On the vast expanse of the sea, a small black dot moves at a rapid pace like a shark's exposed dorsal fin. If you look closely, it turned out to be a person stepping on a charred wooden board.

Izawa looked fixedly at a small red dot in the distance, it was the burning slaughterhouse.

"The chaos here still needs to be solved by the people here. And the only way to resolve this chaos is for a new pirate king to emerge. Planck may not be the only one, nor the best, but when I decided to give him back the Bilgewater cutlass, I already knew the answer. The sea breeze mixed with heat was blowing through Ize's hair, making him feel like he was one step closer to the chaos of Billgewater.

"Smack."

Finding a place where the fire could be smaller, Izawa jumped onto the shore. On the murky docks, rows of sailboats lie still in the bay, gently swaying with the waves, but they have returned to their most primitive form, which is the planks.

The fire on the dock was still burning wantonly, and billowing smoke and dust rose into the air. And in the smoke, there is always a person walking unhurriedly.

The noisy heavy winch that used to connect the slaughterhouse to the city of Bilgewater, where processed seafood was transported to the market in hanging baskets, was no longer bubbling fish, but strings of blood-dripping corpses, like rags, swirling in the wind. But to the instigators who hung the corpses, they were no different from fish going into the water. On the side of this heavy winch, there was a person who walked intently as if he hadn't noticed the Shura field.

The Butcher's Bridge, the two gangs that fought here before didn't seem to have a winner, and they were still fighting like crazy, but it was obvious that the number of people had decreased sharply, and it was estimated that it would be a matter for a while. With the sound of the entrails falling to the ground, a figure calmly crossed the Butcher's Bridge.

The Butcher's Bridge connects the two major ports of Bilgewater: Rat Town and Green Harbor. But it doesn't seem necessary to go to Rat Town, the figure came out there not long ago.

The streets of Qinggang are full of wreckage of people and animals, filthy and foul-smelling, in fact, not only Qinggang, but the whole of Bilgewater. The figure stood on the street of Qinggang, as if carefully identifying the location, and suddenly his eyes lit up, like a small alley walking.

Then, as if he had found his target, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he walked forward.

It was a tavern, in a dilapidated state of disrepair, and it was probably not a place for anyone with a little taste to come, and it should be the place where the dirtiest paupers and drunkards came. Only half of the two title pages on the tavern door were left alone, and there was a "click" sound with the wind in the alley. Of course, this tavern is also the same as the street outside, and the last thing that is lacking is corpses.

The figure walked straight to the tavern, did not enter, and stood quietly outside the door as if in a trance.

"A big barrel of eclipse rum!"

"If you're still alive to sit here and drink, why not have a good drink?"

As if he remembered something, he sighed lightly and shook his head slightly, "I don't know when it will be... When I opened the door, the old pirate was still sitting in his seat, gulping down his wine and telling me his story... ”

"Bang."

He pushed the door open and entered, and to his surprise it was not empty, but the room was filled with roars, footsteps, gunsmoke, and flying wood chips. It was a team of pirates who had been fighting all morning, like halftime on a football field, using it as a makeshift foothold.

The pirates looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly pushed the door in, and couldn't figure out how a person could be here, he should have been smashed to pieces outside, at least in their opinion.

As if he didn't see a group of pirates in the house, the figure walked straight to the bar, but didn't notice it, then walked to the back kitchen, still didn't find it, and then opened the curtain of the back kitchen and walked out.

"Excuse me, I wonder if you can lend me a barrel of rum?" The man pointed to a large wooden barrel at the foot of one of the pirates and said politely.

The pirates were stunned at first, then into a collective burst of laughter, and then...

"Bang!"

A pirate shook his hand without raising his head to shoot a shot, and without looking at it, he picked up a huge wine glass and poured a few sips, "There are a lot of people with abnormal brains today. ”

There was no dull sound and screams that a bullet should have made into the body.

