I sell my skills in Pirates

Hawkeye put down the chess piece and sighed, "Mr. Karl, how strong are you?"

Mr. Carr gave Hawkeye the impression that it was like a bottomless pit, which could never be explored.

No matter what aspect you are, you will always feel like a beginner.

Carl laughed, "Buy a book, it's the fastest shortcut." "

Thinking of the thousands of books in the bookstore, Hawkeye shook his head and smiled:

"Mr. Karl must be lonely too!".

This is all the feelings of Hawkeye after talking about swords, his current kendo realm is like standing on the top of a mountain, and the swordsmen in the world are still looking up at the foot of the mountain.

No one can walk with it, the gap is just too big.

And Mr. Karl gave him the feeling as if he had flown out of the clouds, another extreme.

"The world would only be more boring without Mr. Karl, right?!".

Hawkeye expresses a kind of loneliness, and it is also the loneliness of all the swordsmen in this world.

Carl looked at Hawkeye in a daze, and blinked in confusion, he didn't know what Hawkeye had suddenly done and said something that people couldn't understand.

He's just a book seller, and he's not lonely.

The only boring thing is that I haven't sold ten books yet, so I can only stay on this isolated island and can't go out and surf.

"In that case, you really don't plan to buy two more?".

Carl asked again.

Hawkeye smiled and said, "I know that I will never be able to catch up with Mr. Karl, so it is better to stay in the current realm and wait for someone who can catch up with me, someone who can let me use my sword, and hope is greater." "

Three days and three nights, three hundred and sixty-one pieces on the chessboard.

Hawkeye brought his sword god's artistic conception to the extreme, but when it came to one hundred and eight sons, he had no way to get down, and he was defeated.

"No, Mr. Karl, let's have another game, I have to beat you. "

This seems to have become an obsession in Hawkeye's heart now.

Carl laughed, "Does it make sense? You're number one now." "

Hawkeye said: "Of course there is, there is the world's No. 1 Mihawk, but there is no Mr. Karl, ask for a sword and ask for a heart." "

Hawkeye only wanted to win over Mr. Carl's son, and he and Carl had one hundred and eight sons, and the son was defeated, which strengthened his determination.

He is regarded as the world's first by the world's sword heroes, and this kind of firstness has no meaning to him.

Carl shook his head with a wry smile, Hawkeye was too obsessed to sell him another book.

One hundred and eight pieces are still standing on the chessboard, and Hawkeye is defeated on the chessboard.

Now that Hawkeye no longer has the heart to buy books, there is no need for Carl to continue to guide.

On the chessboard, he sunspots.

Hawk-eyed white.

Although Hawkeye went first, he couldn't win against the first son.

It's already a trapped elephant.

At this time, Karl abandoned the black and took the white and put it on the chessboard.

Smack!

Instant life!

The situation of layers of siege collapsed immediately!

Hawkeye stared at it in horror, he thought about the siege game of three days and three nights without being able to fall into a single son, he thought it was already a dead game.

Mr. Carr unexpectedly dismantled it with one son.

Is this victor more than a son?

"Worthy of Mr. Karl!".

Hawkeye was completely convinced, and the depth of its meaning had long been beyond his sword god realm.

Carl looked up and noticed the two men in the boat.

"Karp?".

Karl was vaguely impressed.

"Haha...... It's finally over, Mr. Karl, the old man has been wanting to see you for a long time?".

"You want to buy books?".

Carl asked curiously.

"Of course, after the old man learned the Seven Wounds Fist from you last time, the feeling of increasing his strength was indescribable. "

"It's just a small problem, the old man's body seems to be able to withstand only thirty times the increase, I wonder if Mr. Carl has any books on cultivating physical fitness?"

"Yes, yes, but that's not for me to decide, it's up to you to make it. "

Karl said in a flat tone.

"Oh~".

Karp said with a little regret: "Then the old man can only try his luck." "

Uh-huh~

Sengoku looked at the chatting happily, and Karp, who left him aside, immediately reminded him.

Karp glanced back at Sengoku and said with a strange expression

"What's wrong, are you not feeling well?".

Uh~

Sengoku felt even more embarrassed, Karp was so stunned that he couldn't even understand this basic hint.

"You're Karp's friend, aren't you?".

Carl asked aloud, easing the awkward atmosphere.

Karp reacted at this time, pulled Sengoku to his side, and introduced with a smile

"He is the old man's best friend, the marshal of the Navy Headquarters, and the Warring States. "

"Sengoku, this is the Mr. Karl I often mention to you!".

Karp looked at him and whispered, "Scream, scream, don't even know some basic social etiquette." "

Sengoku glanced at Hawkeye, who was almost middle-aged, and Karp, who was already in old age next to him, and he couldn't understand how the two of them could shout the words 'Mr. Carl' so naturally.

The young man in front of him was obviously only about twenty years old.

"Carl... First... raw..."

Sengoku twisted and pinched, gritted his teeth and shouted.