The Black Duke of the Pirate

Val Dorentin, a native of Bell Tower Village on the southern coast of the Kingdom of Polkaya, is seventeen years old and 1.92 meters tall. He wears fisherman's clothes all year round and has the childishness and delicacy of a boy. Although he looks rustic, he follows the dawn and wanders around.

After five years of living, the timidity in his eyes has long since disappeared.

Vickbulat is a native of Bell Tower Village on the southern coast of the Kingdom of Polkaya. He is nineteen years old and 2.5 meters tall. He is currently the deputy captain of the soldiers in the city defense town of the Kingdom of Polkaya. He carries a long sword on his waist and wears the unique clothing of a soldier captain, all in bronze.

The skin sets off the tall figure, and the eyes reveal a powerful aura from time to time.

These are two completely different temperaments, as distinct as ice and fire.

Arriving at the tavern, Moser's voice came over.

"Brother Mingxiao, here."

At dawn, several people walked over, and Mozer smiled and greeted them one by one. They were already very familiar with each other on weekdays. Bratt and Röntgen were not polite, and walked directly into the tavern and started shouting: "Old man, everything is as usual, thirty pounds

Cooked food, thirty pounds of wine."

The youngest gopher and Eddie also ran in.

"Come on, come on." The owner of the tavern is an old man in his 70s or 80s. He is running the business with his granddaughter. He is completely defeated, but his body is still strong. He looked at the six people headed by Mingxiao and smiled.

stand up.

Moser took the bag full of Baileys and threw it on the bar.

"Mozer, where did you get so many Baileys?" Röntgen was a little surprised. All of Moser's money was used to buy sailboats. Where did he get the money now?

Mozer laughed loudly: "Roentgen, you look down on me, Mozer. After all, I, Mozer, have been living in Bell Tower Village for more than 20 years."

Mozer continued to greet the people at dawn and sit down: "Come on, come on, don't worry about so much, I won't go home until I'm drunk today."

"Old man, hurry up." Mozer couldn't help but urge, and a long-haired girl struggled to carry the wine barrel to the door.

"Slow down." At the moment when the girl was about to fall, Mingxiao walked over and caught the barrel.

The girl's face turned slightly red: "Thank you, Brother Liming."

After a while, the old man put the hot cooked food on the table with a tray: "Mozer kid, didn't you go to sea today..."

Mozer choked, thought of what happened today, and replied angrily: "I want you to take care of it, old man."

The old man shook his head: "Young people today are all crazy..."

Dawn poured a large sip of wine into his mouth and felt much better. The wine in this world was not strong enough at all. As a wine lover in his previous life, he rarely drank low-alcohol wine, but in this world, he could only do as the Romans do.

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"Mozer, did you get that boat by selling off your family property?" Several people drank several large bottles of wine, and Mingxiao couldn't help but ask.

"There is no family property, just a few fishing tools. It is impossible to fish. It is impossible to fish in this life. I want to become a great pirate and let Bourscheid Moser

The name resounds throughout the sea!" At this time, Moser was extremely heroic under the influence of alcohol.

"Resounding throughout the sea? Li Hahahahaha..."

Suddenly, roaring jeers sounded in the tavern. They were several middle-aged men armed with swords and axes, and they were famous bandits nearby.

The green wine bottle jumped over, leaving a mess on the table and oil stains spilling out.

"You guys, you really know how to brag, hahaha."

Mozer blushed, knowing that those people were drunk and deliberately looking for trouble, but without any fear, he picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it over.

Bang, the big man was hit directly on the top of his head and blood flowed out.

"Kid, are you looking for death?" The big man stood up angrily and waved the ax on the table: "I will teach you a lesson today, you little kid who doesn't know how to live or die."

The ax blade suddenly pierced the air. Mozer did not react and looked at the dark cold light in surprise.

At this moment, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and the ax in the big man's hand shifted strangely and hit the wine table.

The wine table was torn apart, food and wine were scattered all over the floor, and the tavern was inexplicably quiet.

"Excuse me, is there any more wine?" A man over two meters tall walked in from the door. He was wearing a dark green cloak and had a pair of eyes that people would never forget.

