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His impression of Lukka was the same as that of most pirates, and he didn't expect that the other party still cared about the position of the pirate lord.

"Do you really want to be this pirate lord?" Marlowe asked, rubbing his fingers over his ears.

"yes, or what kind of trial would I be in?" Lukka nodded sincerely.

"But there were a lot of pirates who wanted to join you, so why didn't you accept it then?" Marlowe couldn't believe it.

"At that time, I was afraid of trouble! Just remembering the names of these people was tiring enough, and it was annoying to think about eating and drinking Lazar. ”

Who wants you to eat and drink Lazar? Marlowe looked into Luca's gloomy eyes, and didn't dare to say what was on his mind. Of course, there must have been a layer of stereotype added to this gloom, which Luca's crew never had.

"Aren't you too troublesome now?" Marlowe asked.

"Not really, I'm still troublesome. Lukka poured himself another glass of champagne, "But now I've found someone to help me with these troubles." ”

"So, you're really not here to kill us?" Marlowe was still not reassured.

"Kill you, won't my lord become a loner? as long as it is a pirate who obeys my lordship, it is all his own people, and I will never do it casually. Lukka patted him affectionately on the shoulder.

For most pirates, since they don't have the best strength, it must be a good thing to have a capable lord. It's not that they can't rob without a boss, it's just that Tata Island controls most of the stolen goods, so they don't have much choice.

Even though the lord had scared them not long ago, Lukka had already stated that he would not do anything to his own people as long as he was obedient, and with a few glasses of rum, that fear was gone.

After three rounds of drinking, there were even a few bold captains who ran to the VIP desk with glasses to say hello.

Maybe he drank a little too much, but suddenly a shrill voice said with drunkenness: "Captain Leicester has become a lord, what about the responsibility of the new lord?"

The sound is not loud, but it is very penetrating, and it reaches almost everyone's ears. The person who asked the question, Luca, was no stranger, it was the same skinny monkey captain he had seen a few days ago.

This time, the atmosphere that had finally eased up dropped below freezing again.

"What responsibility?" asked Haken, glaring. He was the only one in the hall who didn't know, and when Captain Marlow announced this, he hadn't arrived yet.

"That's it, it's the responsibility of the new lord to kill Crimson Shadow and avenge the former lord. The thin monkey came up with a wine glass and slapped a few footprints off the butcher's back—he had fallen to the ground several times in the confusion.

Lukka sighed, everyone else avoided the topic, and he didn't know if the skinny monkey was intentional or drunk, so he had to emphasize it again.

Captain Marlowe clearly didn't want this hard-earned comfort to be shattered, and he nodded slightly to Luca, as if to reassure the new lord.

Then he shouted to the crowd, "Everyone!

Are you doing a favor? What about the most basic trust between people? Luca feels that he has been badly deceived.

Marlowe continued:

"You know, people always die. No matter how Lord Leicester dies in the future, even if he lives a long time, he will only be more than a hundred years old, and when he dies, won't this responsibility be completed?"

It sounds a little reasonable, but no matter who you are, it always feels a little awkward to hear others talk about their death like this. It's like going to someone else's child's full moon banquet and telling the parents, "This child is going to die sooner or later", it feels similar, right?

Thinking of this, Luca glared at Captain Marlowe fiercely, and the other party returned with a smug look of "done". As for the malice in Luca's eyes, the other party didn't care at all, anyway, no matter how kindly he smiled, Marlowe would think it was a vicious gaze.

The dinner ended in laughter, and the pirates returned to their ships, and as for how many of them set sail at once, it was a problem for tomorrow, and it would be solved tomorrow.

Lukka did not return to the Peregrine Falcon, and took advantage of the darkness of the night to go straight to the warehouse with his crew. The same Gray followed, and at the banquet he had fallen to the ground in shock of Luca's true identity, and then poured a lot of rum, and now he was barely following behind with a hobbling step.

Entering the warehouse, Luca had to admit that what he had said the other day before he shut up was completely true.

Not only is it true, but the actual situation is even more exaggerated than the parrot described, and in the location of the source of the magic power, the boxes of different sizes are about to be piled up on the roof of the warehouse.

Lukka didn't dare to do anything at all, looking at this posture, if he rummaged casually, maybe tomorrow the word of mouth on the island would be the news that "the new lord was crushed to death by the cargo box last night".

He eventually returned to the Peregrine Falcon, dropping Gray back to the tavern where he was staying.

So the next day, the first order that the main pirates, who had not yet recovered from their hangover and shock, received was to transfer men and tidy up the warehouse.

Rao Luka gathered more than fifty pirates, and it took half a month to tidy up the warehouse. It's not that he doesn't want to find more people to do this, the warehouse really can't hold more people, and sometimes, it's not that the more people there are, the more efficient it is.

The pirates didn't know what the lord was looking for, and even if they did, they couldn't tell which it was. This matter can only be done by Luka himself, and he can't even shut up.

He touched the rows of boxes one by one, and his actions made the onlookers even more puzzled: Is the lord looking for goods, or is he touching the girl?

Finally, in a pile of inconspicuous little boxes, Lukka felt a surge of familiar magic.

He opened the box, and inside was a crystal pendant the size of an egg. It seems that this was the result of a deal between the Empire and Edward Hugh, and neither of them knew anything special about it, so it was put in this treasury to eat ashes.

Lukka didn't absorb the magic inside immediately, and he didn't dare to risk it because he didn't have the gold melt necessary to repair the staff. As for how to find that thing, he has thought of a general direction these days.

Alchemy and chemistry are inextricably linked, and perhaps, the laboratories of the Brohn Empire are the most likely place?

Lukka was still distracted, and a shout to shut up interrupted his thoughts:

"Idiot! Come and see, this empty bottle has been filled with good stuff!"