The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates Chapter 50

two weeks later,

"Well, ahead should be Odense, the capital of Acanlia, the 'land of fairy tales'."

Rossi at the top of the mast was holding a telescope, observing the ups and downs on the sea level, and after comparing it with the chart in his hand, he confirmed that the voyage would finally reach its destination successfully.

It has only been a'short' two weeks to sail here from Spedamaruz, but Rossi and others have already encountered 4 sea battles. Although there are reasons for the deliberate dissemination of information, the chaos in this world's sea area is also evident.

These 4 waves of pirates are just quite satisfactory, and there are no strong players with tens of millions. But the combat power is not vulnerable, so Rossi and others have been trained a lot.

At least everyone's artillery experience is soaring.

"Is it finally here?"

When Rossi slid down from the top of the mast and told the situation about his arrival at the destination, Torrebol, who was leaning next to the captain's cabin, was shaken.

"Great, let's find a tavern and have fun!"

Sailing all the way, with strong winds and waves, and frequent battles, even in his spare time, he was pulled by Rossi to exercise and fight... For Torrebol, the "easy" time on land seems to have been a thing of his previous life.

Every day is eating, sleeping, exercising, and fighting pirates... an infinite loop, which almost exhausted Torrebol.

"Woo ha ha ha, okay, I'm going to have a drink too!"

Compared with Torrepol, who was originally a "civilian", although Diamanti's body can still hold up, he still needs to relax his tense nerves along the way.

The two hooked their shoulders, and their laughter was full of "relaxation items" that can only be understood but cannot be described in words.

"You two, don't harass ordinary people."

In this regard, Rossi is not easy to ask, but just told Torrepol and Diamanti not to play any tricks like molesting women from good families. As for the short-term 'love' that you love and I want, then he can't control it.

"Who stays to watch the ship?"

"Let me do it,"

The shrill Pica was sitting on the deck. As long as he didn't speak, his burly body was still very oppressive.

"I'll leave the trade to you, Dover."

"no problem,"

Dover pushed his sunglasses. As one of the two 'chiefs' of the Don Quixote family, he is also working hard to learn various knowledge and skills.

"Then I'll follow Dover,"

Virgo nodded. As the head of the family, how could Dover not have a 'follower'?

"Hey hey, don't worry."

Torrebol bowed his head and leaned over.

"Come over and help Dover when I'm done—haggling is my strong point."

No, no, bargaining aside, you've accidentally exposed your 'soon' secret, Torrepol.

half an hour later,

The Don Quixote slowly sailed into the port city of 'Odense'.

Since this city is known as the "land of fairy tales", it is naturally full of fairy tales: a row of white piers are like the keys of a piano going deep into the sea, and the continuous buildings on the seashore are piled up of wood into various geometric figures, all painted in bright colors .

On the white round tower mill, four red vertical wings slowly rotate.

Coupled with the sky-blue castle halfway up the mountain, and the white peaks at the top in the distance, it seems that finding a painter is not a problem.

In the port of the city, there are more than a dozen merchant ships moored. The porters are like hard-working ants, moving the goods from other kingdoms in the North Sea off the ships, and then loading the agricultural products from the five inland countries of the "Entegri Union" on the ships. .

When the 'Don Quixote' docked at the pier, Rossi jumped off the ship immediately before setting up the pedals, waved his back to everyone on board, and mixed into the flow of people on the pier alone.

The quiet river runs through the city, red maples with red leaves are planted on both banks, there are sparse white birches, and long weeping willows blowing the water.

Passers-by are walking hand in hand, or strolling leisurely, children draw chessboards on the ground, jumping up and down, poets sitting under trees write lines of words on paper, and old people who set up canvases sway paint...

Art is everywhere.

"The scenery is good, and the humanities are also very good, but I don't know if there are any strong ones."