Mingxiao turned his head and was shocked. His sharp features, the scarlet tattoo on his left cheek, and his eyes that were as steady and domineering as the abyss, all clearly revealed the identity of the person coming.

Everyone looked at him and were stunned. The man was at least two meters tall, wearing a cyan cloak. He walked without making any noise. Just looking at his back, there was an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

When did he come in... No one, including Mingxiao, noticed.

The bandit man's eyes were angry just now, but when he met those eyes, there was a bone-chilling chill in his heart that ran straight down his back.

Fortunately, he ignored everyone at all, so the bandit man felt at ease.

Why did he come here? Is it a coincidence? Mingxiao murmured to himself.

"Yes..." The old man was stunned for a long time. Hearing the deep voice of the man in the cloak, he quickly ran to greet him, and soon a lot of wine and food were served.

Dorag ignored the looks of others in the tavern and sat down at the corner. Mingxia looked at him in surprise. Although he was sitting there quietly, he felt like a vortex, always surging.

With this momentum alone, how many people in the world are there?

"Go to hell, uncle." Seeing that the man ignored him, the big bandit man reacted and swung his ax to kill him angrily. This was going to be a serious beheading. Mozer's life was at risk. As the bandit leader of Bell Tower Village,

No one has ever dared to humiliate him like this.

"Here's the knife." Bulat quickly handed over the sword at his waist. Mingxiao held it behind his back with his left hand and made a swipe. He pulled it out and slashed at the big man's arm holding the ax. A cold light was like the clear brilliance under the moonlight, and then

Blood splattered.

Bang... the ax fell with a sound. The big man was stunned for a moment before he felt great pain. The arm holding the ax was severed from the joint by the blade and fell to the ground, squirming.

When Mingxiao held the handle of the sword with his left hand, the scattered memories of swordsmanship in his body came one after another in his mind and kept flipping through the combination. Not only did this inherit the original owner's practice of swordsmanship, but it also reflected his two lives and many years of martial arts.

The realization of practice.

"Big...brother..." Several other men exclaimed, carrying steel knives and slashing at him.

"Huh..." Mingxiao breathed softly, and the thought of feeling the will of the blade finally jumped out. He opened his eyes in vain, rolled the blade of his left hand in a circle, and swung it directly towards the big man with the broken arm.

The slight wind sound was like the crisp sound of a steel knife. Dorag, who was eating and drinking at the side, finally noticed this scene and couldn't help but admire: "My brother is good at swordsmanship!"

The voice was very soft, but it was extremely loud in the extremely silent tavern.

The long and narrow blade stopped in the big man's neck, and the big man was so shocked that his soul was shattered.

At dawn, he watched several angry bandits rushing towards him, but he put the knife into its sheath and sat down. Brat understood that these garbage did not interest his elder brother at all, so he sank his right shoulder and drew out the long knife.

Sheath, his body is burly, more than two meters tall, and the 1.5-meter blade dances in his right hand.

Puff puff puff... The sword flashed, and several bandits lay down. No one was intact. Bulat's swordsmanship style is very tough, which has something to do with his temperament, but it also comes from his physical skills that are different from ordinary people all the time.

The training only involves a few simple chopping moves.

"Stop, stop..." The big man endured the pain and stopped the movements of his remaining companions.

Brat glanced at the bandits with cold eyes: "Get out!"

The bandit left in disgrace. Brat put the knife into its sheath and shook his head: "This knife is too light and uncomfortable to use."

He didn't like this kind of knife because he couldn't use his strength advantage. His strength was originally much greater than that of ordinary people, and coupled with the training plan specially formulated by Mingxiao, he had already surpassed his peers by far.

Dawn picked up a bottle of wine and threw it at Dolag at the corner: "Please drink this bottle of wine."

Dorag stretched out his hand to catch it, with the tattoo on his left face looming: "Thank you very much, brother."

Dawn smiled and turned around to ask the old man to come and clean things up again.

"Brother Mingxiao, why don't you kill them." Mozer took a sip of wine and finally woke up from the panic.

Mingxiao shook his head and chuckled: "Not everyone is worthy of your sword."

Moser nodded mechanically, but he obviously didn't understand.