.

"Sir, our specialty today is fried goose liver in butter and lettuce salad. Goose liver is fresh, fat and juicy..." speaking of this, she paused for a moment and struggled to squeeze out a smile, "just like me..."

"I don't like too old foie gras."

The woman's face changed: "Sir, please pay attention..."

"In terms of your dress, I don't think I need to pay attention to my words." Lorraine flipped the menu without lifting her eyelids. "A salad and a glass of Bordeaux. Please wear more when serving. Thank you."

With the kitchen chattering and complaining, salad and red wine were soon brought to Lorraine by the newly dressed waitress.

Lorraine picked up the fork, took a sip, smiled and said, "as my friend told me, you have the freshest lettuce in black harbor."

"Yes, sir!" the waitress cheered up. "Our lettuce is picked from Plymouth. There is a special shipping channel. It is fresh the next day!"

"Really?" Lorraine took another sip and sipped his mouth to show his enjoyment. "Fresh vegetables are always a good companion for sailors. Madam, can I thank the chef in person?"

For a restaurant that is going bankrupt, thanking the chef in person will make them famous and have a good reputation. This is an invitation that Mr. Pitt can't refuse.

Mr. Peter, wearing a cook's hat, soon stood at Lorraine's table, smiling and serious.

"Sir, I heard from Caroline that you are willing to put forward valuable suggestions for our salad."

"Almost..." Lorraine ate the salad himself. "Ms. Caroline... It's better to call Mrs. Peter. It's more polite."

Mr. Peter's face showed a trace of surprise: "how do you..."

"It doesn't matter." Lorraine sipped the red wine, pushed open the plate and crossed his fingers. "Mrs. Pitt just said that your lettuce was fresh the next day, but as far as I know, it took four days to transport them to blackport because of the wind. Up to now, it should be six days."

He raised his head and grinned at Mr. Peter. "My captain told me that credibility is the foundation of a businessman, and fraud... Will bankrupt you."

Peter finally recognized Lorraine.

His pupils shrunk into the tip of a needle and asked with a trembling voice, "you... Are you that..."

"Hello, Lorraine Drake, chamber of Commerce of Attis."

"Aren't you dead? I heard rumors that..."

"Seeing is believing." Lorraine pointed to Pete's eyes and slowly made a dig.

Peter was frightened.

He retreated in horror and dragged Caroline, just trying to grab the door and run away.

But Lorraine said, "if I were you, I would not dare to leave my daughter in front of the mob."

Peter and Caroline, who had run to the door, froze.

He turned his head mechanically and looked fiercely at Lorraine's back: "what do you... Want to do!"

"For the time being, I just want to taste the lettuce in my hometown and try French red wine... Not much."

Lorraine looked at the clock on the cabinet and said slowly, "I heard that your daughter likes to play a piano on the second floor at six o'clock every night. It's only one o'clock now... I sincerely hope she can read the wrong time today."

His voice just fell, and a pleasant piano sound suddenly sounded on the second floor.

The key is G.B. Martini's famous song "the joy of love", but the pianist's falling voice is a little hasty, and there is not much joy in the melody.

But that's enough.

Lorraine smiled and gestured, "may I invite you and your wife to dinner? Although it's delicious, there's always a time to check out."

More than an hour later, Lorraine changed into a decent new shirt, with a slender thorn sword at the waist, and drove out of the back door of the restaurant with Haina.

Haina frowned and drove: "why don't you kill them?"

"Why kill them?"

"They may inform Thomas and old Barry."

"No." Lorraine leaned lazily in the carriage, playing with a bag of Jingling gold pounds. "They are not friends or even partners. Peter didn't get much benefit in plotting the captain. In a sense, he was forced."

"You think he's innocent?"

"There is no doubt that he is the culprit, at least one of them."

Lorraine smiled playfully: "it's just that for a businessman who has been tortured by bankruptcy for a long time, it's far more cruel to let him go bankrupt than to kill him. Killing is a good way to solve the problem, but it's not necessarily a good way to revenge."

"So you robbed him and asked him to sign a 100 pound note that could not be cashed. It's all revenge?"

"Forty seven pounds, sixteen shillings and three pence is the money he bought vegetables from the captain, and the IOU is revenge... By the way, do you have a familiar businessman? For only five pounds, I can transfer the IOU."

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With five pounds in exchange for three white slaves and a set of not small real estate, the transaction did not require skills, and Hannah easily transferred the IOU to old Hansa.

To express his gratitude, Hansa allowed them to stay late at night in the private room of the tavern.

They not only enjoyed a free dinner, but also bought a good wound medicine and some small things that Haina needed for three pounds.

The cool special ointment made Lorraine's wound comfortable in only one afternoon. Although it still doesn't use much force, at least take action to become vigorous. It seems that it's no less than normal people.

This is important to Lorraine.

They are going to old Barry's warehouse next. Unlike Peter, Barry keeps ten thugs.

"Ten thugs..." Lorraine shook his head and muttered, "when he robbed the ship, he sent only eight people. Unexpectedly... Our Mr. Barry is still a cautious man."

"Isn't this... Giving me trouble..."