Rossi is more willing to fight to improve himself than talking about business and doing business, watching the scenery and seeing different countries. —Of course, it would be even better if you can meet a famous teacher.

It's a pity that during this period of time, almost all the "famous teachers" that Rossi knows are working **** the great route, and even the training classes for Mr. Kai, who is Liuying in January and the three sticks, have not yet been established.

What's more, with Rossi's current foundation, a thunderous gossip will directly raise ashes.

You don't even need to think about being beaten and entangled by the comprehension tyrant.

While thinking about future plans, Rossi casually walks through the city: not simply wandering, but preparing to evaluate the possible family power through the strength of the gangster.

However:

"Isn't this too 'clean'?!"

Standing outside an alley, Rossi was surprised.

He deliberately selected complicated areas and turned around in dark alleys, but he didn't even meet a single person who looked like a 'bad', let alone 'thugs'. This made Rossi couldn't help but look up and look around the alley. .

Didn't see the camera...Damn it!

Now is the chaotic era of great voyages, and the world is even more chaotic than the future era of the "big pirate" because of Roger's words.

Because after the era of the "Great Pirate", a large number of pirates all flooded into the great route, either died at the hands of their peers, or went to the city of Jinjin to eat their prison meals.

Such a peaceful city is simply unscientific!

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

A voice sounded behind Rossi, causing the muscles under his clothes to suddenly tense!

It was obviously a female voice that made people feel 'gentle', but Rossi's face was extremely ugly.

Because before the other party made a sound, he didn't notice anyone approaching.

Be a master!

"Sorry, I'm lost."

When she turned around, Rossi had put down her guard, scratched her hair in embarrassment, and showed a 'shy' smile.

On the street a few meters behind him, there is a man and a woman.

The woman was tall and slender, wearing a simple black and white long dress, her golden fluffy long hair was scattered behind her back, and the ends of her hair were orange red. There was a gentle smile on his face, and his purple eyes were full of concern.

Next to him was a young man in a suit with short curly black hair. With a flowered scarf around his neck, he stands upright like a pine, and he has a serious personality at first glance.

"Lost?"

A woman in her 20s stepped forward and squatted down. Her elegant clothes could not conceal her noble temperament. She gracefully lifted the hem of the skirt with one hand, and stretched out the other hand in front of Rossi in a friendly manner.

"Where is your home, I will take you back."

"if-"

Before Rossi could answer, the lady took the initiative to speak again.

"If you have nowhere to go, come with me."

"Miss,"

The curly-haired boy next to him suddenly stepped forward, stood in front of Rossi, and stretched out his hand to stop the lady from "picking up people" on the street.

"The charity auction is about to start, please don't keep the guests waiting."

"···All right."

Being forcefully separated by the boy in the suit, the lady could only stand up helplessly. The next auction is related to the funding of the orphanage, so we can't keep the guests waiting for a long time.

"Little gentleman, if there is no place to go back—"

The lady who just turned around and was about to leave worriedly turned around and told Rossi,

"The 'White Sand Orphanage' passing here can provide you with warm beds and bread. Please rest assured, as long as I am in power...cough, there will not be and should not be wandering children in the entire Odense."

"Little Pique, let's go."

As the tall lady and the young attendant turned and left, the smile on Rossi's face disappeared.

Although this noble lady has elegant manners, sincere eyes, and gentle tone, her fighting power is definitely not weak! Because there was clearly a pair of white high heels under her long skirt, but there was no sound when she walked.

He's a master at kicking!

And that curly-haired boy gave Rossi the feeling that he had encountered a 'kind'.

It doesn't refer to the devil fruit capable person. It is different from the powerful but pure-minded lady. That boy, like Rossi himself, is a person who is good at disguising, assassinating, and having blood on his hands.

Wait... Little Pique?

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Rossi's eyes flashed.

The boy's appearance overlapped with a gentleman who hadn't put on baby clothes yet.

Could it be...Senior Pique?

Chapter end

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