Pirate: My shadow can hang up

In the palace of King Goa, he stood at the window and stared into the distance.

Wherever you look at this moment, there are shouts and shouts on the execution platform, there is silence to welcome death, and some of the ordinary people watching even clapped their hands and applauded.

The Kingdom of Goa is a country with a strict hierarchy and a huge gap between the rich and the poor. This is also related to the policies implemented by the rulers. Even in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, nobles and civilians must be separated.

A small number of nobles occupy most of the kingdom's resources, while most of the common people are crowded together and live a tight life.

This also led to the fact that the common people did not have much sense of identity with the country. The common people wished that all the nobles and their eagles and dogs would be killed.

"Your shadow is back and is being settled..."

[Income: Sword Intent 1302+25→1327 (Swordsman Level )]

[Income: Physical energy 886+21 → 1007 (elementary haunted by evil spirits +100) (first level freak)

[Income: Breath of the Moon 1290+31→1311 (Shisi type)]

[Income: Armed color domineering 1024+12 → 1036 (reaching the pinnacle)]

[Benefit: 812 + 15 → 827 (mastery) from knowledge, color and domineering power]

[Income: Overlord Color and Dominance 802+11→813 (Mastery)]

[Special benefits: Dimensional fragments 0+0→0, (not reaching the synthesis standard)]

"Your wannabe shadow power player hangs up in the world, and I brought you [Slime Suit] x 10!"

The voice in his head brought Moriah back from his thoughts.

The one with the power of shadow? My name is Shadow, and I am a person who lurks in the shadows and hunts the shadows...

It's good to be a middle-level player, but with strong strength as support, he can really pretend.

Closer to home.

As for the slime suit, it should be the costume worn by the members of Shadow Garden. It looks very good and is a trophy-increasing artifact.

A thick pile of black jelly-like clothes fell on his hand. Moriah simply looked at it and found that it was highly similar to its shadow form.

It's best to have someone try it on.

Knock knock knock!

At this time, the door was knocked from outside.

Moria raised his hand and put the slime suit closer into the space.

"Enter."

"Squeak!"

After getting Moria's permission, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a figure walked in from the outside.

"Master, here is the coffee I just made for you." A girl said from behind Moria.

Moria turned his head, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The black cheongsam with beautiful patterns hugs the body tightly and has a perfect figure. In the gap between the two swings, the white legs are looming.

There are many kinds of charms and swaying postures.

"Is it Baccarat..." Moria looked away and sat down at the table.

Baccarat put the coffee in the tray on the table, and then stood beside the table, holding the plate in her hand, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes, like a maid serving the master.

"Be careful…"

"Hiss-" Before Bakala could finish her words, Moriah took a sip and almost vomited it back.

Burn your mouth.

"hot…"

"Master, let me blow it for you. It will make you cold faster." Baccarat made a gesture to take the cup from Moriah's hand.

"Alas." Moriah hurriedly hid the cup. It was so ambiguous and unacceptable.

While refusing, Moria changed the subject: "Bacara, you came just in time. I just have something for you. No one has tried it yet. You put it on and I will see how it goes."

"What?" Sure enough, Baccarat was aroused by Moriah's words.

Moria took out the slime suit and said, "Put this on and let me see the effect."

Although she was a little confused about what this dark thing was, since it was Moria's request, she didn't hesitate at all.

Seeing Baccarat's movements, Moriah was stunned again and said quickly: "What...are you taking off your clothes for?"

Baccarat looked confused, how could she get dressed without taking off her clothes?

As if seeing Bakala's doubts, Moria put the slime suit into her hands.

“Feel it, wear it.”

After hearing Moria's words, Bakala closed her eyes and controlled the suit with her thoughts. The next moment, the black suit seemed to come alive and walked directly against her body.

Within a moment, its body was completely wrapped, except for its head.

Moria's eyes lit up when he saw this.

The black uniform tightly wraps the body and outlines the graceful figure. It looks very visually impactful, sassy and elegant.

It looks like a black patent leather tights, very beautiful.

"This..." Baccarat raised her hands and looked down at the clothes that were tightly wrapped around her body but did not feel any sense of restraint. Her eyes were full of surprise.

