Habit is a very deadly thing.

Wren was accustomed to handing over his groceries to the boy who didn't need a salary, even though his food expenses far exceeded the wages of the average sailor. It's just that now, whether it is sailing or anchoring, these trivial things now need to be done by him himself. He wasn't impatient, but he did feel uncomfortable.

The brand new ship was not transformed into another look, after all, Tom's studio took three days out of his busy schedule to repair it, although it was only three days, but with Tom's studio's efficiency and technology, the Echo Dolphin was reborn, if it weren't for Wren knowing that it was his own ship, almost suspecting that Mr. Tom had rebuilt a new ship for himself in three days.

The ugly pegboards have been removed, the worn canvas has been replaced, the tattered holes in the deck have been gone, and most importantly, the hole in the bow dolphin-kun's head has been patched.

Wren doesn't have too much attachment to many things in this world, such as eating with the best food, traveling on the fastest and best boat, drinking the strongest wine, and the fiercest sheep.

He didn't care if his ship was good or not, otherwise, he wouldn't have directly ignored the lucrative conditions proposed by de Ace, and even Wren had to admit that Tom's Studio, with the world's highest craftsmanship, was indeed extraordinary. If the previous ship was a tool made of wood and other parts, it has been carefully refurbished by Tom's workshop, and now it has come to life!

With the beauty and vitality of a ship that even a layman like Wren can know!

You get what you pay for, especially under the blackmail of a certain blue-haired imp, Mr. Wren, who has no concept of money, casually throws a large bag of gold and silver treasure to an embarrassed and smirking Esbagu. Frankie would wander the streets and alleys of the city after work, and accidentally saw Wren's wanted warrant and knew the identity of the other party's pirate, but Frankie, who was not frightened by the exaggerated bounty, had the bad idea of blackmailing this stunned young man.

The idea of blackmail does not come from greed or lust.

The construction of the sea train was time-consuming and labor-intensive, and Tom's studio was completely unfavored by anyone, with no source of funding, and even most of the strength was borne by Mr. Tom alone, and the remaining two human imps and a frog were limited in what they could help. It would take ten years to build the sea train, and with the right funding and manpower, this time would be greatly reduced.

Tom's studio is very short of money, because of this relationship, even if Asbagu can't accept this ship repair fee that far exceeds the labor force, he has to put aside his self-esteem and conscience, secretly remember Wren's appearance, and plan to return the extra money to the other party when he has the opportunity in the future.

The huge bag of gold and silver treasures is equivalent to about 10 million Baileys, and if the historical and archaeological value of these treasures is counted, this number can be doubled. Although Bailey is promoted around the world as a currency currency, creatures like pirates still like to see golden treasures to feel more at ease. Besides, those green banknotes are depreciated when the world government says that they will depreciate, everything is opened by those so-called big people, they have no bottom in their hearts, and this broken thing will be bitten by insects and ants, and the humid environment will be moldy and rotten, where is the physical object of gold and silver treasures that is easy to preserve? However, this world is not a barbaric era after all, and bartering can still be used, and the irony is that even if the pirates rob tons of treasures, if they really want to consume them, they have to transform into Bailey to use.

Wren didn't feel sorry for half of the treasure on his ship, he had no concept of money since he was a child, and even if he was penniless, he didn't get in the way. Whether it is like a pirate who directly explodes the gold and silver institution or eats game in the deep mountains and old forests, even in the sea, the sea beast is his meal. Moreover, he was very satisfied with his new ship, and no amount of gold and silver treasures could match his good mood at the moment.

Although the little girl Shirley instinctively wanted to stop the idiot captain from wasting, she was only a child after all, and she might be able to recognize the value of Bailey and the scattered gold coins, but none of the heavy bags of gold and silver treasures could be recognized by her. Besides, she didn't have the power to stop Wren's actions.

Mr. Tom smiled and watched the lonely boat with only two people go away, and he couldn't help but think of something a long time ago, Mr. Tom didn't have too many negative emotions about his old age, but he was sincerely happy to see the two disciples who inherited his mantle grow taller and taller day by day as the years passed.

Looking at Esbagu with a tangled face, Mr. Tom knew very well what the child was thinking, and laughed without reminding him. Their shipbuilding skills undoubtedly contributed a great deal to the change in this small ship, but the wood used to repair the ship was of extraordinary origin, and the value of the treasure given by Wren was not too much to calculate the price.

