days in the world of pirates

"Right two."

"I can't afford it."

"Four 7s, be punished by this handsome bird's 7 will, explode! Quack quack, I will play another J."

"..."

"I made a tip, I won this one, thank you Mr. Yao."

Pa~

Caesar threw the cards on the table with a look of dismay on his face.

Sweet and cool.

Old demon, NMSL!

"There's no way to play anymore, old demon. I'm the one who's with you. We're teammates. If you laugh, he's the landlord. He's the landlord!"

May I ask what is inside your brain?

I can't even hit two of them, so why did you blow me up? If you blow up, why don't you hit a pair? Didn't you see that I have two cards in my hand and he only has one in his hand?"

If there is anyone on board who likes to play cards all the time, there is no one except Lao Yao.

Now that he has another smile, the lonely old demon finally found a playmate, and he was a little overjoyed during this period.

Especially after Yixiao became familiar with the gameplay of Landlord, he was out of control.

As for the fact that Yixiao can't see this kind of thing, it's not a big problem. All he needs to do is make a slightly special deck of cards.

As a gambler who has almost integrated gambling into his bones, Yixiao has basically integrated the word gambling into all his life. Ever since he boarded the ship, not to mention other things, in just one week, every person on the ship has counted.

, they were all dragged to the card table.

Even Xun is no exception.

The reason why they are replaced so frequently is naturally because no one except Yixiao can stand Lao Yao, a professional who deceives his teammates.

It makes you doubt your life.

For example, Caesar came out of the laboratory today and was dragged to the card table by an old demon who couldn't find anyone. After just 5 games, he began to doubt his life. After 7 games, he decisively chose to abandon his cards to save the dog.

Life.

Otherwise, he is afraid that his next weapon will explode on the spot!

At this time, Caesar, who was the most lovable person on the ship, was able to catch the old demon and scold him. You can imagine how angry he was.

With a smile, he took Caesar's lost money into his own hands. He felt that this ship was indeed much more interesting than anything he had seen before.

Not to mention the battle, the pirates who encountered this battleship can only be said to be unlucky.

In daily life, you can also see that this ship is very different from other navies.

…

Everyone here is talented and speaks nicely, and because of the old demon, almost everyone loses money to him, which gives him a full sense of accomplishment.

Thank you Mr. Lao Yao.

The old demon didn't feel anything at all after being told this, and looked extremely proud.

"A lonely soul never needs teammates, not to mention you are too ugly Caesar, you are not worthy of being my handsome teammate, quack quack."

Then why the hell did you drag me here?

Forget it, there's no point in getting angry with a stupid bird.

The key point is that anger is in vain. You can't hit or scold, but you can't afford to offend, so you can only hide.

A miserable one in capital letters.

Mawson walked out of the cabin, twitching the corners of his mouth, and smiled. If he continues to stay on the ship, I don’t know whether others will become gamblers, but he will definitely become very rich!

After following Mawson for so many years, each of these people on the ship has a high net worth. In just a few days, Yixiao has already won a lot of money. Of course, the main reason for this is that this guy is a fool.

Another point is that Yixiao is very measured. Every time he bets, he doesn't bet big, and he doesn't bet all the time. Otherwise, Mohsen would step in and stop him.

"Okay, old demon, you are the most promiscuous during this period. Awakening your fruit power is not the end. You still have a long way to go."

The complacent old demon felt as if his neck was being strangled, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

After laughing twice, he flew back into the scabbard and made no sound.

As for who Ba Ba is, Lao Yao knows very well and does not need Mo Sen to remind him.

Over the years, not only Mo Sen has made progress, but so has Lao Yao.

With the reference of Mawson and Impel City Jailermon, the old demon's fruit ability development is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Especially under the guidance of Mawson, it devoted all its efforts in one direction...

——Hard, fast and strong!

All in all, it is to maximize the advantages of animal-type abilities. There are no messy and fancy moves. All the purposes are to enhance the hardness, strength and recovery ability of the demon sword [demon ghost] itself.

The fruit ability can be awakened before the war on the top, so that it is not afraid of head-on confrontation with any supreme sharp sword.

Even facing the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard, the [Cong Yunqi] is not useless at all.

It was the awakening of the fruit's ability that gave this demon sword the confidence.

"Just wait for me here. If this ship really appears in front of them, I'm afraid it will frighten them and make them think that they are going to attack them."

Mawson let the battleship stop on the sea, stepped on a surfboard alone, and rushed towards the distance. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a black dot in the eyes of everyone on the Mawson.

After many years, Mawson finally realized his original dream: rowing without an oar, my whole life depends on the waves!

Tsk, tsk, tsk, this style is also full.

