His steps were heavy, as if he had an innate strength. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info's huge cloak shrouded his body, and surprisingly he didn't dress himself up like most captains, he even looked a little delicate. The most surprising thing about Maffeo was that he was tall, not as tall as people on the Arad continent should be. If possible, Maffeo thought that maybe only Carl and Freya would be able to meet him in the eyes.

"Sir, I appreciate your personality for not complicating things, and that's a virtue. He stepped down through the pedals, paused on the beach, kept a distance from Maffeo, and spoke.

"You...... Uh, Captain Damon?" Maffeo's tone was visibly uncertain, he thought he had seen the devil, but the other person didn't seem to be a devil. He didn't wear the captain's hat, he didn't have the beard that captains were happy with, and he didn't even have bits and pieces on his body that a captain should have. He only carried a telescope with him, but it was strange to Maffeo because it was a pair of binoculars, and there had never been a telescope of such a strange shape on the mainland.

"Everything has its own answer in everyone's heart, and maybe in the eyes of others, I am an out-and-out devil, robbing, killing, and abusing people. But you'll hear from some people that "Captain Damon is actually a very quiet man, and he doesn't love killing and pillaging." In that case, so I'm sure you already have the answer in your heart. He spread his hands and smiled lightly.

Maffeo doesn't know how many times he's met such an unpredictable person, and he doesn't like this kind of guy because he has a deep obstacle with you at all times, and these obstacles may one day turn into a sharp knife straight into your chest, and they are dangerous. "So, will you grant my request?"

"I remember we're not trading now, are we?" he said to Maffeo, who said to the bearded man.

"Yes, Captain. The bearded man nodded in salute.

"Then please hand me over your things. He actually stretched out his hand and motioned for Maffeo to hand over the plate to him.

"You haven't answered my question yet. ”

"I have a lot of options, and it's so stupid for a stupid captain to let out the news that he got that thing about the apostles, does he think anyone can have it?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's not worth my boats to pursue, he's a worthless bait, and I've never had any interest in it. He smiled sarcastically.

Although Maffeo tried his best to restrain the waves on his face, his heart was still a little shaken. He knew that he couldn't take on this seemingly young but experienced guy with his experience, so he just wanted to bring all his attention back to where he was at the moment. "What you said doesn't seem to have anything to do with us now, at the moment, this thing is in my hands, and you want to get it, then hurry up and leave here with this half of the copper plate, and then it's better never to come back. ”

"I'm not interested here, and in fact, I would never have come to this barren place if it weren't for the monks who were spreading word about the apostles here. He looked up at the sky and looked at the sun, as if to tell the sun that all this was just sand in his eyes.

Maffeo did not understand him, if such a rich vineyard could be called barren, then probably most of the continent should be called a slum. Moreover, he seemed to be aware of the existence of the Violent Raiders, but whether they were monks or not Maffeo did not know, as he had never seen them. But it seems that his words are reasonable, he has come here without giving the order to go to the vineyards, and his crew has no intention of exploring the island, what they do is more as simple as just accidentally coming to the island and camping. As for the symbolic shelling, it may have been nothing more than an unintentional attempt by them to experiment with new shells.

"Really?" Maffeo still didn't quite believe him.

"Although I am a devil in the eyes of many people, the devil also speaks of credit. Hand me the copper plate, and I'll get out of here at once. He held out his hand again.

Maffeo took a cautious step, and since he had reached the beach, his crew seemed to have lost the fear of the spirits, and his presence injected them like a shot in the arm, and they became brave and combative. Even if it is a ghost god, they will slash each other without a trace. So at this moment they were staring at Maffeo fiercely, as if they were ready to draw their scimitars and attack him at any moment.

The copper plate just lay quietly in the palm of his hand, but it had a different owner. He took a closer look at the copper plate, and Maffeo just wanted to distance himself from the dangerous creature, so he stepped back. Captain Damon didn't look satisfied, but he didn't show anything out of the ordinary. However, his blistering movements were almost impossible for Maffeo to see—he pulled a silver-plated automatic pistol from his cloak and aimed it at Maffeo's head.

Maffeo reflexively drew his greatsword and tried to parry, as he was no more familiar with the weapon. The surrounding crew thought that he wanted to play some tricks, so they drew their weapons and prepared for the battle.

"Tell me, why did you draw your sword and block?" said Captain Damon smirked.

"Who knows. Maffeo wasn't going to admit it, but he didn't know if it could fool him. He tried to pretend that he didn't know about the weapon, and he held up his broadsword, deliberately revealing the vital parts that would allow him to shoot himself.

Captain Damon looked at Maffeo, the gun in his hand not meaning to be lowered. As long as he pulled the trigger, it would only be a matter of a moment to take the life of the guy in front of him, but he couldn't make up his mind at the moment. He wanted to test Maffeo, but the reaction was unexpected. "Haha, that's funny guy. He lowered the automatic pistol and hid it in his cloak as if by magic.

"First mate, the environment on this island is not good, I think we have to sail to find the next place to camp. Captain Damon turned and walked towards the mast.

"Yes, Captain. The bearded man beckoned his men to pack up all the belongings they had brought to the beach, as if it had been an accident that had come here.

Maffeo gradually lowered his greatsword, and then looked at the chaos in front of him. There seemed to be a reason for their departure, but Maffeo always felt that Kohler's description of the "Devil of the West Sea" might have been a hoax from the beginning. Then he noticed the unusual guns on board, which he had never seen before. He also didn't remember that the Imperial Royal Navy was equipped with these guns, so Captain Damon's identity cast another veil over his heart. He had his own answer, but he wasn't sure.

"Who the hell are you......"