"Yes, it suits you very well." Moria nodded and praised with a smile.

What did you just say? Did you just give this to her? Baccarat has a good memory.

Baccarat thought this in her heart, still thinking about it in her mind, feeling warm and sweet in her heart.

"Master, what happened in the last competition..." Baccarat struck while the iron was hot and wanted to make Moria fulfill her promise. She had agreed to it last time, so how could she let go of this opportunity.

"Hey, after half a day, the coffee has gone cold. Tsk, tsk, it tastes good." Moria immediately used the magic of changing the topic: "Bacara, you have been standing here for a long time, don't be restrained, sit down quickly."

Being disturbed by Moriah, Baccarat found it difficult to speak.

Baccarat bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment.

It always stirs up people's hearts and emotions invisibly.

But they just dig and don't bury them.

Moria secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he was smart, otherwise...otherwise...

The next moment, Moria was stunned.

His thighs suddenly felt soft, accompanied by a delicate fragrance that hit his nostrils. Then he lowered his head and saw a figure sitting in his arms.

"Um…!?"

I let you sit, not on my lap...

Moria couldn't tell her expression and said: "Bacara..."

"Master, I'm here."

"Tell me, what do you like about me? Can't I change it?" Moria stopped pretending and showed off his cards.

"I... I like everything about the master. I also like the way the master works. In my heart, he is the most handsome person in the world... I even like the smell of the clothes!" Baccarat seemed to be opening her mouth. Like a chatterbox, he said everything at once. It’s not as good as it sounds!

Moria was praised by this burst of praise. Although he had reached the level of honor and disgrace, he was still a little arrogant here...

Wait...smell? Are you sure this isn't a pervert?

Be sure to count the clothes in the room when you go back. Maybe someone has a change of clothes...

Just as Moria was thinking this, she lowered her head and met a pair of loving eyes mixed with a hint of resentment.

Then a pair of hands hugged the back of his neck, and his delicate cheeks gradually rose closer.

Seeing Moria's unresponsive reaction, Baccarat felt happy. Since there was no resistance or pushing her down, it meant that there was a chance...

squeak…

At the same time, the door was pushed open from the outside again.

"Ship...uh, um...it seems I came at the wrong time, sorry to bother you."

As soon as Lafitte entered the door, he saw the two of them stacked together, and they seemed to be doing something good. He reacted quickly and wanted to exit immediately.

The two of them were also startled by the sudden movement. Baccarat turned to look at the person who came. In the meantime, Moria also stood up and said to Lafitte who wanted to go out:

"No, you came just in time!"

It's already like this, and it's no longer good to rely on others. Baccarat stared at Lafitte, with fire in his eyes.

If I had known better, I would have used the luck of a few strangers in advance. Maybe by this time, the rice would have been cooked and a project worth hundreds of millions of dollars would have been negotiated.

What bad luck!

Lafitte smiled awkwardly, something bad had happened, it seemed that he had offended the other party to death.

"Um...Bacara, I still have something to do here, so you should go down first." Moria took the opportunity to say.

"Yes." Baccarat nodded. Suddenly, she glanced at Lafitte and said, "I still have some leftover coffee. The navigator came from afar and worked hard all the way, so I will serve it right now. "

Look at this guy, he was usually called Mr. Navigator, but now Mr. has been removed.

Lafitte is a smart man. He immediately thinks through all the possibilities of what is going to happen. Of course, he cannot agree.

With such an expression of deep hatred, I don't know how many additives will be added to the coffee.

Baccarat went out angrily, while Moriah smiled and asked Lafitte: "Did things happen in an instant?"

Lafitte also came to his senses after hearing this: "Everything has been processed. These are the 100 million berries prepared by King Goa, and there are also some gifts for the captain."

Just glancing at the big box in Lafitte's hand, Moriah nodded: "Pull out part of it and give it to the injured guys, and give the rest to Robin for safekeeping as common property on the ship."

Speaking of the injured people, Moria asked again: "How are those guys doing?"

