Chapter Twelve: Brothers Separated for Many Years

  What is the purpose of saving people? Is it to show off one's bravery, smile and wave goodbye, and casually drop a line "My name is Red Scarf"?

  Lin Taiping frankly said that he would never do such a losing business, but if there was a camera behind him, it would be another story.

  So, under his kind reminder, the thirty Minotaurs immediately had green lights flashing in their eyes, and they turned around neatly, amidst their expectant gazes, that battered and tattered merchant ship was swaying with the waves a few hundred meters away.

  "Hmm, Wolf's Fang?" Kristin also turned her head unintentionally, but she soon noticed that the merchant ship had a blue flower painted on its sideboard. "So they're Mr. Cohen's people?"

  "Mr. Cohen?" Lin Taiping curiously walked over, "Is he a big businessman from Rhode Island? Is he rich?"

  The real issue is this, Kirsten shook her head and said: "No, Mr. Cohen is just an average merchant, but he has good connections, a good reputation, and most importantly, his wife's sister's niece married the steward's son of the lord."

  The complex family relationships left Lin Taiping completely bewildered, but judging from the looks of it, this Mr. Cohen seemed to have both fame and connections, which meant...

  Achoo! At this moment, those merchant ship sailors who were busy rescuing and plugging the leak suddenly couldn't help but shudder, vaguely feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

  But the problem is, even if they wanted to escape, it was too late, so a few minutes later, these pale and hapless sailors could only huddle together in fear, watching as their good neighbors came over for a visit.

  Under the lead of Turo, thirty Minotaur men stormed onto the deck with extreme ferocity, instantly stunning the entire scene into silence. Not to mention that behind them was a Kirsten holding a large iron anchor and a black-haired young man who looked smiling and harmless.

  What could they do, the poor sailors were powerless to resist, Mr. Cohen, who was hiding in the corner of the deck, was even more terrified, his whole body trembling with fear, he vowed that he would rather be taken hostage by pirates and held for ransom than fall into the clutches of these dark creatures.

  Good heavens! The Minotaur king, far more powerful than the vulture, dozens of ferocious and malevolent Minotaur monsters, plus a Herculean beauty with unfathomable strength... Oh gods above, are the dark races going to reconquer the world, and these terrifying Minotaurs their vanguard?

  "Hey, hey, where do I look like a dark creature?" Kristen was very dissatisfied with this, although she also admitted that she had fallen in front of the diaper powder. "Okay, don't worry too much, we're not those pirates, but then again, where is Mr. Cohen? I just saw him."

  Can't see me, can't see me, Mr. Cohen desperately hid in the corner, wishing he could squeeze himself into the gap between the deck boards, but he was doomed to be disappointed, because Lin Taiping had already walked over with a friendly face: "Excuse me, may I ask if you are..."

  "Help!" Before he could even finish speaking, Mr. Cohen's pale face had already let out a loud, sharp cry, his voice piercing enough to shatter glass.

  "Please, I just wanted to ask a question." Lin Taiping let out a helpless sigh and tried his best to appear harmless, "Ah, yes, Mr. Cohen, please rest assured that those pirates have already been..."

  "Help! You wicked dark sorcerer, don't come any closer!"

  "Hey, hey, who's the dark mage? I just have black hair and eyes."

  "No! Don't come over! Help! Who can save me? I'll give him a thousand gold coins as reward!"

  "Are you sure? Then give me 500 gold coins and I guarantee that I won't touch a single hair on your head."

  "Help! Help! Help!"

  It's great and powerful, it's simply like the chicken and duck talk, no matter how hard Lin Taiping tries to persuade him, but Mr. Cohen is desperately shaking his head with tears in his eyes, and he even tightly grasps his collar without letting go, only a little proud of saying "I won't listen, I won't listen".

  Enraged, it was useless to say anything. Lin Taiping simply said nothing and directly gave a signal with his eyes to the cow-headed man behind him. Turu immediately rushed up, grabbed Cohen viciously, and shouted fiercely: "Shut your mouth, you dead fat pig, get into the inner cabin!"

  With a bang, poor Mr. Cohen was thrown directly into the cabin, Lin Taiping seriously tidied up his outer gown and followed in with a smile on his face, not forgetting to kick the cabin door shut at the same time.

  A few loyal sailors did want to go up and rescue people, but the thirty Minotaurs simply stood in front of the door, and with a casual swing of their arms, they slammed the totem stone pillars heavily onto the deck, immediately making everyone shut up.

  But through the closed cabin door, Lin Taiping and Mr. Cohen's conversation could still be vaguely heard, and it was unclear what they were talking about. A few seconds later, Mr. Cohen's hysterical screams could be heard, seemingly saying something like "Don't come over" or "Don't take off your clothes".

  But soon, with a few muffled thuds, Mr. Cohen's cries of despair suddenly disappeared, and in the eerie silence, a few strands of red light suddenly seeped out from the gap under the door, could it be that evil black magic?

