Aaron will slaughter all of you humans.

These were the words Sam wanted to finish before he died.

Maud might have laughed out loud if she had heard it.

However, hearing Aaron's name from Sam's mouth made Maud unexpected.

Because the Dragon Pirates are in the East China Sea, and this is the West Sea.

Could it be that he wanted to defect to Aaron, but he got lost and came to the West Sea, and then was caught by humans?

Maud shook her head, not thinking more.

At this time, the body suddenly made a slight bean sound, and then there was a slight change.

Maud sensed it, rolled up his sleeves, and the muscles on his arms began to appear, but they were still vain.

"It's just a few words of information, but there is such a level of benefit."

Maud was a little surprised, and couldn't help but glance at Sam's corpse.

After all, he is a guy who can fight his way out of the crowd with his physical fitness and amazing grip alone.

Not to mention anything else, in the case of serious injuries, not only can it be supported until now, but when it rushed over just now, although the speed was seriously discounted, it was still not to be underestimated.

If Sam's reaction hadn't been taken into account earlier, and he would have distanced himself backwards in advance, he might have been close to Sam after writing his name.

A fishman with strong physical fitness like Sam, if he is allowed to learn physical skills or fishman karate, his comprehensive strength is estimated to be several times greater.

"This guy doesn't seem to be an ordinary fish-man warrior, if you let him run away tonight, and then get together with the Dragon Pirates...... Maybe they will destroy the Straw Hat Pirates who haven't formed in a few years. ”

Maud picked up the [Usopp] that she had just thrown aside.

The act of throwing the gun was actually a bit redundant, originally thought to have a small effect of making Sam let his guard down, but there were no bullets in the gun after all.

Still, Maude was a little impressed by Sam's decisiveness in just a few minutes.

It's a pity that fate has secretly marked the price.

Even if Sam were lucky enough to escape from the auction house, he wouldn't be able to escape the only destination—death.

At that time, even if Maud didn't shoot, he could kill Sam, who was unsteady and badly wounded, with a dagger alone.

It's just that it's safer to shoot.

Since there are safer means, Maude will only use the dagger when his brain is pumped.

If it's a long knife, maybe it can be taken into account.

After all, an inch long and an inch strong, a long knife is much more reliable than a dagger.

Not lingering long, Maud left the alleyway.

After a few moments, a fishy smell gradually appeared in the air.

On a trip tonight, Maude managed to capture three pirates and a fishman.

The success made him decide to stop there, and instead of going to the auction house, he went straight back to the weapons shop.

"Dragon Pirates ......"

On the way back, because of Sam's unfinished words before he died, and Maude's first taste of the sweetness of the fish-man's prey, it is inevitable that his imagination will come to mind.

Just think about it for now.

After all, the Evil Dragon Pirates are far away in the East China Sea, and besides, with his current strength, it was purely food delivery there in the past.

But the benefits of the fish-people are really gratifying.

Of course, if it's just an ordinary fishman, it's estimated that there will be no profit.

And for a fishman of Sam's level, all Maude can think of is the Evil Dragon Pirates in the East China Sea, as well as the Fish-Man Island 10,000 meters below the deep sea, and then the Chambord Islands, where the supply of fish-man slaves is relatively large.

What's more embarrassing is that maybe by the time Maude can go to those places, maybe the strength has become so strong that he doesn't need them.

On the way back to the weapons shop, Maud deliberately took the route without lights, and unfortunately got lost.

In desperation, Maud could only honestly take the route of building the top floor, and then returned to the weapon shop safely.

Upon returning, Maude walked lightly into the bathroom.

I took off my mask and death armband, put it on the sink, immediately turned on the faucet, picked up the water and patted my face.

These camouflage things, he is going to dispose of tomorrow.

Even if you need to use it next time, you will only make a new set of different styles.

"Hoo ......"

Maud wiped the water from her face and looked into the mirror in the darkness, which was pitch black.

The physical needs were already on track, and he began to think about whether to fill in the second one.

When the thought arises, hesitation follows.

Knife art, or physical art?

Thinking about physical skills, the first thing that came to Maude's mind was the six styles of the navy - shaving, iron, paper painting, moon step, lanjiao, and finger gun.

As for the knife technique, the most intuitive impression is Sauron's various gorgeous sword skills, as well as the powerful aura when Hawkeye swings a knife.

For the former, you have to learn the six styles first to make the [Physical Needs] effective.

In the case of the latter, you can take advantage of the need to fill in the [cold weapon].

It's just that when the demand side expands, the experience gains will be shared.

In itself, such as the [passive] need of physique, the income points obtained flow into many aspects such as strength, endurance, speed, etc.

If the second demand is filled in with a similar one, I'm afraid it will be more expensive than expensive.

If you are ruthless, you can also fill in a talent requirement or something, but talent is such a mysterious thing, and Maude doesn't want to take risks.

I don't think I can decide in a short time.

However, Maude actually knows very well that he is more inclined to the choice of knife skills, but because there are only a few grid requirements, he has to choose carefully, and he will not make a decision so quickly.

His direction of consideration is also very simple, that is, under the same conditions, a knife must be harder than a fist.

Another key point is length.

Thinking about this, a picture couldn't help but come to Maude's mind.

The little stickman scurried around in the crowd for a while, shaking out pieces of afterimage, and shouted: I can show you that your scalp is numb.

The little stickman with knife skills directly took out a long and hard thing, and said disdainfully: Mine is longer than yours.

This is the end of the conversation.

Maude's mind returned to reality.

"Take your time."

Habitually tell yourself not to rush.

As long as you are patient enough, success is not as difficult as you imagined.

Smack.

The lights came on suddenly.

Maude's eyelids twitched, and she saw Sunny reflected in the mirror.

The lights were turned on by Sonny.

I was too focused on thinking, but I didn't notice Sunny going downstairs.

Looking at Sunny in the mirror, Maude apologized, "Did you wake you up?" ”

Sunny shook her head and said, "I didn't sleep." ”

"It's all at this point, you haven't slept yet?"

Maud was a little surprised.

Sunny suddenly stopped talking, instead looking at the mask and armband on the sink.

Especially the mask, if you don't look closely, you might think it's the mask of Arthur's work.

Seeing Sunny looking at the mask and armband, Maud turned around, blocking Sonny's vision without a trace, and at the same time changed the subject, teasing:

"You haven't slept so late, you can't be waiting for me to come back, right?"

"Yes."

Sunny seemed to lack the subtlety that she should have as a girl, and nodded directly in acknowledgement.

Maude was stunned, then laughed and quipped, "Oh my God, you shouldn't like me?" ”

Sunny gave him a blank look and walked straight to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry, make me something to eat, and make an extra one by the way, Thor may be back later."

"You go first, I'll come later."

Maud smiled and came down, ready to take the mask and armband to the upper room.

..........

The Mad Hatter Auction Venue.

The black smoke had cleared, and the scene was messy.

Surrounded by a group of men, Becky is holding a half-eaten Devil Fruit in his hand.

Because of the indescribable taste, his facial features were slightly distorted.

At his feet, lying on his stomach was a middle-aged man who had been shot several times.

"Becky!"

The middle-aged man looked up with difficulty, glared at Becky, and said, "A guy like you who started by moonshine ......"

Becky looked at the middle-aged man coldly as he swallowed the other half of the Devil Fruit.