Mr. Tom knew nothing of him except the name Wren, and the young man was too cold compared to the boldness of his old friends. Although they don't necessarily have to love each other to become a year-old friendship that makes both parties forget, Mr. Tom, who put the shadow of his old friend on Wren at the beginning, wondered in his heart, aren't overlords like Roger and Reilly?

Mr. Tom reflected on this thought of himself, and tried to find the shadow of his old friend in Wren, which was disrespectful to the young man from the beginning. In addition to this reason, Mr. Tom, who is already old, is willing to repair the ship for this young man, perhaps because he has pity for this young man.

A young man of this age should be the age with a sunny smile, but in Wren's eyes, he can't see any vigorous existence, seeing those eyes, Mr. Tom's heart can't help but hurt, what kind of painful experience did this child go through to become what he is today?

Wren didn't know how pitiful he was in the eyes of others, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

The long-lost helm made him a little happy, different from the slow sailing before, at this moment the sailboat under his feet faithfully executed the will of the helm, with the rotation of Wren's hand and efficient operation, the speed seemed to have improved, I don't know if it was his own illusion, for the things he admired, Wren never hesitated to praise himself, just like the skills of Tom's studio.

Although this happy novelty lasted less than ten minutes before disappearing, he irresponsibly threw the recording hands and rudder to the panicked little girl Shirley, and he went back to the cabin.

Wren had been sailing for two years and ten months, and it was a miracle that he had spent so much time still sailing in the first half of the Great Voyage, certainly in a negative sense. But there is no navigator who sails on luck and force, and there seems to be nothing wrong with him, not to mention, most of this person is lying on a hospital bed during this time...... This didn't improve until he got his hands on the cursed Seven Star Sword.

Sailing is boring and boring, there is no interesting journey in this world, no matter how beautiful the sky and sea are for a long time, you will get bored, and even want to vomit. Therefore, sailors often have to endure loneliness and boredom, and if they can't bear to become crazy, neurotic, and simply, there are a lot of people on a ship, and people can talk to each other, play some spicy games, and play with each other is even more boring.

It's a pity that there are only two people on the echoing dolphin, and all of the above things exist in dreams, not to mention that the only young man who can liven up the atmosphere in the past is gone.

The night sky was still clear before falling asleep, but in the blink of an eye, there was lightning and thunder and downpour, and the strange weather of the great voyage seemed so gentle at the moment, at least not a terrible storm or tsunami would swallow this inconspicuous boat directly. Listening to the thunder and rain outside the window, the little girl trembled and buried herself in the quilt, there was no fear on her little face, her eyes drooped slightly but could not hide her bright and clear eyes, and her two small lips were slightly pursed, trying to overcome her fear.

In this world, no one will help you for free except your parents, except for your own efforts to live in this world, and don't rely on others for your cowardice. What can the poor little girl do but overcome her fears? Who are you afraid to look at? Who is the coquettish for?

Under the order of the inhuman captain, the little girl cleaned the whole ship inside and out by herself, and the dust and sweat turned her little face into a little flower cat, and it took two washes to regain her lovely childish appearance, and the little girl, who should have been very tired, could not sleep because of the thunder and rain. There was no more reassuring snoring in the next room, and a person's fear was magnified many times at this moment.

However, after all, she was a child, and the tiredness accumulated during the day soon made her fall asleep, at least in her dreams, so that she could no longer be so hard? Nobody knows.

The screams of killing and human beings woke up children who didn't know how long they had been asleep, and the restless little girl felt that her heartbeat was so violent that she could barely breathe.

Walking bare-white and tender little feet on the spotless wooden plank, the little girl did not tremble because of the shouts of killing, but looked for the source of the sound.

It's not that she's not afraid, it's just that this ship is so big, what's the use of hiding in the cabin even if she's shivering? And...... And Mr. Wren is there. Shelly's nervousness and fear eased a little at the thought of Mr. Captain, who had not yet called her name, and she opened the door in front of her and looked out.

The torrential rain continued, and the sails had been put away by Wren, and the wind and rain of this magnitude could not have blown away the newborn boat and drowned it.

In the midst of that heavy rain, Wren was there alone, not wet. Nature was afraid of the young man, and within a meter of him, there was no wind or rain.

