The air fell silent all at once.

The fishermen were so frightened by the terrifying sea beasts that they had to control the frequency of their breathing, and their hands and feet were so stiff that they didn't dare to wipe the cold sweat oozing from their foreheads.

Galen, Nami, and Wallace were also silent, but there was no panic on their faces, only an indescribable oddity.

Similar to the expressions of those fishermen was the terrifying sea beast that emerged from the sea, the former combatant of the Dragon Pirates, the big cow moo.

Its eyes the size of a car, its mouth slightly open to swallow a sailboat, and a humane expression of panic gradually appeared on the face of a cute cow.

"Hey!"

Galen opened his mouth to break the silence.

However, he was about to say a few more words to say hello to this "old acquaintance" when Moo's huge body that had not yet fully surfaced trembled slightly.

"Moo!"

The manatee mooed softly, and gave a rewind version of its own action that surfaced not long ago...

Before Galen could speak, the massive bull's head had already sunk straight back into the water.

In just a few seconds, the figure of the manatee mooing and sinking underwater disappeared without a trace in Galen's eyes.

"I couldn't find it when I said how to clean the battlefield, it turned out that this guy had fled to other seas."

Galen looked at Moo's fleeing figure, and was a little speechless as he put the greatsword back on his shoulder.

"That sea beast actually let us go?"

The fishermen cried out in ecstasy: "We are so lucky!" ”

The cheers of the aftermath of the catastrophe soon resounded all around, and the "survivors" couldn't help but vent their excitement for the rest of their lives.

"Stop yelling!"

Nami couldn't help but stop the group of ecstatic fishermen, and reluctantly told the truth:

"That stupid cow was scared away by us, okay?"

"How is that possible?"

Several fishermen, who had long been frightened by the sea manatee, turned their heads to look at the three Galens, but retorted categorically:

"How could that terrifying sea beast be scared away by humans?"

And a fisherman who had calmed down a little finally noticed the strangeness of Galen's body, and couldn't help but ask in some surprise:

"Y-why do you suddenly have an extra set of armor on you?"

"This is my special ability."

Galen replied succinctly.

Wallace, on the other hand, frowned lightly and asked with some concern:

"You don't know Lord Galen?"

"Haven't you read the newspaper?"

"Newspapers?"

The fishermen replied with some astonishment: "Is this little brother a famous person?" ”

"Of course."

Wallace's tone was very serious, and "Galen, the Knight of Justice" was a hot news hotspot he single-handedly created.

"We really haven't read the newspapers..."

Several fishermen glanced at each other, but they all had a helpless smile on their faces: "I really don't have the money to buy it." ”

"Don't have the money to buy it?"

Nami couldn't help but let out an exclamation, "A newspaper is only a hundred Baileys!" ”

"You're even more slamming the door than me..."

The smiles on the fishermen's faces became more and more reluctant, and there was a bit of hardship in their voices:

"We are all laborers under Master Crick, and we only have to work hard."

"I won't have a penny on my hands."

Galen heard the overtones in these words, and couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?" ”

As if they had found some catharsis, the fishermen complained to Galen one by one:

It turns out that the Klick Pirates have completely divided their professional combatants and civilians into two classes.

Professional combatants have extremely high welfare packages and almost unfettered freedom, while civilians at the bottom are full-time laborers who are completely coerced and managed.

These laborers have no personal freedom, no dime wages, a uniform ration of subsistence supplies, and labor for the Klick Pirates...

Through the high-welfare employment system, Klick has cultivated more than 5,000 professional combatants with a high sense of identity, strong motivation, and good combat effectiveness, and at the same time, he has relied on high-pressure policies to squeeze a huge amount of money from the low-level civilians to maintain the operation of the pirates.

As for the fishermen in front of them, they are the kind of low-level laborers who can't even pay for a newspaper.

The whole of their life is to fish for the Klick Pirates and make money.

"Isn't that just treating people like slaves?"

Galen seemed to see an enhanced and enlarged version of the Evil Dragon Pirates, and couldn't help but say with some annoyance:

"I'm the right one to trouble Click!"

"You..."

Several fishermen's eyes lit up, and they were so excited that they even changed their titles: "Are you a pirate hunter?" ”

"Almost."

Galen did not hesitate to admit his identity.

The fishermen glanced at each other, and a complex emotion gradually appeared in their eyes.

