The Terror of the Pirates

Listening to the conversations in the shop, Maud couldn't help but become interested in Thor's origins.

If he was acquainted with big shots like Shanks and was used as a term of respect by Jesus布, he couldn't have been some insignificant nobody.

In just two days since arriving in this world, Maud had come to deeply understand one thing:

In this era of great sailing, with fierce competition and ruthless characters, there must be many more ruthless characters that have not been mentioned in the original work.

To gain a foothold in such a world...

It is no easier than in the world of hunters.

Maud subconsciously clenched the smoothbore flintlock rifle he had begged from Jesus.

With a weapon, the next step is to find a second prey.

But the prerequisite for finding a second prey is having the capital to walk freely outside.

The deterrent effect of a gun alone is not enough.

He knows that although he is a good shot, he does not have the lightning-fast reloading speed of Jesus布.

If he fights someone, he reckons that after firing one bullet, he will have no follow-up.

"Huh?"

Maude's eyelids twitched, and suddenly she thought of an even more important problem.

"There are no bullets..."

Just now, he was so focused on leaving the scene as soon as possible that he did not have time to ask Jesus布 for some gunpowder and lead bullets.

Mordecai sighed.

That night.

The restaurant was brightly lit, the tables were full of delicious food, and the wine in the glasses overflowed with fragrance.

Shanks looked at the wine stains in the wooden cup and sighed, "I have drunk countless fine wines, but only the wine from my hometown can make me miss it so much."

"Why are you still here?"

Thor's eyelids drooped, his face full of disdain, as if he were about to sprinkle it into the dish as a seasoning.

"Don't be so cold, we haven't seen each other for a while."

Shanks put down his wine glass with a smile, as if the verbal sparring from earlier in the day had already faded into the past.

Sunny poured Shanks a refill in good time, while Jesus布 just ate and drank in silence.

As for Lucky Luke, he never came back after carrying the wine back to the ship.

Maud sat in the seat by the wall, feeling grateful that Jesus布 had not left yet, and pondering the right moment to ask Jesus布 for some gunpowder and lead bullets.

Of course, he couldn't ask for them at the table.

After thinking about it, the only opportunity was

"Go to the toilet, go to the toilet, go to the toilet..."!

Maud muttered to herself.

Jesus布, who was drinking, felt a strange tingling.

Hmm? Could it be the large temperature difference between day and night?

He shook his head and continued drinking.

Sol glanced at Shanks' empty left sleeve and said coldly, "I wasn't joking when I said that earlier. For a big shot like you to keep coming over to my side just to buy alcohol will inevitably cause me some unavoidable trouble."

"You're right,"

Shanks looked at the liquid in the wooden cup.

"Have you ever thought about... coming to my ship?"

"Going to your ship?" Thorsnook sneered, "I'm already an old guy who's about to go to the grave, do you want me to go to your ship to spend my retirement? Besides, having a Jesus cloth on your ship is enough."

"Uh, I'm going to the bathroom."

Jesus Cloth couldn't bear the big hat that Thorsnook suddenly slammed on him, and got up to escape temporarily by going to the bathroom.

Maud saw this and secretly thought it was good, and silently followed him over.

The absence of two people at the table did not affect Shanks and Sore's conversation.

"That's right..."

Shanks smiled, unable to refute what Sore had said.

Sore gulped down the wine in his glass and said calmly, "For decades, there have been countless pirates, but in the end, how many of them have a good end? An old guy like me, who has been eliminated by the times, is already content with being able to breathe a little longer every day."

"..."

Shanks was silent.

Sunny muttered, "Old people can still go to Flower Street every day..."

Shanks suddenly smiled.

"Stop talking and eat more."

Saul first glared at Sunny, then glanced at Shanks askance and snorted, 'What are you laughing at? If you understand, don't come back again."

Shanks said seriously, 'Then you can reveal the location of the island where you hide the wine."

"Get lost!"

Corridor.

"Do you need something?"

Jesus布 stood in the doorway of the bathroom, tilting his head to look at Maud, who had followed him.

Maud nodded and spoke in a low voice to explain his reason: "I want to ask you for some lead bullets and gunpowder."

"Huh?" Jesus布 looked at Maud strangely, "This is a weapons store."

If you want a gun during the day, that's fine, but you're coming at night to ask for ammunition?

"That's right, but..."

Mord was at a loss for words for a moment, trying to think of a suitable excuse at the first opportunity, but he did not have the same familiarity with Suni as he did with Saul, and could not shift the blame onto Saul with a laugh.

Seeing that Mord was about to speak, Jesusbu did not pursue the matter, and directly took out a small portion of lead bullets and gunpowder from the ammunition bag.

"Is this enough?"

"Enough!"

Mord nodded vigorously, fearing that Jesusbu might change his mind, and quickly caught the ammunition with his hand.

Jesus布 was a little speechless. It was only a few rounds of ammunition, was it really necessary?

He looked at the lights in the dining room and thought to himself that Boss and Mr. Saul would probably still be chatting for a while, so he simply squatted down in front of the toilet door and took out a cigarette to smoke.

After getting the ammunition, Maud didn't intend to linger, and was going to go to the room on the second floor to put the ammunition away first.

But before she could take a step, she saw Jesus布 hand her a cigarette.

"Do you want to smoke?"

"Er..."

Mord didn't know how to refuse, so he first put the ammunition away in his pocket before taking the cigarette.

Jesusbu exhaled a puff of smoke and, perhaps out of boredom, started a conversation.

"Have you ever considered giving your gun a name?"

Maud thought about it and was about to answer when Jesusbu was cut off: "Well, I always called it my old friend, but I wasn't able to go to the end with it. Guns are not like swords, they are easy to remember.

"Even if you give a gun a loud name, people will remember it, and it is often the person using the gun who is remembered. But I hope you remember that a good gun makes a good sniper. By the way, what are you going to name your old friend?"

"I..."

Mord just wanted to speak, but was interrupted again.

"Actually, I was a little reluctant to let my old friend go, but after I handed him over to you, for some reason I felt an inexplicable sense of relief."

"I..."

"As a marksman, you also need to keep up your physical condition. You can't do it like this, you're too weak."

"I..."

"Eh, what am I doing? With Mr. Thor here, there's no way I'm giving you advice. Haha, by the way, I still don't know what you want to name the gun."

"I..."

"How about Usopp? What a cute name. Actually, that's my son's name. Now that I think about it, he should be about your age."

"..."

The bathroom door was filled with choking smoke.

Mord realized:

When dealing with a drunk talker, don't try to talk.

Just listen.