  "Could it be?" More than a dozen sailors couldn't help but look at each other in dismay, all of them able to see the cold sweat on each other's foreheads. Perhaps at this moment, that black-haired man had grown a single horn and was shaking his devilish tail, laughing menacingly as Mr. Cohen's body and soul were reduced to ashes in the raging sea of flames?

  Bang! Just as he thought of this, the tightly closed cabin door was suddenly pushed open with a loud noise. More than a dozen sailors subconsciously trembled, and they all looked up at the same time... Ah, then they were all stunned.

  No torture, no dark magic, no bloodshed, actually nothing!

  At some narrow gateways, Lin Taiping and Mr. Cohen walked out side by side, with big smiles on their faces, shoulder to shoulder, that kind of intimate appearance, just like... just like they were long-lost brothers.

  What's going on? What is this situation? More than a dozen sailors were completely stunned, even doubting whether their eyes were problematic. Mr. Cohen, who was still afraid of death and frantically shouting for help just now, is actually leaning on the shoulder of that black magician, laughing as if he had picked up more than a dozen wallets.

  In fact, it's not just about picking up the wallet. Cohen is now holding Lin Taiping's hand tightly, with a passionate gaze that can melt the ice: "Dear Lin, let's settle on this. When we arrive at Rhode Island, please give me some face and stay at my place for a few days."

  "Of course, it's my honor." Lin Taiping smiled brightly as well, his eight snow-white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. "I think maybe tomorrow we can hold a grand ball and invite all the dignitaries, nobles, and wealthy merchants of Rhode Island to attend. What do you think of this suggestion?"

  "What a great idea, I'm absolutely delighted!" Cohen's eyes lit up instantly, his entire chubby face glistening with excitement. "No time to waste, I'll instruct them to repair the ship immediately. Would you mind waiting for just a moment? Perhaps you'd like some fine wine? I have a bottle of 30-year-old Polish red wine that I've been saving...I'll have someone bring it over for you to try?"

  It's great and powerful, seeing such a strange scene, more than a dozen sailors have directly turned into sculptures beside me, especially when I heard this bottle of Polish red wine, it feels like the entire world has completely collapsed.

  The gods are above! That is Mr. Cohen's most treasured collection, which he snatched from the auction for 1,000 gold coins. Normally, no one can even get close to it, let alone drink a cup, or they will be scolded severely... But now, he is willingly taking out this bottle of red wine and giving it away, with an attitude that says "If you don't accept it, I'll smash my head on the deck".

  "What do you know?" But under the stunned gaze of the sailors, Mr. Cohen still laughed with his whole body shaking like a born prodigal son, "Honestly, don't mention a bottle of red wine, even if I had to marry my daughter to him it would be no problem, as long as he is really willing to take out those... um, what are you guys still doing standing there, why not hurry up and repair the ship?"

  Is this a sales gimmick? More than a dozen sailors looked at each other in dismay, but they could only reluctantly leave to work. Only one of the bearded sailors, still couldn't help but take a few steps forward, and with a sincere tone, lowered his voice and said: "Sir, I'm not doubting anything, but are you certain that the black mage didn't use a confusion spell on you?"

  "How dare you?" Mr. Cohen's face immediately turned red, as if he had seen his dearest friend insulted. "Klopp, I'm warning you seriously, don't make malicious guesses about others, especially good people like Lin!"

  Great kind person? Great kind person? Great kind person?

  The sailor's face was full of strange turns, on the deck of the Black Pearl, the black-haired man known as a good guy, was leisurely smoking and enthusiastically talking about life and ideals with the pirates.

  Of course, this way of talking is a bit rough, especially the several cow-headed men beside him, who would grab a pirate and shake him vigorously like a dice cup: "Damn it, you've been a pirate for ten years, can't you even save up ten gold coins?"

  It's really great, the sailor couldn't help but shiver, all gods above, if this is also considered a good person, then the devil can also grow white wings and draw a halo on his head...

  "Devil? That's right, he's indeed a devil!" Mr. Cohen nodded in agreement, his face gleaming with gold as he added, "But I guarantee you that every merchant and noble on Rhode Island would be willing to sell their soul to him, because no one would refuse a rain of gold coins from heaven."

  Yes, no one could refuse, so after a few seconds, the merchant who had claimed to hate dark creatures the most was immediately tidying up his cloak and stepping forward with a big stride, his chubby face shaking.

  In the sunset, his voice was sweet like honey, as if three kilograms of honey had been poured into his throat, making all the sailors feel goosebumps: "Lin, my dearest friend, I just remembered that I still have a high-quality caviar, maybe we can have dinner together?"

  P.S: Monday is important, of course Tuesday is also very important, Wednesday is also... okay, rolling on the ground and acting cute to get votes and collections is just right.