Pirates: Become Invincible From Capturing The Marine Goddess

Lynch's hearing was very good and he could vaguely hear the voices of two women in the grass in the distance.

"Pudding, you are indeed here tonight. Mom asked you to come."

"Ah?! Sister, listen to my explanation."

Pudding was only 10 years old at this time, and seemed to be in a hurry when faced with her sister's questioning.

"Tell me, does mom want you to take the opportunity to manipulate your husband's memory?"

Little Pudding hesitated and hesitated in the face of her sister's sharp beautiful eyes, but was finally defeated.

"Then...then I can tell you, but you can't tell Mr. Lynch."

"Don't worry, I won't let my husband cause trouble for you. You are also my family." Garrett comforted her.

"Uh-huh."

Pudding organized his talk for a while and said timidly: "Mom said that Mr. Lynch would not be wary of children."

"She wants me. She wants me to find an opportunity to modify Mr. Lynch's memory when he lowers his guard."

As if he was afraid that Garrett would misunderstand, Pudding quickly added: "It's just a slight modification. It will only make Mr. Lynch more friendly to our Cake Island."

"Mom said, my ability is still very weak. Facing Mr. Lynch's memory, it is the limit to be able to modify it a little."

"If I continue to modify it, not only will I be unable to do it, but Mr. Lynch will also restore the modified memory and notice it."

After saying that, Pudding held the corner of his clothes with his little hands, lowered his head nervously, and waited obediently for his sister's scolding.

The imagined blame did not come. Garrett gently stroked Pudding's light brown hair and said, "It's getting late. You should go back first. The Cake Island is currently lightly guarded. Remember not to run around at night."

"Sister, don't you blame me?" Little Pudding raised his head in confusion and intertwined his two little hands.

"Why should I blame you? You were just forced."

"Okay, don't let sister worry, go back quickly."

After seeing Pudding off, Garrett went straight to Lynch's room, gently opened the door, and whispered: "Husband, are you asleep? If not, I have something to tell you."

Lynch unfolded the quilt on the side, patted it and said, "Lie down here and say it."

"I heard the conversation between you and Pudding just now." Lynch held Garrett's pretty face and said, "Thank you."

Between an old husband and wife, sometimes there is no need to say too many words, just a look is enough.

Just like now, Lynch understood that Garrett was on his side, and Garrett also understood that for her sake, her husband seemed not to care about this little move with her mother.

"You...don't blame mom?"

"Weird, of course it's weird." Lynch said softly: "You should know Linlin. She is a woman who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. She would rather lose her husband and kill her children than she does. I would be surprised if she didn't do that tonight."

"Just for you, I am willing to forgive her this time."

"Husband..." Garrett looked at Lynch lovingly.

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After the tenderness, Lynch sent Garrett away.

"Oh, it's not in my own territory. It's still inconvenient after all."

Lynch looked out at the night, feeling the heat in his heart, and quickly recited the Heart Clearing Mantra silently.

"The heart is like a green well, the sky is like water, and the mind is like the flying maple leaves of Songdao.

"The fragrance of Muto orchids outside the window is like the love of Iijima."

"Withered leaves, young oranges and pear gauze are thin, and fallen flowers fill the sky with sea wings."

"Butterflies dance across the western fields and soar thousands of miles away. Maria is reflected in the small lake, and warblers fly back to the small spring with colorful wings."

Later in the night, Tom Cat slipped in through the crack of the door like a thief and was caught by Lynch.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Spreading his hands, Tom Cat held up a sign with a look of despair on his face: [Long Bread can't learn my cooking skills, and he won't let me go either alive or dead. 】

Tom Cat recalled the process of teaching his disciples and wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his head.

It's really difficult to teach a disciple. If it weren't for a hundred delicious hams, I would never accept another disciple again.

It doesn't understand. It's obviously the same raw materials and the same steps. He almost teaches the long bread step by step.

The result was that the soup he made was well received by everyone, and the soup made from long bread was poisoned and knocked out seven people.

The soup looks exactly the same on the surface, but it has different consequences after drinking it.

Tom swore he wasn't sneaking around.

After all, I am also a cat with professional ethics. If I accept the ham, I must teach him well.

"Then how did you find the opportunity to leave?"

Tom Cat was writing and drawing on the wooden sign. The picture showed a scene of people in the kitchen falling to the ground, and a skull was drawn on the soup in front of them.

[The people in the kitchen drank the soup from the baguette and were all poisoned and fell into a coma. Later, Baobao seemed to be crazy and dared to drink the soup he made. Then he also fainted and I came out. 】

Looking at the people lying on the board, Lynch twitched his lips and said, "Well, it seems that Tom's cooking skills are really not something that ordinary people can learn."

Poor Baguette, this may be the greatest difficulty he will ever encounter in his career.

Hopefully he won't waver in his career.

The steps are obviously the same, and the ingredients are the same, except that the soup I made is poisonous. Which chef wouldn't go crazy?