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Chapter 112 McCree? No, it's the Templars!

It was not until he stepped into a unique courtyard that Rorschach discovered that the tavern mentioned by O'Neal was the tavern in the game, where the protagonist "Edward Kenway" and the merchant came to Havana and stayed for a short time.

When the drunk sailors saw the young yellow-skinned man in the captain's outfit walking in swagger, many people paused and cast a surprised and curious look.

Black people are not uncommon in the West Indies.

But the yellow-skinned Orientals are even more strange than giant pandas.

Many sailors who have never left Europe, or even the West Indies, have met the yellow-skinned Oriental for the first time.

Feeling strange gazes, Rorschach seemed to be ready, but just followed O'Neal calmly and sat down at an empty table in the corner.

"Captain, I'll go and open two rooms for you first, you can have a drink."

"Take it slow, I won't go anywhere..."

However, taverns have always been a place where accidents occur frequently.

Before O'Neal came back, please come to the door first...

"Hey, yellow-skinned boy, where did you steal this outfit?"

Accompanied by an annoying voice, several sailors sitting on a table not far away walked towards Rorschach.

When I opened my mouth, the strong smell of alcohol and stench came to my face.

Roxa naturally would not show mercy to the guy who disturbed himself drinking and had a bad mouth.

With his upgraded physical fitness and [D-level Maga Technique] skills, he slaps a few sailors without any effort.

There was no need to sweat at all. The three sailors who came to provoke him fell to the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The others in the tavern just stared at Rorschach who continued to drink calmly, and the sailors who were wailing in a low voice on the ground, as if they had never expected things to develop like this.

But this small conflict was seen by a man wearing a red cloak and naked chest on the balcony on the second floor...

The man sat at a table with a big golden sword, and there was a woman in exposed clothes sitting on her thigh, constantly rubbing against the man's face from the white flowers.

However, compared to nephrite, men are more interested in Rorschach's neat skills.

The cunning and aggressive eyes flashed with a brilliance.

After thinking about it, he put his head to the prostitute's ear and whispered.

After saying that, he raised his hand unscrupulously and patted the prostitute's butt, as if urging something.

After a while, Roche had just finished drinking the rum in the glass, the prostitute swayed her waist and came to him with a strong fragrance:

"Sir, Lord Dakas hopes to invite you a drink."

"Dacas?"

"Yes, he's waiting for you on the second floor..."

Following the prostitute's pointing, Rossah looked up and saw the man on the balcony on the second floor, picked up a glass of wine and greeted him.

The moment he saw this man, Roxa almost blurted out:

McCree, it's you!

There is no way, this man's clothes are very similar to McCree.

He also wore a wide hat with a bright red cloak.

Coupled with the charming unkempt and deep eye sockets, Rorschach almost thought that Brother McCree had also traveled to the 18th century.

However, this is just Roxa's inner complaint.

After playing games, he naturally knew this man.

Big O'Neal, who just came back, also knows this man.

He looked solemn, and he leaned into Rorschach's ear and whispered: "Captain, this man is not easy to mess with. He is friends with Governor Torres."

"Oh, it's still a big man." He reached out and patted Big O'Neal on the shoulder. Rorschach just smiled slightly and comforted him, "It's okay, I'll go and meet him..."

Following the prostitute to the balcony on the second floor, Julian Dacas, sitting on the chair, took the initiative to reach out to Rorschach, with a charming smile on his face:

“Julian Dakas, arms dealer.”

Seeing this, Rorschach also reached out and shook it with him. He replied without forgetting to say, "Rorschach, the captain of the merchant ship."

"Please sit, Captain Rorschach."

Waving his hand to signal the prostitute beside him to leave, Dakas picked up the glass of wine and looked up and down the young man in front of him:

"Ah... your skin color reminds me of the distant East. Are you from the Qing Dynasty?"

"No, I'm from Ming."

Roxham is an ordinary person with normal views on history and his own opinions.

He personally hates this super trash alien dynasty.

Of course, they don’t bother to be called the same type of people as those Tartars with braided heads.

That's why he made such a statement to correct it.

Although Ming was not very good, it was also a dynasty founded by the Han people...

"Oh, did the Qing Dynasty destroy that country?"

With the advent of the Age of Discovery, the barriers between the West and the East have been gradually broken.

Through missionaries, merchant ships, a large number of letters and travel notes, Europe also became more and more aware of the Eastern Empire that produced silk and porcelain.

Naturally, the Qing Dynasty replaced the Ming Dynasty so much, and there are also records in the documents of European countries.

Dacas, who was born in Montpellier, France, traveled on the sea when he was very young and had heard of the history of the far east.

However, when he heard Dakas like this, Rorschach wanted to refute it, but thought that facts were more eloquent than words.

What's more, no matter how much you talk to a foreigner who doesn't understand the national conditions, what can you do?

So he nodded, admitting it.

With a raised brow, nodded as if he was unaware. Dakas drank the rum in the glass in one go, put the cup back on the table with a "pop", and then asked out his inner doubts:

"I'm curious, how could an Oriental man with such a neat skill like you come to the far West Indies and become a captain?"

Perhaps, in his opinion, it is already novel enough for an Oriental to appear in the Caribbean.

Not to mention that this oriental man seemed to be the captain of a ship...

Rorsch was a little surprised by Dakas' curiosity.

He knew that the man in front of him who looked like McCree was actually a Templar!

Roxa did not expect that before he met the assassin, he met his assassin's old enemy, whether it was sweet or not.

However, Dakas's proactive conversation made him have a sudden inspiration.

As a gamer, he has a natural favorable impression of the Assassin Organization.

If the Assassin and the Templars were asked to choose which side he would join, he would naturally choose the Assassin.

After all, the assassin who plays the sword is really handsome!

However, if you look at things in reality, for Rorschach, who is now a pirate, there is actually no difference between an assassin or a Templar.

After all, he came to this world not to stop the Templars from ruling the world, nor to farm in the darkness and serve in the light.

What he cares about is his position and his own interests!

Please remember the first domain name of this book:._
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