"Yes, there are indeed a lot of abnormal people today." The figure smiled, "But I still hope you can lend me a barrel of rum." ”

There was a clatter of tables, chairs, and wine glasses, and the pirates all stood up, sharpening their knives one by one, their eyes shining.

"You can see you're reluctant, but I'm sorry, my friend is still waiting for me." The figure finished speaking and walked straight to the table with the barrel...

———————————————————————————— the waters of Blue Flame Island, the brig "Call Girl" is on board.

A candlelit cabin in the dim light. A man covered in blood staggered to his feet, calmed down before steady, looked around at his surroundings, and stood motionless with no expression on his face. Suddenly, he grabbed a reddish scimitar from the chair next to him and pushed open the hatch.

The sudden sunlight really burned his eyes, and then he saw the two people in Class A who were staring at him coldly.

"Give me a boat, doom, I still have work to do."

In the eastern waters of Blue Flame Island, on the mound swept up by the Heman Current.

The mound that had once been covered in seaweed had dried up in a few days after the aquamarine had been deprived of the aquamarine, and covered it like a tachy-brown rag, and a figure with a large wooden barrel appeared and walked straight into the depths of the mound.

At the end of the mound, there were faint traces of blood that had dried up for a long time on a stone gate, but this did not seem to be the end of his life, he entered the corridor behind the stone gate, and walked silently in the dark. I walked for a long, long time, so long that I thought I had been going around in circles. He didn't get lost in the darkness, though. Two identical stone doors appeared in front of him, and he grinned as if he remembered something, then hesitated for a moment, pushed open the stone door on the left, and dodged in.

Then there was a long silence, and finally there was an exclamation, "XX, that's how Jace flew down." ”

The lake at the end of the road, since Tamkench and his younger brothers left, the water was as calm as ever, and the edge of the lake was full of vivid greenery, as if it had been dialed out on a painter's palette, as if it were flowing slowly.

"You're here." A figure sat cross-legged on the edge of the lake, not surprised by the sudden fall from the sky. It was the old instructor who followed the Pirate King's side when he was in Rat Town.

The figure suddenly became sad when he saw the small mound buried in the greenery, and without speaking, he slowly stepped forward and gently placed the barrel in his hand on the ground.

"I'm here to accompany the old pirate and drink."

By the lake, a young figure sat on the ground, gulping down wine. There was also a wine cup on the ground, which was about to be spilled when it was full.

"Old instructor, didn't he already know."

The old instructor looked at the young man who was calling his name in front of him, his shirt covered with stains and blood, and his hair was knotted as if it hadn't been washed in days, not at all like what he had heard from his own captain.

"Yes." The old instructor knew what he said.

"Then you have to pay with your life?" The young man took another big sip of wine.

"There are some things that come at a price to learn that are big enough to cost one's own life." The old instructor stood with his hands in his hands, "And, that was his last order as captain." ”

The lake fell into silence again, and time passed little by little.

After a long time, the young man staggered to his feet, shook the empty wine barrel, sighed dejectedly, and looked at the small mound that was incompatible with the surrounding greenery, "Old pirate, I don't know when I will come to you for a drink next time." His tone suddenly lowered, "Besides, I don't know if I can come again." ”

After speaking, the young man took a deep breath, and the flame of fighting spirit seemed to be rekindled in his eyes, and he bowed respectfully to the mound, and turned around and walked towards the Yongdaokou.

"By the way, I've given the Billgewater cutlass to Planck again, and I hope he can learn it." In the narrow corridor, the young man's last words echoed.

And this small mound has become an absolute forbidden place in Bilgewater, and your ship may be able to reach the twelve seas of the Valoran continent at will, and can easily deal with all kinds of strong winds and waves, but it must not be close to the dozens of nautical miles of this mound. A small number of people only know that this mound is a gift from the Heman current one year, and there is a labyrinth of corridors at the end of which is a lake full of green life, and there is a small mound on the edge of the lake, and on the small mound there is a neatly folded pirate captain's suit. Moreover, there is a grave keeper who is called the old instructor.

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