After a brief silence, their faces erupted with even more excitement, exaggerated as if they had seen an angel descend to earth:

"Please go and defeat that demon Klick!"

"We can show you the way!"

"That's nature."

Galen replied softly, "I came to take the head of the Crick. ”

"Don't be delusional!"

There was a loud roar, but it suddenly rang out.

It was the captain of the fishing boat, an old man from Texas.

His face was very gloomy, and his tone became extremely harsh:

"I've seen a lot of arrogant pirate hunters like you!"

"The 17 million bounty doesn't represent Klick's strength, don't come and die!"

"Huh?"

Galen was naturally not frightened by such words, but waved his hand nonchalantly:

"Don't worry, old man!"

"I'm not the kind of weak person who can't recognize my own strength!"

But Tex didn't appreciate it at all, and just scolded him even more excitedly:

"I'm kind enough to persuade you!"

"It's time to turn around now..."

Before he could finish speaking, an agitated Dirks was dragged back by several young fishermen.

While they secretly tried to control Tex, they said to Galen with a smile:

"This old man was scared by that Trick guy..."

"Don't listen to him!"

"Our hope of freedom is in you!"

Galen faintly felt that something was wrong, but he naturally wouldn't be afraid of the small actions of a group of ordinary fishermen.

So he frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, I'll naturally deal with the Klick Pirates."

The old man Tex, who was firmly restrained by his companions, looked at the confident expression on Galen's face, and he didn't know what came to mind in his mind, and suddenly gave up struggling and resisting.

He sighed helplessly, looking at Galen with a mixture of emotions in his eyes: both worry and hope.

"Thank you, sir!"

The fishermen hurriedly nodded their heads in thanks, and their expressions were very flattering:

"We'll show you the way!"

........................................................

The main island of the Clic Territory.

A tall man with shields of all kinds stood on the dock, and roared at the coolies in a swaggering tone:

"You all be careful!"

"These are the high-end goods that Lord Crick bought from the Great Passage! If it breaks, you can't afford to lose your life! ”

"Yes, yes!"

The coolies, who were carrying heavy loads on their shoulders, had to bend their waists a few more degrees and salute the shielded man in front of them with trembling trembling:

"Captain Paru!"

This strange guy who wears a shield as clothes is the captain of the second combat detachment of the Klick Pirates, and the "Iron Wall" Palu, who sits firmly in the third position in the Pirates.

Palu was now pacing the docks proudly, showing his prestige as a high-ranking cadre in front of the low-level laborers.

He didn't notice that beyond the harbor filled with the giant warships of the Creek Pirates, a small inconspicuous sailing ship was slowly approaching.

"The Klick Pirates are really rich..."

Galen looked at the dozens of huge warships neatly docked in the harbor, and couldn't help but let out such an emotion.

The Klick Pirates are indeed fat:

Each of the mighty warships in the harbor dwarfs the ship of Colonel Smoker, the supreme commander of our Eastern Naval District.

And Klick's flagship "Dreadnought Battleship Sabre" is not inferior to the giant warship that Vice Admiral Karp is riding in terms of size alone.

The fishermen's expressions immediately became tense.

They all looked at Galen with complicated eyes, as if they were worried about whether Galen would be frightened by this spectacular scene.

But Galen naturally wouldn't run, and his eyes were already fixed on the transstevert man who was showing off his might on the docks.

Galen's sailboat kept approaching the dock and finally slowly docked on the shore.

Tiebi Paru, who was busy working as an overseer, finally noticed Galen's strange sailing ship, and subconsciously cast a wary look.

Galen had already put on his armor, stood at the bow of the ship with his sword, and looked at Palu without flinching.

The atmosphere at the pier suddenly became delicate.

However, this brief calm was immediately shattered.

It wasn't the knight Galen or the ironclad Paru who broke the peace, but the fishermen who had been following Galen all along.

They scrambled to leap out from behind Galen and ran desperately in front of Paru.

Before the fishermen had finished their journey, they could not wait to shout to Palu:

"I'll report it!"

"Yes, there's a pirate hunter mixed in!"

Two other fast runners had already run to Palu's side.

They immediately turned around and pointed straight at Galen, who was still standing at the bow of the boat, and an expression of great flattery instantly appeared on their faces:

"Captain, this is the person!"