The Pirate Garen

The air suddenly became quiet.

The fishermen were frightened by the terrifying sea beast so close that they even had to control their breathing, and their hands and feet were so stiff that they dared not wipe the cold sweat that oozed from their foreheads.

Galen, Nami, and Wallace also fell silent, but there was no trace of panic on their faces, only indescribable weirdness.

The expression similar to those of the fishermen is the terrifying sea beast that emerges from the sea, the former fighter of the Dragon Pirates, the sea cow moo.

It stared at the eyes the size of a car, and slightly opened its big mouth that could swallow a sailboat in one bite. A human panic expression gradually appeared on the face of a naive cow.

"Hello!"

Galen opened his mouth to break the silence.

However, just as he was about to say a few more words to say hello to this "old acquaintance", Momoo's huge body that hadn't fully surfaced trembled slightly.

"Moo!"

The sea cow mooed softly, and then rewinded and fast-forwarded its own action of surfacing not long ago

Before Galen could speak, the huge bull's head sank straight back into the water.

But within a few seconds, the figure of the manatee mooing underwater also disappeared without a trace in Galen's eyes.

"I couldn't find it when I said how to clean the battlefield. It turned out that this guy fled to other sea areas."

Looking at Momoo's fleeing figure, Galen put the big sword back on his shoulder rather speechlessly.

"That sea beast let us go?"

The fishermen shouted ecstatically: "We are so lucky!"

The cheers of the survivors soon resounded all around, and the "survivors" couldn't help venting their excitement for the survivors.

"Stop yelling!"

Nami couldn't help but stop the group of ecstatic fishermen, and said the truth helplessly:

"That stupid cow was scared away by us, okay?"

"How can it be?"

A few fishermen who had been terrified by the sea cow turned their heads to look at the three of Galen, but they categorically retorted:

"How could such a terrifying sea beast be scared away by humans?"

And a fisherman who calmed down a little bit finally noticed the strangeness on Galen's body, and couldn't help asking in surprise:

"You, why did you suddenly have an extra set of armor?"

"This is my special ability."

Galen answered succinctly.

Wallace frowned slightly, and asked with some concern:

"You don't know Lord Galen?"

"Haven't you read the newspaper?"

"newspaper?"

The fishermen replied in astonishment: "Is this little brother famous?"

"certainly."

Wallace's tone was very serious, "Galen the Knight of Justice" was a news hotspot created by him.

"We did not read the newspaper"

Several fishermen looked at each other, but there were helpless smiles on their faces: "I really don't have money to buy."

"No money to buy?"

Nami couldn't help exclaiming: "A newspaper is only one hundred pele!"

"You guys are even more stingy than me"

The smiles on the fishermen's faces became more and more reluctant, and their voices were also a bit difficult:

"We are all laborers under Mr. Creek, and we only have to work hard."

"I won't have a penny in my hand."

Galen heard the implication in these words, and couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"

As if finding some outlet, the fishermen complained to Galen one by one:

It turned out that the Creek Pirates completely divided the professional combatants and civilians under their command into two classes.

Professional combatants have extremely high welfare benefits and almost unrestricted freedom, while the civilians at the bottom are full-time laborers managed by complete pressure.

These workers have no personal freedom, no dime wages, uniform distribution of living materials, and have to contribute labor to the Creek Pirates

Klick has cultivated more than 5,000 professional combatants with a high sense of identity, strong enthusiasm, and good combat effectiveness through the high-welfare employment system. Big money.

As for the fishermen in front of them, they are the kind of low-level laborers who can't even pay for a newspaper.

The whole content of their life is to make money for the Creek Pirates.

"Isn't this treating people as slaves?"

Galen seemed to see the enhanced and enlarged version of the Dragon Pirates, and he couldn't help saying annoyedly:

"I'm at the right place to trouble Klick!"

"you"

Several fishermen's eyes lit up, and they were so excited that they even changed their address: "Are you a pirate hunter?"

"almost."

Galen did not hesitate to admit his identity.

The fishermen looked at each other with complicated emotions gradually showing in their eyes.

After a brief silence, they all burst out with even more excited expressions on their faces, exaggerated as if they saw an angel descending to earth:

"Please be sure to defeat that demon Klick!"

