Chapter 30: The Scenery Above the Apex
PS before the article:
I didn't have something to do over the weekend, so I'm sorry I couldn't update it......
In other words, it's almost time to speed up the plot, and I'm ready to beat the flying dragon people~
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Because of the willfulness of the Draco Charross, Disco had to disrupt the order of the auction and let the mermaid appear in advance. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
For all discos who are oriented to maximizing profits, this is undoubtedly like cutting meat on his heart. However, the other party is a Tianlong person, and he has no place to go, so he can only accept his fate.
"It's good that it's Charross, this stupid ......," Disco could only comfort himself in his heart. You must know that as long as the Draconians bid in the auction, no one else will compete with them, no matter how high or low. Only Char Ross Saint will always stupidly shout high prices to bid.
Although he kept complaining about the IQ of the Draco people in his heart, on the surface, the disco still had a flattering expression, his posture was at the lowest, and his waist had never been straight since Charros Saint appeared.
He knew that if it was Rozwald Saint, or his wife and daughter, his effect was estimated to be average, but for Charros Saint, it would be a must-kill. Besides, in his line of work, the ability to talk to people and talk to ghosts has long been practiced to perfection, and the words of compliments can be said to come as soon as they open their mouths, and there is no overlap at all.
Seeing that Charross Saint showed a smile like a fool in his compliment, Disco secretly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, and the effect was outstanding!
However, this is an auction after all, not a talk show with the theme of singing the praises of the Draconians, and even if the disco talks about it, it will not be able to resist the mermaid's position in the sacred heart of Charross.
At first, he may have been happy, but as time went on, he became a little impatient. In particular, the mermaid who said that he was good was never gone, which consumed his patience to the limit.
"Hurry up, I want a mermaid!!" Tapping the armrest of the couch, Charros Saint shouted again, and at the same time raised his gun and pointed at the disco in the center of the rostrum, "Hurry up and bring the mermaid out, or I'll kill you!"
"Immediately, Lord Charross, please calm your anger, please calm your anger!!Because to show it in the most beautiful way, Miss Mermaid has been putting on makeup for a little longer, so I will urge you, please ......wait a while," Disco bowed busily, and then ran to the side of the stage.
Grabbing the assistant's shirt, the disco's vicious voice echoed in his throat: "Bastard...... What about the mermaid I want...... Didn't I tell you to bring the mermaid over, what about the merfol?!bastard!!I'll tell you now, you're screwed!!"
Before the words fell, Disco pushed the assistant away, and then hurried to the backstage.
The patience of the Celestial Dragon people has obviously reached the limit, if he doesn't bring the mermaid out immediately, if anything goes wrong in the middle, it's not just his assistant who will be ruined, he will not be able to eat and walk around.
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Backstage in the auction house, whether they have been sold or not, all the slaves are kept in this huge prison.
Among these people, except for the giants, who were firmly bound by iron chains, the other slaves were relatively free. After all, the collar around the neck is the best means of restraint, and there is no need to worry about them escaping.
On the other side of the prison is a tightly locked warehouse that stores goods from ordinary auctions. After all, although the auction house focuses on human trafficking, the general treasure auction is also essential.
There is a so-called thief who does not go empty, although Crockdahl is a pirate, but after all, there is also a thief in his profession. How can there be a reason to enter Baoshan and return empty-handed. In addition, according to the rules of the general auction house, the goods in the auction will not be delivered to the buyer until the auction is over and the actual payment is completed. Naturally, this rule is cheaper for him.
Although the warehouse was very tightly guarded, it was no different from paper paste in front of Crockdahl, and he easily opened a hole in the wall, and then went in and rummaged through.
Legend has it that each tobacco is tanned on the thigh of a 17-year-old girl, and it is rolled without hands at all, but simply with the force of the rubbing of the two legs...... Well~~~ I seem to be able to smell the girlish fragrance through the box...... The best cigars from the cigar kingdom of PΕitano, get β!"
From the warehouse came Crockdahl's excited shouts like a treasure, intermittent but even more thought-provoking. Although he is not a smoker, Reilly can't help but smash his mouth.
There was more than one howl like this. It was as if he had been tempted by Krokdahl, and every thing he found had to be introduced in all sorts of exaggerated terms, eh...... It's like a child's play.
Of course, given Reilly's age and experience, it's okay to call Crockdahl a child.
