"Uh, damn it, this storm has damp all the fish I've dried...... It's really unlucky. ”

In the harbor of Bilgewater, on the first morning of the storm at last, as the sun cleared after the rain and the dark clouds that had not yet drifted away, the butchers of the harbor took their meat and their guys, went to the open space of the outer harbor, hung the fish and the sea monster meat on hooks, and began to sell them as they worked.

"Don't complain, Bob, the storm is one of the few opportunities we have to rest, it's a gift from Naga Kaporos, you've just started in the industry, and you'll understand it later. ”

On the side, an older butcher said as he skillfully disemboweled a sea fish with a short forearm.

"Cut, Boches, you're here again, Naga Kaboros, I've only been a butcher for a few days, and you've got one rule after another, Bilgewater is a free port, it's the home of pirates, how can there be so many rules. ”

As he spoke, the young Bob vigorously chopped off the butcher's knife in his hand and threw the fish's head into the bucket beside him.

"Just say the other day, I was just whistling at a chick, and you actually pulled me and said that it was a powerful bounty hunter, please, she was just a woman, how could a woman be a bounty hunter in Bilgewater. ”

Poof!

Hearing Bob's words, the butchers around him laughed scoffingly, but Bob didn't realize that others were laughing at him, but thought he was supporting him.

"Look, that's a joke. ”

"Settle down, Bob, don't you have a little introspection when you were introduced to you by your father when you were drinking in Demacia?"

Bochis scolded with his head down.

"You were lucky that day, if you deviate a little, you will have a hole in your head, and I warn you, an attitude like yours is going to suffer a lot in Bilgewater. “

"What a big loss, don't scare me, I've heard a long time ago, Bilgewater is lawless, the strong are respected, as long as you are bold enough, you can be the boss." ”

With that, Bob placed the butcher knife on the board and turned it around.

"Hehe, every day is to kill fish and kill fish, I don't do it, I tell you, I came here to make a name for myself, one day, I want to have my own ship and my own people, return to Demacia like Vincent the Phantom, plunder the West Coast, and then ......"

Hahahahaha......

Before Bob could finish speaking, everyone in the room leaned back and fell back in laughter.

Phantom Vincent plundering the West Coast?

It's really been a long time since I've heard this kind of joke.

"Yes...... What's so funny!"

Bang!

Bob threw his apron to the ground and roared.

"Huh...... Bob, it looks like you think a lot of yourself. ”

Boches stood up at this point, hung the knife aside, took off his gloves and said.

"In that case...... Then I shouldn't be able to keep you here, this is your salary for these two days. ”

As he spoke, Bochis said as he placed three high-grade rune stones in front of Bob.

"Vincent, the phantom of the future, disappear before my eyes. ”

"Just what I want, cowardly old man!"

Bob said, picking up the three rune stones on the table and walking towards the inner harbor in a rage.

"Hey, Boches, is that okay?"

The butcher on the side asked quietly.

"After all, his dad spent money to let you take care of his son. ”

"What...... In Bilgewater, people like him are bombs, and they can get into trouble at any time, and you just heard him, he wants to whistle Miss Doom, and he says something bold......"

"Hmm...... That's right, such a guy, it's better to throw it away as soon as possible. ”

……

Although the butchers behind him were whispering, Bob, who rushed to the inner harbor with a warm blood, was not aware at all.

Bilgewater ......

In the eyes of this Demacian son, it is a lawless place where strength is respected.

Here, as long as you are brave enough, you can meet a few trustworthy brothers on the street, and then several people work together, start gangs, collect protection money, and finally build a big ship, take your own people to plunder merchant ships, and create a legend at sea.

Of course, all of the above is fiction by some third-rate writers in Demacia, and although they always write on the cover of their books something like 'pure fiction, don't imitate', there are always some people who are carried away by it.

That's right, Bob is such a person.

"Alright...... I'm finally free now, but that old bastard of Bochis is so hateful, how can I spend this money......"

Bob looked at the rune stone in his hand and frowned.

At this moment, he saw on the steps not far away, the author was a wet man, wearing a white shirt, and a black trench coat and hat hanging from the stake beside him, which looked like he had been drenched last night.

But most importantly, he had a bulging money bag around his waist and a deck of playing cards pinned to it.

Playing card?

That's right!

Bob's eyes lit up at the sight of the playing cards.

That's right, I can gamble money with this guy, I just need to play a little trick, I can easily win this guy is incomplete, and then get the start-up capital to build his own gang, and maybe even convince him to be his own little brother, just like "Bill Gewater's God of Gambling at Sea".

"Life is a gamble, but I just won a little bit. ”

Thinking of this, Bob had words in his mouth.

By the way, "Bilgewater's God of Gambling at Sea" was written by a third-rate writer in Demacia based on a teenager who called himself "Gambler" in Bilgewater many years ago, in which Stepwater' was a poor young man, but from a street gamble, he discovered his talent, and from then on, in large and small gambling games, Terstri only needed to "move his wrist" and "flick his fingers" With a twinkle in his eyes, he was able to change his cards to what he wanted, outmaneuvering his opponents, and with these tricks, Testri not only won his own gang, but also formed a partnership with a gunslinger named Sfreig, and the two led their own 'Dice' pirate ship and elite and seasoned sailors to gallop through the waters of Demacia, and finally kidnapped the princess of Demacia, and finally returned to Bilgewater to live a life without shame.

Brainwashed by this, Bob's eyes lit up, and he strode forward to the homeless man (he thought he was).

"This friend ......"

Well?

The man in the white shirt raised his head, looked at the confident and evil smile in front of him, and the tiger body was shocked, coupled with the domineering Bob, his face showed a puzzled look.

Bob, on the other hand, squatted down and smiled slightly, as described.

"Come and play? Simple poker. ”