"We can lead the way for you!"

"That's natural."

Galen replied softly, "I'm here to take Klick's head."

"Stop wishful thinking!"

A loud roar sounded suddenly.

It was the captain of the fishing boat, the old man Dexter, who spoke.

His face was very gloomy, and his tone became extremely sharp:

"I've seen a lot of arrogant pirate hunters like you!"

"The 17 million bounty does not represent Klick's strength, don't come here to die!"

"kindness?"

Naturally, Galen would not be frightened by such words, he just waved his hand casually:

"Old man, don't worry!"

"I'm not the kind of weak person who can't recognize my own strength!"

But Dix was completely ungrateful, and just scolded even more excitedly:

"I kindly advise you!"

"It's still too late to turn around now."

Before he finished speaking, the excited Dex was dragged back by several young fishermen.

While secretly controlling Dix with all their strength, they said to Galen with smiling faces:

"This old man was frightened by that fellow Klick"

"You must not listen to him!"

"Our hope of freedom rests on you!"

Galen faintly felt that something was wrong, but he, who came here to kill people, naturally wouldn't be afraid of a group of ordinary fishermen's tricks.

So he frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, I will naturally solve the Creek Pirates."

Seeing the confident expression on Galen's face, the old man Dex, who was firmly restrained by his companion, thought of something in his mind, and suddenly gave up struggling and resisting.

He sighed helplessly, and looked at Galen with extremely complicated emotions: both worry and hope.

"Thank you, my lord!"

The fishermen hurriedly nodded their thanks, with very flattering expressions:

"We'll show you the way!"

Creek Territory main island.

A tall man with all kinds of shields on his body stood on the pier, and roared to the coolies in a arrogant tone:

"Be careful, all of you!"

"These are the high-end goods Mr. Klick bought from the Great Channel! If they break, you won't even be able to pay for them with your lives!"

"Yes Yes!"

The coolies with heavy loads on their shoulders had to bend their waists a few more degrees, and bowed tremblingly to the shield man in front of them:

"Captain Palu!"

This strange guy who wears a shield as his clothes is the captain of the second combat unit of the Klick Pirates and the "Iron Wall" Palu who is firmly in the third place in the pirates.

Palu was pacing proudly on the pier at this time, showing off his prestige as a senior cadre in front of those low-level workers.

He didn't notice at all that there was an inconspicuous small sailboat slowly approaching outside the harbor full of giant battleships of the Creek Pirates.

"The Creek Pirates are really rich."

Looking at the dozens of huge warships docked neatly in the harbor, Galen couldn't help expressing such emotion.

The Creek Pirates are indeed fat and oily:

Each of the mighty and large warships in the harbor can dwarf the ship of Colonel Smoker, the supreme commander of our Eastern Navy District.

And Klick's flagship "Dreadnought Saber", in terms of size alone, is not inferior to the giant warship that Vice Admiral Garp is riding on.

The expressions of the fishermen immediately became tense.

They all looked at Galen with complicated eyes, as if they were worried that Galen would be frightened by this spectacular scene and run away.

But Galen naturally wouldn't run away, and his eyes were fixed on the transvestite man who was showing off his might on the pier.

Galen's sailboat kept approaching the pier, and finally docked slowly on the shore.

Tiebi Palu, who was busy working as a supervisor, finally noticed Galen's strange sailing ship, and subconsciously cast a vigilant look.

And Galen had put on his armor long ago, stood at the bow of the ship with a big sword in his hand, and looked at Palu without flinching.

The atmosphere at the pier suddenly became subtle.

However, this brief calm was immediately broken.

It wasn't the knight Galen or the iron wall Palu who broke the calm, but the fishermen who had been following Galen.

They scrambled to jump out from behind Galen, and ran desperately to Palu.

Before the fishermen had run the full distance, they couldn't wait to call out to Palu:

"I'll report it!"

"Yes, a pirate hunter has sneaked in!"

Two other fast runners had already reached Palu's side.

They immediately turned around and pointed straight at Galen who was still standing at the bow, with a fawning expression on their faces:

"Captain, this is the man!"