Windmill Town, an unknown country pub.

A young man with bright blonde hair sat at the bar, his fingers tapping rhythmically.

"Sir, what to drink?"

"Please bring me a cappuccino."

"Sorry, we don't have coffee here."

"Puff ......"

"Hahaha."

"What a hillbilly."

A few strong young men scoffed unhappily.

Beside them sat a table of young and beautiful girls, even though it was cold outside, they were still dressed cool and hot in the house, and a touch of snow white under the trench could be seen at a glance.

A few bold men actually put their hands in.

The girls were still laughing and laughing, as if trying to attract the attention of the hillbilly who had ordered coffee at the bar.

Because the young man with broken blond hair was enough to attract the attention of the whole room with his back alone, his body was too perfectly proportioned, with slender straight legs and white skin like jade.

This killer-like posture undoubtedly attracted the attention of many girls and the jealousy of men, although they thought they were well concealed.

"Then please bring me a glass of sparkling juice." The young man said humbly.

Magino is also curious, what is it like to be ridiculed but not angry, and come to the bar but don't drink?

"Okay, please wait."

As she handed the juice to the other party, Magino glanced at it curiously.

"Plop!"

It was as if my heart had been shaken!

His eyes were resolute and sharp, and a pair of dark eyes quickly glanced at each side, not at all like his humble tone.

As if feeling the gaze, the young man lowered his eyes, and his back looked more low-key, and there was even a feeling of trembling and wanting to be protected.

It's just a pity that his face ......

Magino sighed silently.

If God opens a window for you, He closes a door.

The young man turned and hunched over, bowing to the mocking men in a very respectful manner, as if he was afraid of offending the people in the bar.

Seeing his face, the men's eyes instantly became much softer, and the girls muttered angrily: Back killer!

He wears an ugly iron mask on his face that covers the area above his nose.

The only remaining thin lip is sexy, but when you smile, you can reveal a mouth full of strangely shaped fangs, which is simply disgusting.

Let all the illusions of him be shattered.

"It's the crew of the Pirates."

"There are about twenty people, and fifteen innocent women."

Morgan sat at the bar and calculated with his eyes flying forward, his eyes sharp and sharp.

His hand picked up the juice and felt a pair of curious eyes watching him.

Just glance at it, and remember what the other person looks like.

This is a professional skill that most people can't learn.

With green hair and big eyes, she looks a bit like Zhao Wei, and she is estimated to be fifteen years old, no more than seventeen.

It's the barmaid in this bar.

Bored eyes, everyone's eyes are focused here, and they have to apologize to dispel their doubts.

Morgan complained inwardly about why he had come over and given him such a skin.

If it is the most ordinary public face, the kind that is immediately invisible when pierced into the crowd, it is good, and there is no need to wear such a broken iron mask.

The scouting plan has been in the works for days, and last night I cut off my long flowing hair and turned it into a blond hair that looks a bit like Brad Pitt in the mirror, which is really annoying.

"Miss, do you need a guy to do chores here?"

Morgan poured a large mouthful of sparkling juice and smashed his mouth, feeling like he had drunk a big kiln in his previous life.

He used to not drink alcohol because it would make people intoxicated.

"Sorry, we don't need anyone anymore."

"Bang!"

A pair of large hands covered the rim of Morgan's glass, and a flintlock pistol swaggered on the table in front of him.

"Little brother, I advise you to stay away from Miss Magino, otherwise she will be disgusted at night when she sees your face!"

Morgan shuddered and hurriedly gave up his seat.

Magino frowned, he didn't like this kind of bullying scene, this group of pirates has been getting more and more unruly lately, much worse than before, and there are almost no new customers in the store.

"This is my guest, Mr. Yorick, please don't point fingers."

"Is he a guest? Just a glass of ten Bailey's juice? How much money do I spend a day on you enough to buy a month's worth of his bullshit juice, and I'm not worth a stupid monster in an iron helmet? ”

"Mr. Yorick, you have gone too far, how can you say that to others!"

Magino argued.

Yorick is angry, and he wants to catch the lewd guy and humiliate him in Magino to show her who the real attractive and powerful man is.

When he turned his head, he found that the guy had already slipped away......

"I ran quite fast, if it weren't for the order of that adult, if it wasn't for the cruel words in front of the crew, a little drunkard would have made you kneel under my crotch!" Yorick thought to himself.

On his first day in Windmill Town, he fell in love with this young and energetic woman, and he boasted in front of the crew that he would conquer her with her handsome appearance and superb acting skills.

It's been nearly a month, and I still haven't tricked Magino into bed, and I'm anxious.

Why is it so difficult to deceive when she is just an underage girl? The sailors had already embraced each other, and had tried all kinds of positions many times.

No, I'm going to punish them hard when I go back tonight, don't let them mess around, recently the crew can't help but be more and more pirate nature, which makes the people in the town have a much lower initial good impression of them, and many people have reached the point of disgust!

When the bandits are destroyed and Barcelon Romuel Morgan is found, that Magino and the damn ugly man in the iron mask will be repaired fiercely! Yorick thought to himself.

Morgan was walking down the road, and the bar had been cleared up, so he fled early to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

That Yorick was the nominal leader of the slave group, and the scar on his chest was also due to him, and the number of people in it was about one-third of the group.

Morgan, who was calculating, crashed head-on into a wagon delivering wine, and he looked at the barrels on the wagon thoughtfully......