Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 28: Port Frand

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Dean Isaka turned into a small alley beside the main street. After making sure no one was following him, he walked up to the door of a house and knocked three times, paused briefly, then knocked twice more.

The door opened, and a young girl peered out, glanced around the streets on either side, then grabbed Dean by his clothes and pulled him inside.

"Hey hey! Be gentle, you're tearing my clothes," Dean protested unhappily.

"You've got the nerve to say that! You've been gone so long, I thought something had happened to you," frowned the pink-haired girl, hands on hips, clearly annoyed.

"Oh? Oh? Is the captain worried about me?" Dean feigned surprise.

"You—don't make me smack you!" The girl blushed, lifting a chain ball that seemed disproportionate to her stature.

Dean immediately raised his hands in surrender. "I surrender, I surrender!"

"Hey hey! Isn't it time for you two to stop flirting? Susan's grandfather is still in the hands of the pirates," a tall, blond-haired youth beside them interjected helplessly.

His face promptly met the chain ball on the girl's face.

"Silence is not an excuse, you little 'fly,'" the girl said ominously, chain ball in hand.

The blond rocker youth covered his swollen cheek and said sadly, "Yes, Captain, I dare not anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, two more people walked out of the inner room, a scholar-capped girl and a girl with a ponytail. Only the girl with the ponytail was dressed in the civilian clothes of the Northwest Bay style. She joyfully said, "It turns out that Dean is back."

Seeing Dean safe and sound, the two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The scholar-dressed girl asked, "Dean, have you found out any information?"

"I did get a lot of useful intelligence," Dean continued, "Port Frand is now under martial law, with strict restrictions on entry and exit. I heard the pirates ran into some trouble recently."

The girl with the chain ball asked discontentedly, "Who asked you about that? What about Susan's grandfather and our target?"

"Don't rush, I'm getting to that. I got a drunk pirate lackey to spill some details. Susan's grandfather and our target are both imprisoned in the church. But when I scoped out the area nearby, the pirates are keeping tight security. It's hard to get close. So we need to find the right opportunity."

The chain ball girl grumbled unhappily, "Why bother with all that trouble? In my opinion, we should just storm in, grab that 'shark,' beat him up, and make him hand over the people to us!"

Dean sighed helplessly, "Captain, you have to consider the numerical comparison between us and them."

The chain ball girl glared angrily, "Then what do you suggest?"

Dean remained calm. "I do have a plan, and it relates to what I mentioned earlier. Do you all know how badly the pirates got hit recently? They lost over four hundred men! That's nearly half of Shark Gang's forces."

The bruised rocker covered his cheek and asked, "Who's that formidable? Could it be the local lord?"

Dean shrugged. "That lackey didn't know. You served in the military, right? You should know that for these lower-level guys, they're often kept in the dark. If the enemy is too strong, it might cause them to desert or, worse, be used as cannon fodder at the last minute. The news of losing over four hundred men came from someone close to the leader."