The Rose Tavern is one of the hottest taverns in the Red Light District.

Aunt Roose is the proprietress of the tavern, two meters tall, with a stout figure like a water tank, and a face full of stubble. Shaving her legs and shaving her beard are the first and second things she does when she wakes up in the morning, respectively. Not only does she look like a stout middle-aged man, but even her voice sounds like a stout middle-aged man.

But in reality, she is a real woman, and she was a stunning beauty when she was young, and even had her own pirate group. It is said that she inadvertently broke into a forbidden place of ancient civilization and was stung by the legendary male demon bee, and the male hormone produced in her body every day is twenty times that of a normal man, making her a pure man.

Since this happened, she disbanded her pirate group and brought a few younger brothers who refused to leave to Sea Blue Star and opened this tavern. Once famous, the Rose Pirates are now the Rose Tavern.

The truth of the story is somewhat unclear, but Gooding has never been able to see the fierce Aunt Roth and the frighteningly high bounty of the beautiful pirate as the same person.

Gooding's part-time job every night is to work as a waiter in the tavern, serving food to customers. However, most people come here just to drink, and there are not many people who order food, so most of the time he is idle.

Pushing the door open into the tavern, it was still full as usual.

"Gooding, you're late again today, the proprietress isn't in a good mood" The bartender at the bar lowered his voice and squeezed his eyes at Gooding.

"I don't think she's in a good mood." Gooding shook his head helplessly and walked straight towards the kitchen.

As he passed by the bathroom, he saw that the door was ajar, and he glanced at Aunt Rouss who was lifting her skirt with one hand and shaving her legs with a razor in the other.

"Haven't you ever seen a woman shave her legs?" Aunt Roth lifted her eyelids, then slammed the bathroom door shut.

Although the business was full in the evening, it was still the same as usual, and there were not many people ordering. Gooding served a few dishes and was completely idle. Seeing that there was an empty seat on the edge of the bar, he sat down and said, "A glass of Milka." ”

"Right away!" The bartender at the bar was named Batende, who was skinny and about the same height as 15-year-old Gooding. But the level of bartending is very high, and at least half of the reason the tavern has so many repeat customers is because of him.

"You like Milka too?" At this moment, a young man to the right of Gooding turned his head and smiled, the young man looked like he was in his early twenties, and that face did not look like a pirate at all, but more like a noble son.

In fact, Milka is a non-alcoholic drink, a mixture of dairy products and fruit juices, which most of the interstellar pirates disdain to drink, even female pirates. Gooding is an alcohol-allergic and a sip of less than 10% alcohol can bring him down and make him fall asleep.

"You don't look like an interstellar pirate." Gooding's gaze swept over the wine glass in the young man's hand, pausing for a moment on the aqua-blue gemstone ring he wore on the middle finger of his left hand, and his heart began to mourn in silence. In a place like the red light district, it is the first criterion not to show money, otherwise someone will not know who did it. And the aristocratic son is the most likely to make this kind of mistake, being robbed is just a trivial matter, and it is possible to be robbed, but even worse is being killed.

"You're not the first person to say that," the "aristocratic youth" smiled faintly, picked up the glass in one hand and took a sip lightly.

In the tavern, there are already several groups of people secretly eyeing this boy.

A glass of pale white and purple Milka came very quickly, and Gooding took the glass and drank it in one gulp. "One more drink!"

"Judging by your age, you should still be studying, right?" "Aristocratic youth" accosted with a smile.

"Well, at the Sea Blue Star Basic Military Academy, I'm about to graduate." Gooding nodded, the young man in front of him was not as arrogant as an ordinary nobleman, which made him a little hesitant to tell the other party to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

"Oh, what about the Military Academy" The noble young man smiled and nodded, but the cold glint in his eyes was fleeting, and no one noticed. However, his cold glow did not seem to be directed at Guding, but his natural reaction when he heard the words of the Military Academy. He covered it up very well and then asked, "Do you plan to join the army in the future?" ”

"No, I want to be an interstellar pirate." Gooding gave the answer almost without thinking.

The "aristocratic youth" was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Interstellar pirates are not so easy to do, not only are they hunted down by the Federation Army, but they are also hunted down by bounty hunters, and there will be fights between them. Isn't it good to join the Federal Army and be able to eat and drink without worrying for the rest of your life? ”

"There are too many rules in the Federal Army, and I still think interstellar pirates are more suitable for me." Gooding shook his head.

"In that case, which pirate group do you want to join? Our pirate group is not bad, should you think about it? The "noble youth" did not name the pirate regiment he was in.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I want to build my own pirate group." Gooding was very decisive in his refusal.

"Yes," the "aristocratic youth" did not look disappointed, but patted Guding on the shoulder, "Then you have to find some reliable partners, no matter how strong a person is, his strength is limited." ”

It's noisy in the tavern, and something weird is going on somewhere in the red light district.

On a silent street, the corpse of a woman nailed to the wall with a long black stick suddenly awakened. After gasping for breath a few loudly, he forcefully pulled out the long black stick stuck in his chest and threw it aside. One hand brushed through her long hair, and between her fingers instantly there was a black object the size of a little thumb, and a look of relief flashed across her face, and she shoved it into her ear.

Inside the tavern, the watch in the hand of the "aristocratic youth" suddenly flashed, which was a sign that someone had asked for a call. The aristocratic young man stuffed the earphones into his ears and pressed the answer button.

"Boss, the mission has failed. The thing was snatched by someone, and it is unclear what the exact force was. I faked my death and got away with my smartwatch. A female voice clearly reached the ears of the "aristocratic youth".

"I know it, let's withdraw, Hai Lanxing can't stay anymore." The "aristocratic youth" did not hide this when he said this, and his voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Hanging up the call, the "aristocratic youth" threw down two star coins and turned to leave.

"Hey, my name is Gooding, what's your name?" Gooding shouted at his back.

"The Judge Pirates—Cord Bullard." The "aristocratic youth" was stunned and turned his head slightly, "I have a hunch that we will meet again." ”

The noisy tavern fell silent in an instant after the "aristocratic youth" reported his name.

(On the second day of the book, I just realized that I had forgotten something very important.) I didn't even ask for tickets~~Well, yes, clicks, favorites, recommendations and all the support I could ask for, I was rolling all over the ground and asking for ~~)