After Moria said this, Lafitte had no intention of bringing the box. Hearing the former ask about the condition of the wounded, he replied: "With Luo's ability and the help of Hogubak, they have all been cured. It will probably take three to five days to recover..."

"That's good…"

The words were divided into two parts. At the same time, a carriage was heading towards the Windmill Village along the mountain road of Mount Colbo.

Although the mountain road was bumpy and not very easy to walk, the carriage walked smoothly on the ground, as if it had an engine installed.

"Hurry up, hurry up." The young man sat in front holding the carriage, while the middle-aged man behind him urged anxiously.

When the young man heard this, he slapped the horse on the buttocks with the branch. After the pain, the horse ran faster.

Fortunately, we have already descended from Mount Colpo. If we were driving on a rugged mountain road, we might have fallen into an abyss.

"Tap tap tap tap..."

The rapid sound of horse hooves sounded in Windmill Village, attracting a kind of sideways glance from the villagers.

Finally, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the tavern. When they got out of the car, their legs could not stand straight, and they were trembling as soon as they landed on the ground.

Squeak!

After waiting for a while, they opened the door of the tavern and saw a few guests sitting sparsely in the tavern.

At the bar, a familiar figure was wiping the plates with a wet towel.

"Guest, would you like something to drink..." Maginot looked up and saw the same familiar figure, and then felt inexplicably panicked.

She thought about the memories of being bullied by several people a few days ago, thinking that the other party was here to cause trouble this time.

"this…"

Before Maginot could speak, Saron had already knelt down on the ground with a plop, wailing loudly. Regardless of whether it was crocodile tears or not, he was bursting into tears anyway.

Those who didn’t know thought they had been greatly wronged.

"That...Ms. Maginot...I'm blind, I deserve to die, please show me your noble hand, adults don't remember the faults of villains, I won't dare to do it next time, never again!"

Saron begged with tears streaming down his face while slapping himself wildly. The young man next to him imitated the others, but could not learn the essence.

Although dignity is shattered to pieces in this way, in the face of life, dignity is worth a lot of money.

Other people in the tavern were also attracted by this scene, but they did not leave, but became even more energetic.

Maginot was also frightened by the scene in front of her. For a moment, her dissatisfaction with the person in front of her was reduced by most.

"Get up first and let others see what he looks like."

Maginot's tone was still very gentle. She looked at the interested guests and quickly greeted them.

"If you don't agree to let us go, we will never get up like this. We will repent until you calm down."

Hearing this, Maginot was even more confused and a little bit dumbfounded: "You guys should get up first, this will affect my business, and I will be angry, and I will never forgive you!"

Although Maginot didn't know the intention of these two people here, listening to their few words, the implication was that they wanted something from her.

After hearing the words, the two looked at each other, thought for a while, then stood up, and the crying stopped suddenly, just so quickly.

"What happened yesterday was actually like this. Because you sold things cheaply and offered profits to customers, all the customers around you were robbed by you. This led to the vegetable vendor next to you crowdfunding a lot of money. Please let me kick you out of the market..."

Saron told the whole story of the incident and promised:

"In the future, as long as you forgive me this time and you still want to sell, I will send someone to deliver the things to you overnight. If you want to experience life, the market will want to show you that, and those who are plotting against you this time , I won’t let any of them go!”

"Is that so?"

It's been a long time, and Maginot still hasn't figured out what this 180-degree change in attitude is for. Looking at the frightened look on the other person's face, what is he afraid of?

"And we have prepared some gifts!" As he said, Saron winked at the young man beside him. The latter immediately understood and moved the large and small bags off the carriage.

There are so many different things, but they all have one thing in common.

valuable.

"I just forgive you... Why did you prepare so many things..." The other party had this attitude, and it was impossible for Maginot, who was kind-hearted, not to forgive, and she felt a little embarrassed for a moment. Why did she prepare so much? She didn't dare to accept the things.

After hearing that Maginot forgave them, Saron's expression suddenly changed again, and his hanging heart finally let go.

So, he smiled flatteringly and said: "When the time comes, please give the lady and the gentleman a few kind words, and we will stay here. Thank you very much!"

Having said this, Maginot was confused again:

"Huh? That adult? What are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)