…

…

Sphinx Island.

This originally poor island has become busier recently.

People come in and out every day. The villagers on the island were not used to it at first, but then they gradually became familiar with these people, and finally got used to it.

The arrival of these pirates allowed the few villagers on the island to survive, and their lives were much better than before.

Except for the grassland after the back mountain, which is closed to people, there haven't been many other changes.

Well, even the large and small pirate groups that occasionally appeared here have disappeared.

Safety issues have also been taken care of, so what else is there to be dissatisfied about?

On the green grass near the shore, a huge grave mound is raised. In front of the mound, there is a neatly cut tombstone with a person's name engraved on it.

Without any other introduction, just a name is enough for many people to know his past life and how brilliant he was.

On the stone monument, a huge naginata nearly ten meters long was stuck upside down on the tombstone. A captain's shawl hung on the handle, and a fresh garland was put on the collar of the shawl. It looked like someone was cleaning this place frequently.

The sea breeze blew by, shawls and garlands fluttered in the wind, and a delicate fragrance came with the wind.

At this time, in front of the tombstone, a person who should not be here was sitting cross-legged.

He was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and the fragrant smell of wine wafted from the open mouth of the gourd.

His pure white cloak of justice made his identity instantly recognizable.

"Whitebeard, look at how interesting I am. I keep my word and will never break my promise to see you off."

Mo Sen had nothing else in his hand, only the wine from this gourd. He picked up the gourd and poured some in front of the tombstone. The aroma of the wine overflowed.

"This is fifty-year-old wine from Fish-Man Island. I only have two bottles left. I brought this one to you. How about it? Isn't it interesting?

Are you impressed?

It's a pity that I can't wait until you invite me back.

But to be honest, I didn’t expect you to return the invitation. You old guy is a stingy guy and a poor guy. You’ve never invited anyone to dinner or drinks, and you’re always trying to treat your own son. I didn’t expect you to let me go after you left.

Treating you with such expensive wine would be an honor even underground."

Mohsen took a sip himself and poured some on the green grass in front of him.

"What do you think people live for in this life? How many people live their entire lives without understanding it. Many people are not as good as you."

Mo Sen said, looking into the distance and praising: "You have a group of good sons. Although they are not your biological sons, they are closer than many people's biological sons. I'm afraid many people will never know that there is nothing better than themselves and you."

It is more important for your family to live together healthily.

It’s a pity that I can’t go back either…”

The last sentence was spoken so quietly that even Mawson himself couldn't hear it clearly.

Behind Mo Sen, a person stepped over.

Mo Sen didn't look back and still knew who it was. He continued to drink and waited for the figure behind him to stand still.

"Come and sit here, don't worry, if I want to deal with you, that guy Marco won't be able to leave in the Golden City."

Ace was not pretentious. He sat next to Mawson and looked at the tombstone in front of him: "I know, Marco told me about the situation in the Golden City."

"Um."

Mo Sen nodded, took the wine and threw it to Ace beside him.

"This is something that was not easy to drink even when your father was alive. It is one of the most precious items in my inventory. It is a huge advantage for you.

You three brothers used to steal my wine and drink it, but now you can drink it openly."

Tons tons tons tons tons~

Ace didn't hesitate, he raised his head and raised his head, took a few big sips of the wine, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's really a good wine."

He wanted to throw the wine gourd over, but Moson refused: "You and your father can keep it and drink it. Good things have to be shared."

I'm leaving. I promised to see this old guy off, Whitebeard, when I saw him off. As an honest and reliable young man, I can't break my promise."

Mawson didn't say anything else to Ace. As he said, he came here this time just to pay homage to Whitebeard's grave and to see him off. Although the time was a little late, his thoughts were the most important.

As for Ace, he has his own way to go, and there is no need for Mawson to intervene.

"Have you... met Sabo in the Golden City?"

Ace hesitated for a moment, then asked.

Mo Sen didn't look back: "Just as you thought, your brother got the Dark Fruit, and you three guys will never be able to repay what you owe me in this life."

There is no exaggeration in this statement. If it were not for him, the three brothers would definitely be much miserable than they are now. There is still a life-saving grace.

"Thank you, old...teacher." Ace knelt down, his forehead pressed against the grass.

These days were enough for him to think clearly about many things.

Then, Ace stood up and looked at Mawson's back, fire flickering in his eyes.

"I know that my strength is far inferior to yours now. I will definitely challenge you the next time I see you, just like my father, regardless of life or death."

The corners of Mo Sen's mouth raised slightly, but he still didn't look back, and his figure didn't even stop.

Only the sound carried to Ace's ears on the wind.

"Okay, I'll wait!"