Wren, who was not tall, pinched the face of a giant man who was more than three meters tall with one hand, causing the other party to kneel in front of him. This picture is a bit funny, but the giant man who has broken a tooth and is bleeding from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears can only make people feel pity. The rolling of his eyes proved that the person with the strongest ability to resist and recover from attacks among the secret spy agencies directly under the World Government, CipherPol No.9, had fainted at this moment.

As if he couldn't feel the weight of the giant, Wren let go and let his heavy body fall on the deck with a muffled thud.

The torrential rain washed away the blood on the deck, washed it away, and finally washed it clean, and seven men and women in black suits fell at Wren's feet.

Shirley's drowsiness at the moment was wiped out by the bloody aura that the rain could not wash away for the time being, and her clear eyes reflected the young captain with a blank face, feeling fear.

In this world, except for madmen and perverts, no one likes to kill, even if Shirley, a little girl who knows the warmth and coldness of the world at a young age, her heart is still not dyed black. She is like a little flower, not knocked down by the cold rain and frost of the world, and still yearns for a sunny tomorrow.

She felt sorry for the humans who had been killed by Wren, and even more terrified for Mr. Wren who owed not even a trace of expression after the killing. It's not about boring shit morality, it's just human instinct. Human beings die in front of themselves, their own kind are killed, and they can only be called human beings when they feel fear, fear, anxiety, and nervousness, like the protagonist in the third-rate literature biography who has killed many people, and the heroine can still ignore the corpses and blood all over the ground and look at each other with affection, that is scum. Does anyone expect a child to see such a scene and worship the murderer with little stars in his eyes? And the murderer owes not even a trace of superfluous affection, that young man, can he really be called a human being?

"Go back."

The calm voice cut through the wind and rain and fell on the little girl's ears, causing her back to stiffen.

"Go back."

The second echo of the little girl's fledgling turn and ran back to the cabin, lest she see the distorted faces of the dead.

Wren felt tired, and his straight back was slightly bent at this moment, like a curved long sword. He coughed slightly, spitting out the unpleasant blood from his mouth. The green light shimmered under his clothes, and it didn't bring life or natural scent of vegetation, just a strange stinging eyeball.

He glanced at the seven people on the deck, the tyrannical attack did not take their lives, as for whether he would be disabled, whether he would die from his injuries, that was not something he should care about. Carrying one in one hand, they threw the seven pieces of garbage that shocked the world government back into their own small warship, and the group of frightened sailors who did not dare to breathe fled and drove the warship into the torrential rain.

After spitting out the mouthful of blood, Wren, who was breathing much easier, saw what the group of garbage had forgotten to take away, a somewhat vague bounty warrant that had been slapped by the rainstorm. I don't know what material this magical bounty order is made of, and it doesn't get beaten to pieces when it rains. Wren, who picked up the wanted post, smiled and let it be blown away by the gale, and finally shattered into powder in the torrential rain.

I don't know if I'm laughing at the exaggerated amount of the bounty, or laughing at the incompetence of the world government. He looked at the black, oppressive clouds, and looked at the natural scenery that annoyed him with displeasure, Wren did not like this bad weather.

He clenched his fists at his waist, his feet firmly on the deck, and as the hull of the ship slammed downward, he swung his fist into the sky!

No brilliant cannon of light erupted from his fist, and no rising dragon engulfed the black cloud that displeased its master. The black clouds are still overwhelming, and the rain will fall as much as it wants.

Wren touched his somewhat messy hair with some embarrassment, but fortunately, there were no viewers around to watch this exaggerated behavior of the middle two. He touched his belly, which was chirping like a monster, and walked to the kitchen.

It takes time for the invisible impact to reach the sky, and finally it meets with hundreds of millions of thunderstorms, and the two sides have a fierce collision, and it is impossible to do anything between energy and energy to explode, but this time it is still honestly exploded, there is no light, and there is no fire.

In the clear night sky, a crescent moon shone down on the most inconspicuous boat in the world. The sky above this sea area is still wrapped in endless black clouds, but only in the sky above this ship, a small empty and humiliating one has been smashed open, and when viewed from the ground, it looks like a fist print.

In this way, a little girl who is afraid of thunderstorms should be able to sleep well, right?