"Navy? It doesn't matter what happens, doctor. ”

Now that Alsace has not been rewarded, the killing of a navy in the Kingdom of Pelt, presumably, has not been discovered.

He didn't have to hide from the Navy at all.

But he did want to live as a pirate, and it was only a matter of time before he was rewarded.

"Come back in the evening, this little guy is a little seriously injured and needs some time."

"You heal it and release it."

With that, Alsace left the infirmary intending to continue training.

The training in the early hours of this morning has not fully recovered from his tired body, so he will not do high-intensity training today.

Back on the street, Alsace looked in the direction of the thunderous gunfire:

"The Navy is coming..."

Thinking of this, Arthas remembered what happened to Pilt, and after lunch, he silently returned to the dock beach with a knife.

There are no gang clashes here, and he can calm down and practice with a knife.

Practicing wielding a knife on the slanting beach, the bandage that wrapped the palms of his hands was soon soaked with Alsatian sweat and blood.

It was getting dark.

“23918，23919…”

You have to be strong enough to dodge bullets or cut bullets.

Blood dripping from Alsace's palm on the sand, and now every time he trained, his mind was a picture of the sea of corpses and blood on the beach of the Pilt Kingdom.

The blade continued to swing in the air, and the knife that had been swung with all its might for nearly 100,000 times in the past few days began to crack.

“27031… Well? ”

Arthas, whose arms were about to be exhausted, suddenly felt this wave empty.

Instantly, the blade burst open, and the tip of the blade plunged into the beach and split into two sections with the hilt.

Seeing that the knife was broken and his arms were bloodshot, he knelt on the beach: "It's broken... Sure enough, the worrying thing happened. ”

After all, it is not a famous knife, and its durability and longevity are far inferior to that of a famous knife.

Ordinary people don't need to wield real knives to learn swordsmanship, and Arthas can understand it.

"Let's do it today, drink!"

At the end of the session, Arthas let out a loud snort and absorbed half of the results of his training, feeling the strength of his arms grow, making him feel that everything he had done was worth it.

There is no plug-in that can only become stronger step by step.

Picking up the broken knife and inserting it into its scabbard, Arthas returned to town to find a blacksmith shop.

In front of the blacksmith's furnace in the blacksmith's shop, the boss put Alsace's knife on the table in sections and examined it, and asked:

"Young man, the quality of this knife is not bad, how did it break?"

"It just broke a few minutes ago."

As soon as these words came out, the blacksmith shopkeeper's face changed slightly, and he looked at Alsace's blood-stained palm in surprise.

"You... You broke it?! ”

"Well, can you fix it? How much? ”

Impossible, such a good knife was actually broken by this skinny little ghost, how many times did he swing it?

It looks pretty new.

The blacksmith swallowed his saliva and felt a little incredulous, and asked curiously:

"Are you a swordsman, boy? If you practice the sword, it will be too self-harming, and you must take care of your hands. ”

Swordsman? Arthas lowered his eyebrows and smiled ashamedly:

"It's just a beginner who practices swordsmanship."

Blacksmith: "......"

"That..."I took out the money bag from my backpack and threw it on the table: "I'm only 2500 Bailey, can you help me fix it?" Can you give me another knife to spare, boss, please. ”

"No problem!" The blacksmith smiled suddenly, put his thick palm on Arthas's shoulder, and laughed haughtily:

"It is also an honor for us blacksmiths to meet a young man like you who has studied swords diligently."

As he spoke, the blacksmith picked out a defective blade in the shop and handed it to Arthas.

"Come and get a knife tomorrow at noon, boy, come on."

"Thank you!"

Arthas left the blacksmith with his knife in hand, feeling in his heart that there were still many warm-hearted people in the world.

The behavior of the blacksmith boss is at least countless times better than that of the Celestial Dragons.

"Defective products are defective products, and they shouldn't be broken for a day."

The gunfire is gone...

At night, Arthas dragged his tired body back to the tavern, and stood outside the door listening to the joyful movements inside.

"Hooray, Boss Becky, this chest taken from Kony contains the treasures of the sea."

"It's rumored to be something called a Devil Fruit."

"Eat it and you'll gain extraordinary abilities, Boss Becky, eat it in front of us to celebrate our victory!"

Devil Fruits?

Is it the fruit of the Superhuman Fortress?

Arthas pushed open the door and walked in, finding that there were many times more people who had taken up Becky than before.

The entire tavern was occupied.

"Huh?!"

"Who are you to dare to break into this place?"

Some of the members who did not know Arthas immediately drew their guns and became vigilant when they saw him.

"Put the gun down, he's the one who has the most credit for this operation."

"What! A little ghost?! ”

"Congratulations, Becky, I'm a little tired and go upstairs to sleep first."

After a brief greeting, Arthas squeezed his way through the crowd to the second floor of the tavern.

Too many noisy people would make him feel uncomfortable, and he didn't want to participate in the carnival because he was tired.

"Well, thank you, Arthas. ”

Becky finished speaking to the crowd and took a bite into the fruit that resembled the castle.

It's such a strange fruit that is so unpalatable, will it lose its ability to swim if you eat it?

Everyone expected Becky to show off his extraordinary abilities.

And Becky, who ate the Devil Fruit, is quickly absorbing the knowledge brought by the fruit.

"Hehe, a good fruit, it's very suitable for me."

"How's it going, Boss Becky?"

"What are you capable of?"

I saw Becky's body begin to change like a castle.

The eyes were like windows, and the clothes and flesh on the chest automatically opened several doors.

"It's become weird... Monsters..."

"Don't be nervous, this is the ability that comes with fruit." Becky grinned, "You only need to touch this door to enter my body." ”

Someone didn't believe it, and touched the door of his chest according to Becky's words, and his body instantly became smaller and was sucked into his body.

"Got smaller? It's really fake..."

"I'm going to try, Boss Becky!"

Returning to his room, Arthas soon found that the noise in the tavern was slowly subsiding.

He knew that it was Becky who used his power to put his subordinates into his body.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to be able to see one of the supernovas grow in person in the future..."

After eating the remaining four boxes of cold barbecue fried rice, he locked the door and climbed into bed and fainted.

Early the next morning, around 7 o'clock.

The early sun shines through the curtains, and Arthas, who is sleeping in bed, wakes up and gently squeezes the soft quilt.

Well? What's going on?

The touch of the quilt has become fluffy? This made him snap open his eyes and look ahead.

There was a sea otter covered in bandages lying next to the bed.

When the sea otter saw Arthas wake up, he waved his little hand to greet him.

"Aren't you supposed to be rescued by the doctor and released? How did I run out of bed. ”