As a town known for its freedom and wildness, New Orleans has more than a dozen red light districts.

　　Taverns, brothels, casinos, all the shops that can amplify human desires are here. Countless people make a living on it, and countless people enjoy it.

　　People often think that this is the underground world of New Orleans. Only those who are truly at large know that the true underground world never floats to the surface.

　　 Charles Street.

　　 This is perhaps the most ethical place in this town.

　　 There are no casinos, no brothels, no drunk drunks wandering in the streets, and no sneaky brokers under the shadows.

There are rows of regular shops on both sides of 　　 street, ready-to-wear, groceries, catering, decoration...

　　 Looking at the floor-to-ceiling glass with clear windows, it is hard for ordinary people to think that the core of the underground world of New Orleans, the [Old Tavern] will be hidden deep underground.

　　 Order and chaos are so close.

　　 At eight o'clock in the evening, Katerina pushed open the door of the old tavern.

　　 She wore neat menswear as usual.

　　 The loose white shirt concealed the slender figure, and the hem was knotted at the waist, and the waist was tightened.

　　 is khaki tight-fitting breeches underneath, and those big long legs live in the bag, which outlines a straight and round curve.

　　The belt was hung loosely between the breeches and waist, and the left sword was shot at the right, capable and public.

　　 A pair of dark brown high leather boots stepped on their feet, chucking, chucking, along with the light swing of the doorbell, all the way to the bar.

　　 "Bach, a glass of rum, thank you."

　　 Upon hearing her voice, the one-eyed Bach raised his head in surprise: "Damn...red hair! Are you still alive?"

　　 "Satan seemed to fear that I would go to **** to spread the gospel. As you can see, at the cost of my ship and the lives of seventy-three people in the ship, I managed to survive."

　　 "That black mamba..."

　　 "The revenge is over." Catalina's voice lowered, "Whether they go to heaven or hell, they can at least rest in peace."

　　Bach's one-eyed flashed, and he quickly took out a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice, poured wine, and slammed it in front of Catalina with a bang.

　　 "Your special wine glass, redhead."

　　 "Bao asks about Bach... I really can't let you know anything."

　　 Katerina began to narrate her adventures.

　　 "I was attacked by Amy Ferrard and the ship sank in the open sea east of Barbados. The whole ship died, only I survived and fled to Bahibah."

　　 "In Bahiba, I met an aristocratic young master in England. His surname was Drake."

　　 "Drake?" Bach's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

　　 "It's the Drake indeed." Catalina laughed. "Unfortunately, he is from England."

"I deceived him with a false name, boarded his ship, and used his ship as bait, and sank the Viper and Tusk west of Bridgetown. The Rattletail escaped, and the remaining sailors included Amy Ferrard, including them, was banished to the nearby rocks, and it is impossible to survive."

　　 "After avenging the crew, I disembarked at Kingston, went to Port of Spain, where I joined the smuggling ship Jackdaw, and became the first mate there, and I am now."

　　 "Have you joined the smuggling ship? Stop being a pirate?"

　　 "If I don't do it, I'm a little tired."

Bach sighed: "The Red Rose of the Caribbean has abandoned the Code of Pirates. This will be a blockbuster news. Red hair, no secret words, who owns the Pirate King’s token now? Drake, your new Captain, or Amy Philard, who doesn't know his life or death?"

　　 "They are not in my hands." Catalina smiled, "I don't know where they are."

"How much?"

　　 "It has nothing to do with money, old friend."

　　 Bach frowned: "If it wasn't for money...you came this time, is it to announce your retirement?"

　　 "The captain is going to the United States." Catalina lined up the gold pound one by one on the table, and lined up a full five. "Bach, I need some useful news."

　　 "News from America..."

　　 "Bermuda replaced the new admiral of the squadron. Like your savior, the last name is Drake."

　　 "The organization of the Continental Squadron has also been adjusted. The three-tier Lion is added, the fifth-tier ships Lowestoft, the sixth-tier ships Badger and Antelope have been transferred, and the overall combat effectiveness has been greatly improved."

　　 "Ten days ago, Admiral Drake initiated a new round of continental blockade. The main target was Baltimore. The smuggling ships suffered heavy losses as a result. The French Navy is organizing the break."

　　 "Jackson suffered a political defeat in Boston. Because of the active performance of the French Navy in naval warfare, the US Navy revitalization plan he supported lost the majority support of the Continental Congress."

　　 "His good friend Edmund Hite fell into an economic crisis for this. Two new destroyers under construction at Hite Dockyard ceased production. Jackson may face charges of wasting taxes."

　　 "Related intelligence, the Netherlands is ready to support France's attack on the British colonies in the Caribbean, in order to interfere with Admiral Drake's plan to block the mainland..."

　　……

　　 At the moment when Catalina was meeting with her old friends, two strangers came to the secret entrance of the old tavern.

　　 It was Acharin and Daniel in ceremonious clothes.

　　 Today's Daniel is equipped with a full set of gentleman's dresses, decorated with color feather brooches on his chest, matched with the cold face and blond hair of the shawl, like a French nobleman preparing to go to a banquet.

　　 Ya Charin's clothes are even more exaggerated, and his whole body is retro, and he stepped on Lorraine's previous stand.

Garter socks, high-heeled shoes, feather hat, lace trim, a pair of exaggerated, red, white and blue foam sleeves dotted on the shoulders on both sides like a ball. The thick foundation spreads all over the face, making the skin pale as freshly brushed bricks. wall.

　　As a true mainland aristocrat, he has received comprehensive and orthodox social training, and he has corresponding background support.

　　 This means that as long as he wants to, he can disguise himself as a unique feminine gentleman in the upper class of Europe at any time.

　　 is like now.

　　 He tilted his orchid fingers, tucked out the pocket watch in his chest pocket, opened the dial, and glanced casually.

　　 "What a good dress, how can the captain sneer at such a slender aristocratic etiquette?"

His tone is more delicate than that of the most delicate lady, and while being delicate, he always exudes a lofty, arrogant elegance and aura~lightnovelpub.net~Even the handsome Daniel was taken away by him and retreated. To the edge, like an obscure follower.

　　Daniel said blankly, "In your eyes, is there anything on the captain that can touch the slender body?"

　　 "It's not important, Daniel." Acharin sighed, "It's almost time, is this where we are going?"

　　 "Gudariel-French charm, according to the information provided by Ms. Dibo, the old tavern is located under the ground of this shop."

　　 Yacharin couldn't help but frowned: "Why does the tavern have to be built in the basement of the garment shop?"

"I heard it was a meeting place during the peaceful coup." Daniel explained the origin of the old tavern with a blank face. "Although the first governor of Spain was enlightened, he still enacted a ban on gatherings in order to prevent the French in the city from inciting the crowd. Ling. At the time, the French leader Gudalil dug out such a basement under his clothing store, and invited every non-Spanish white man to drink in the venue to do great things together. Over time, it became a building built underground. The public tavern, even the method of entering the tavern has become a kind of ritual."

　　 "Taverns need to be open. How can a pub that retains the tradition of secret gatherings attract customers?"

"Secret assembly?" Daniel glanced at Acharin, took a step forward, and opened the door. "You overestimate your compatriots. How could the French know what a secret assembly is. They just created a complex and nothing The weird and meaningful rituals are just as the entrance ceremony of the tavern, and it is no different from most taverns asking the guests whether they are adults before entering the venue."

"how do you know?"

　　 "The ceremony is engraved on the door." Daniel knocked on the door panel beside his hand. "Looking at the handwriting, it has been engraved for some years."