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

Taverns, brothels, casinos, and all shops that can amplify human desires are all here. Countless people make their living by doing this, 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 real underground world never falls on the surface.

Charles Street.

This is perhaps the most orderly place in this town.

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

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

Looking at the floor-to-ceiling glass with bright windows, it is hard for ordinary people to imagine that the core of the underground world of New Orleans, the [old tavern] would 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 was wearing cool and neat men's clothing as usual.

The loose white shirt covers her slim figure, tied a knot at the waist, and closed her waist with a firm grip.

The lower body is khaki tight breeches, wrapping her long legs, outlining straight and round curvaceous lines.

The breeches and waist are hanging loosely between the waist, with the left sword and the right gun, capable and ostentatious.

A pair of dark brown high leather boots were stomping under her feet, squeaking, and accompanied by the slight shaking of the doorbell, she walked all the way to the bar.

"Bach, a glass of rum, thank you."

At first hearing her voice, Bach, one-eyed, looked up in surprise: "Hell... red-haired! Are you still alive?"

"Satan seemed afraid that I would go to hell to spread the gospel. As you can see, I survived by chance with the cost of my ship and the lives of seventy-three people in the ship."

"That black mamba..."

"Revenge is over." Katerina's voice fell, "whether they go to heaven or hell, they can at least get rest."

Bach's one-eye flashed, and he quickly took out a glass from the cabinet, filled it with ice, poured it into wine, and hit Katerina with a bang.

"Your special wine glass, red hair."

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

Katerina begins to tell her adventures.

"I was attacked by Amy Fillard and the ship was sunk on the sea off the east side of Barbados. The whole ship was dead, and I was the only one who survived and fled to Bashiba."

"In Bashiba, I met a noble young master from England, whose surname was Drake."

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

"It's indeed that Drake." Katerina laughed, "It's a pity that he's an Englishman."

"I tricked him with a pseudonym, boarded his ship, and used his ship as bait to sink the Viper and the Fangs west of Bridgeton. The Rapture fled, and the remaining sailors, including Amy Fillard, were exiled to nearby reefs, and it was impossible to survive."

"After revenge for the crew, I got off the boat in Kingston, went to the Port of Spain, where I joined the smuggling ship Jackdaw, and became the first mate there, and now I am."

"You joined the smuggling ship? Not a pirate?"

"I'm a little tired of it if I don't do it."

Bach sighed: "The Red Rose of the Caribbean has abandoned the Pirate Code. This will be a big news. Red-haired, the wise man does not say secret words, who is the Pirate King's token in now? Drake, your new captain, or Amy Fillard who knows life and death?"

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

"How much?"

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

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

"The captain is ready to go to the United States." Katerina lined up the gold pounds one by one on the table, lined up a whole five. "Bach, I need some useful news."

"The news from the United States..."

"Bermuda has replaced the new squadron admiral, and like your savior, his surname is Drake."

"The organization of the mainland squadron has also been adjusted, and the third-class ships Lion was added, and the fifth-class ships Lostoft, the sixth-class ships Badger and the Antelope were transferred, which greatly improved the overall combat effectiveness."

"Ten days ago, Admiral Drake launched a new round of mainland blockade, with the main target in Baltimore. Smuggling ships suffered heavy losses as a result. The French Navy is organizing a breakdown of diplomatic relations."

"Jackson suffered a political failure in Boston. Because of the French Navy's active performance in naval warfare, the U.S. Navy revitalization program he supported lost most of the mainland parliament."

"His friend Edmund Hayt is in an economic crisis, and two new destroyers being built in the Hayt Dock are discontinued, and Jackson may face charges of wasting taxes."

"For related information, the Netherlands is ready to support France in the Caribbean to launch an attack on British colonies, hoping to interfere with Admiral Drake's plan to blockade the mainland..."

...

At the moment when Katerina gathered with her old friends, the secret entrance of the old tavern welcomed two strangers.

They were the well-dressed Yacharin and Daniel.

Today, Daniel equipped himself with a full set of gentleman's gowns, decorated his chest with colorful brooches, and his cold face and blonde hair in his shawl, making him look like a French nobleman who was about to go to the banquet.

Yacharin's clothes were even more exaggerated, and he was covered in retro shapes, and he stepped on all the flags that Lorraine had set up before.

Slings, tall shoes, feather caps, lace edges, a pair of exaggerated, red, white and blue puff sleeves dotted on both sides of the shoulders like leather balls, and the thick foundation covers the face, making the skin pale like a freshly painted brick wall.

As a true mainland aristocrat, he received comprehensive and orthodox social training and was supported by corresponding backgrounds.

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

Just like now.

He raised his orchid finger, hooked out his pocket watch that was placed in his chest pocket, opened the dial, and glanced casually.

"What a good dress, how could the captain scoff at such a slender noble manner?"

His tone is more delicate than the most delicate lady. While delicate, he exudes a high-profile elegance and aura at all times. Even the handsome Daniel was taken away by him and retreated to the edge, like an unknown follower.

Daniel said expressionlessly: "In your eyes, is there anything on the captain who can be touched by the slenderness?"

"It doesn't matter, Daniel." Yacharin sighed with a fragrant mouth. "It's almost time, is this where we are going?"

"Godalil-French charm, according to the information provided by Ms. Dibo, the old tavern is located underground in this shop."

Yacharin couldn't help but frown: "Why did the tavern have to be built in the basement of the ready-to-wear shop?"

"I heard it was a gathering place during a peaceful coup." Daniel explained the origin of the old tavern with a expressionless face. "Although the first governor of Spain was enlightened, in order to prevent the French in the city from inciting the crowd, he still issued a ban on the assembly. At that time, the French leader Gudalil dug out such a basement under his own garment shop, and invited every white non-Spanish man to drink and do a big deal. Over time, this place became an open tavern built underground, and even the method of entering the tavern became a ritual."

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

"Secret gathering?" Daniel glanced at Yacharin, took a step forward, and opened the door. "You overestimate your compatriots, how could the French know what the secret gathering is? They have just created a complex and meaningless quirky ceremony as the entrance ceremony for the tavern, which is no different from most taverns asking guests whether they are adults before entering the venue."

"How do you know?"

"That ceremony was carved on the door." Daniel knocked on the door panel beside his hand, "Looking at the handwriting, it has been carved for some years."
Chapter completed!