"This bastard ......" Reilly reluctantly picked up the bottle and took a sip, shaking his head and chuckling. This wine was also found by Crockdahl from the auction lots, and it is said to be a whisky that weighs as much as gold.
Although there are countless fine wines that Reilly has drunk in his life, and there are many that are even better than the one in his hand, after some rendering by Crockdahl, this can only be regarded as a high-quality whisky at best, but it seems to be a higher level for nothing. Even the slaves around them seemed to have forgotten the tragic fate they were about to face, and secretly swallowed their saliva.
After a while, Crockdahl, who had been scavenging in the warehouse, returned with a full load. Approaching a cubic package, I don't know what it contains. But as far as the cloth that he regarded as furoshiki is concerned, he knows that it is quite expensive at a glance, and I don't know where he tore it from.
In addition to the package, Crockdahl's whole person has also undergone a big change. The Hawaiian-style dress on his body was replaced by a satin suit, neat and elegant. The hair is also like waxing, neatly combed to the back of the head, black and bright, and not without flamboyance and domineering.
And the difference between Crockdahl before and after is not only in clothing and hairstyle. His temperament seems to have changed dramatically with the change of image. At a glance, it is completely impossible to believe that this is the middle-aged uncle who was a bit of a scoundrel and seemed to be going to the beach to fish at any time.
"Huh...... You're ......," Reilly suddenly looked at Crockdahl with a blank expression.
"Don't you think you're handsome about this? It's about to be a decisive battle, it's common sense to change into a battle suit, right?" Crockdahl flicked his fingers, and a cigar was put in his mouth, and when his thumb wiped it, it was already lit, "A handsome image, but it can enhance the combat effectiveness of several points!"
ββ¦β¦ It's common sense in your family. Reilly's eyes, hidden behind the lenses, couldn't help but roll.
"Look...... Big back, black suit, hard scalp shoes......" Crockdahl said, pointing at him as he seemed excited, "Although there is no chocolate, but cigars can be completely replaced, it's a pity, I didn't find a trench coat, tsk......!
In the end, Crockdahl seemed to sigh lightly with regret.
ββ¦β¦ But although there are some regrets, but now I am invincible!" Crockdahl proudly defined himself as he puffed out the smoke rings.
"In a sense, it is......" Reilly said as he pushed his glasses, causing the lenses to reflect two white rays of light, masking his eyes.
"Haha, I thought it would be like this, so ......" Throwing away the valuable package, Crockdahl walked up to Reilly, sat cross-legged on the floor, and looked into Reilly's eyes, and at the same time his funny expression also retracted, "Uncle Reilly, I don't know what you think about it? Time ...... Don't wait for anyone!"
"Yes, time flies, but I don't want to be called uncle by you anyway......," Reilly drank the wine from the bottle, and smiled, "I have a question for you before I make a decision." β
"Oh? β
"You...... What is the purpose?"
"Hah?!" Crockdahl's eyes widened in surprise, and he said incredulously, "Is this the case? It's really like 'what dreams do you have', disappointed......"
Crockdahl shook his head in annoyance, but answered Reilly's question, "Purpose...... What if I said it was to save Ace? hahahaha...... The real purpose is that I want to stand on that apex and enjoy the scenery above it! That must be a wonderful feeling...... " Crockdahl said, looking mesmerized.
ββ¦β¦ The apex?" Reilly was silent for a moment, sighed lightly, and said, "If it was Roger, he probably wouldn't have done this......"
"That's why he's a stubborn idiot! Like Karp, two stubborn old fellows. Crockdahl pouted. Although he has a lot of respect for Roger, the personality of that person is really incomprehensible to him.
"Uh-!, but that's right, hehe......" Reilly was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Interesting, it's apt to think about it, stubborn idiot......"
"In principle, I agreed. In the battle at the top, I will be involved. But ......" Reilly looked up at Crockdahl, a sly smile on his lips, "I have my own team, and your plans are up to you." We, we will do it our own way. β
"Tut-tut...... That's a pity, it's a fun and exciting project......" Crockdahl sighed regretfully.
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At the same time, with the soft sound of the door shaft, a new group of uninvited guests were ushered in in the venue......
"Cut...... Is that the Straw Hats? The one wearing the Straw Hat must be the captain, and sure enough, as rumored to be, he is a complete fool. Kidd held his right hand on his cheek and muttered with a muffled smile.