I Have a Sailing Game-Chapter 52: Yas

Many ships are docked at Nadewilo’s harbor.

Most of them are flying the flags of adventurer guilds and merchant caravans, and some large ships are flying the flags of the Thousand Islands Kingdom.

As for pirate flags, they are almost nowhere to be seen.

There are always patrolling guards at Nadewilo’s dock, and no pirate gang would be foolish enough to come in flying a pirate flag.

Rogel brought his perspective back to the real world.

After hammering iron for so long, he felt slightly tired and didn’t particularly want to walk.

When the gangplank was lowered, Rogel and Lina hadn’t even gotten off the ship before a cheerful young man approached them.

"Are you two here from afar to specifically watch the fighting tournament?"

"I imagine you’ll definitely need information on the top contenders and explanations of the tournament rules..."

Rogel initially intended to ignore these obviously sales-driven behaviors and leave.

But when he heard about the fighting tournament, he couldn’t help but become a bit interested.

"Fighting tournament?"

Seeing Rogel stop, the young man quickly followed with a smile and began explaining Nadewilo’s tournament to him.

In some books, it only mentions that Nadewilo is famous for its competitions throughout the Thousand Islands Kingdom.

But the specific circumstances are generally only known when one arrives in Nadewilo.

Nadewilo hosts a major competition in its arena every month.

And the content of the competition varies depending on the month.

For example, January would be a swordsmanship tournament, February would be a firearms shooting tournament, March a boxing match, and so on...

This month’s competition is a fighting tournament.

Conveniently, the fighting tournament is set to begin tomorrow.

It’s also one of the audience-favorite competitions on Nadewilo Island.

Many adventurers and fighters from the Thousand Islands Kingdom would come to Nadewilo during this period to watch or participate in the tournament, aiming for the rich prize money and fame in the seas.

Top Fighter!

Just such a title was enough to make many people flock to it.

After listening to this person’s explanation, Rogel pondered.

The young man handed the information he held to Rogel.

"Would you like to buy some information on the top contenders? Then you could place your bets with more..."

Rogel shook his head, took out a silver coin, and handed it to him.

"No need, thank you for your explanation."

With that, he left the dock with Lina.

The young man was a bit stunned as he took the silver coin, scratched his head while watching Rogel’s back, and then turned to the next target.

"Are you planning to participate in the fighting tournament?"

Lina asked, somewhat curious.

Rogel seemed quite interested in the fighting tournament.

"Participating is out of the question, but I plan to take a look."

Rogel responded.

He was curious if in such a competition, there would be any like him—extraordinary individuals.

"Let’s check out the nearby tavern first and restock the ship’s beverages."

...

A tavern near Nadewilo’s dockside.

This tavern is large, appears to have been open for a long time, and its most eye-catching feature is the central arena.

At this moment, two people were competing fiercely in the arena.

The other patrons in the tavern were cheering loudly, creating a very lively atmosphere.

"Do you have any fruit juice?"

Rogel approached the counter to inquire of the server.

The server looked like a young man, tall and strong, with a firm and steady appearance.

Upon hearing Rogel’s words, he nodded and started to introduce the tavern’s fruit juice options.

"Kid, if you want fruit juice, don’t come to a tavern, go home to your mom! Hahaha... hiccup~"

Upon hearing Rogel’s voice, a drunken voice came from nearby.

Rogel glanced at the drunkard.

Lina frowned, secretly placing her hand at her waist.

However, before they could react, a voice emerged from the side.

"What these two customers drink is their own business, keep your mouth shut, drunkard."

"Or I’ll throw you out right now."

The server beside the counter spoke up, calmly wiping his glass without even glancing at the drunkard.

Rogel, seeing this, exchanged a glance with Lina, both noticing the surprise and curiosity in each other’s eyes.

Damn, is this guy that impressive?

As expected, the drunkard instantly became furious, wanting to smash a bottle and curse.

But when he saw the appearance of the young man, he shivered, sobering up a bit.

"...Sorry, Yas, I had a bit too much."

With that, the drunkard slunk off to a corner.

Yas didn’t speak, not even sparing him a glance, as he silently placed two glasses of fruit juice in front of Rogel and Lina.

"Two glasses of chilled grape juice, enjoy."

"Thank you, could you please bring another of Yas’s favorite drinks as a token of my gratitude?"

Handing a glass of grape juice to Lina, Rogel smiled at Yas.

Upon hearing this, Yas chuckled softly, and shortly after, he also took out a glass of chilled grape juice.

At this sight, the three of them laughed together.

It’s truly a meeting by fate.

"Mr. Yas, are you the owner of this establishment?"

Rogel looked around the tavern and saw no other people.

Hearing Rogel’s question, Yas shook his head with a smile.

"Not exactly, I might just be considered a server here."

"To me, you seem like you’re used to beating people up, even drunkards sober up upon seeing you."

Rogel shrugged, glancing at the silent drunkard in the corner.

"I have never beaten him, I don’t even know him."

Yas glared at the drunkard.

The drunkard shivered in fear, thinking he had somehow offended, and promptly moved to an even more secluded spot. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Seems like you’re quite the well-known figure around here."

Lina smiled thoughtfully.

"Of course!"

"Yas is the most famous fighter near the dock area, even children as young as three know his name, hahaha."

A portly, bearded man laughed as he approached.

He seemed quite familiar with Yas.

However, Yas showed no warmth towards him.

"Norm, I already told you the day before yesterday."

Yas spoke calmly.

There was a hint of distance in his tone, even less cordial than he was to the newly acquainted Rogel and Lina.

"Yas, with your talent, you can certainly achieve a higher ranking in the arena. You can’t just waste yourself like this!"

Norm said with a touch of urgency.

"Norm, I’ve told you, it’s impossible."

"If you want to keep leeching off someone, you might as well find some hothead; you’ll have a higher success rate."

Yas glanced at him coldly.

Norm felt slightly embarrassed, initially wanting to say more.

But the sound from the arena drew their attention.

"Yas!"

"I’ve achieved a hundred consecutive victories!"

"Now it’s your turn!"