People are sailing, monster hunters are fighting in groups

The wine was still flowing, and the wine was still flowing.

Albat glanced at the corner of the tavern, with a little regret in his eyes.

In this environment full of strangers, he didn't like to sit in the middle and enjoy the eyes from all directions.

Just like when he liked to sit quietly in front of the window and watch the teacher's lecture in the stand in his previous life, he now likes to stay in the corner when drinking.

Just as Albat was about to find an empty seat to sit down, the pirate who had just opened the door for him suddenly realized the opportunity to show off.

He walked a few steps to the corner, and with a snap, he slapped a stack of Baileys and a pistol directly on the table.

"Take the money and get out!"

"You..."

A Mediterranean man's face suddenly showed an angry look.

But before he could get angry, several pirates surrounded him with bad faces.

The man grabbed the banknotes and said arrogantly:

"Hmph, get out if you want! You wait for me!"

After the bartender cleaned up the table, several members of the Beast Pirates sat down and ordered some food and a few barrels of specialty wine in the store.

Speaking of which, except for Graves, it was the first time for the other pirates to drink at the same table with Albert.

These people were not pretentious at all, and soon began to chat and brag.

When several people were drinking happily, a strange voice came from the door.

"Uncle Moser, give me three pounds of barbecue and three pounds of wine, and everything else remains the same."

A young man who entered the tavern one step later than the voice was about the same size as Graves. He smiled and greeted the tavern owner in front of the bar, and threw a bag full of Baileys on the counter of the tavern. He seemed to be a regular here.

"Here it comes!"

The tavern owner was a bald old man in his fifties or sixties. He looked at the purse in front of him with some surprise and couldn't help asking:

"Pike, where did you get so much Bailey? Didn't you use all your money to buy a sailboat? Where did you get the money from?"

Pike laughed a few times and said, "Uncle Moser, you look down on me too much. After all, I have been in this free town for more than ten years. Isn't it normal to make a little money?"

The old man put the hot barbecue on the table with a tray and asked in confusion: "Money is nothing, but didn't you say you were going to go out to sea today? Why haven't you done it yet? Let's go..."

Pique choked when he heard this, and retorted angrily: "What do you care, old man?"

Old man Moze angrily threw the bag full of Bailey back to Pique, and said impatiently:

"You little brat, I have disliked you for a long time. You learned to drink before you even reached adulthood. Maybe one day you will get drunk and be hacked to death..."

"Also, you paid too much for the wine. This is not a black shop! Take the extra money you gave me, and get out of here after you finish drinking!"

Facing the boss's nagging curses, Pique didn't say much. After putting the purse back in his arms, he picked up the wine glass and drank it.

A few drunkards on the side also came over at this time.

"Hey, Pico, I heard that the boat you're planning to sail on was bought by selling your property?"

"What property... just a few fishing equipment. That guy Zemar actually asked me for 30,000 Baileys for his broken boat... When I become a big pirate in the future and let the name of Senior Pico resound across the sea, I must come back to settle accounts with this black-hearted guy!"

Senior's voice was extremely loud under the influence of alcohol.

Albert, who was not far away, heard this and couldn't help turning his head to look at Senior Pico.

Senior Pico? Senior Pico, the tough guy of the Don Quixote family?

"Brother Albert, are you interested in that kid?"

Seeing Albert glanced sideways in the direction of Senior, the very perceptive younger brother immediately came up to him and asked.

"A little bit. I always feel that this kid can become a famous man in the future."

Albat didn't expect that in this tavern, he could actually meet the tough guy who left a deep impression on him in the original book.

"Forget it, let's talk about the future later. Let's drink first!"

Albat turned around and raised his glass, "Come on, have a few more drinks. Today's consumption will be paid by me, Albat!"

"Oh~ Cheers... Cheers to Brother Albat!"

The atmosphere at the wine table of the Beast Pirates was immediately pushed to a climax. For the pirates,

Someone invites you to drink, which may be the happiest time of the day.

On the other side, Senior Pique was drinking while telling the drunkards around him about his future plans.

At this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded outside the tavern, and several middle-aged men with red faces and swords kicked open the door of the tavern.

"Resounding through the sea? Hahaha..."

"Little devil, you are really good at bragging, and you are planning to settle accounts with me in the future... Come on, I'll give you a chance today, hit here!"

Senior Pique's words made his face red.

He knew that these guys were drunk and deliberately looking for trouble, but he was drunk and didn't think about it. He picked up the bottle on the table and blew it on Zemar's face.

Snap, the bottle was broken, and several streams of blood instantly flowed from Zemar's face. The severe pain made the drunkenness in his body dissipate a little.

"Looking for death!"

Zemaer pulled out the pistol from his waist angrily: "I'm going to kill you today, you ignorant kid."

Bang!

The bullet pierced the air, and Senior Pique jumped up to avoid the attacking black bullet.

"You stinky boy, you dodge quickly! I told you to dodge!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Flames spurted out from the muzzle continuously, and suddenly, bullets flew everywhere in the tavern, and food and wine were scattered all over the floor.

Seeing this, everyone in the tavern dodged, fearing that the bullets would fly to them.

But even so, many people were injured.

Senior Pique was accidentally shot in the calf because he did not dodge in time, and his movements slowed down a lot.

Zemaer looked at Senior Pique, whose forehead was sweating, grinning with yellow teeth, and his blurred eyes were full of cruel smiles.

"Still running, kid, I'm going to kill you today!"

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

"Son of a bitch! If you can't shoot accurately, go to hell and practice more!"

Beside Albert, the pirate brother was holding a cup handle angrily, and the musket in his hand was still emitting white smoke.

"Damn it, it's finally my turn to toast Brother Albert, I've raised my cup, and you bastard dared to break my glass!"

Bang bang bang!

Two shots to the chest and one shot to the head, even gods would be worried.

The pirate brother's shots were without any emotion, purely personal grudges.