I Don’t Want to Be a General, I Choose Buddhism

"Boom..."

And the costumes of Ion and his group that were incompatible with ordinary pirates also instantly attracted the attention of many pirates in the tavern, and the original noisy and noisy atmosphere produced a moment of silence.

"What? Where did the weird guy come from."

The wretched pirate sitting closest to the door turned his gaze away from Ion, watching Ion about to pass by, with an unmoving expression on the surface, but the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, quietly moving towards Ion's feet. Stretched out a foot.

This is also the reason why this wretched pirate chose to occupy this position to drink. Whenever he sees the arrogant and invincible pirate with his own feet, he throws a dog and gnaws on the mud and loses it completely. With a big face, the wretched pirate felt a burst of happiness in his heart.

However, just when the wretched pirate's foot was about to touch Ion, the other foot suddenly stepped on top of the wretched pirate.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and the wretched pirate's calf instantly bends ninety degrees.

The wretched pirate was taken aback for a moment, and then felt the intense pain, struggling to fall to the ground holding his calf and screaming back and forth.

"what!!"

When the pirates around saw it, they burst into laughter.

"That guy is finally planted."

"Interesting, I'm so ridiculous."

"It's okay, Kurt, you have another foot. Remember to continue sitting in that position next time."

…

The pirate named Kurt was even more furious when he heard the harsh laughter, turned his head to look at Ion, and shouted threateningly.

"You are dead, I am a member of the Dough Pirates. You are waiting to be rounded and flattened by our captain..."

But before Kurt finished speaking, Ivankov, who stomped Kurt's calf with one foot, bent over like a chicken, grabbed Kurt's neck and walked out of the tavern.

"Hip-hop, kid, don't be angry, let me treat you."

"Hey, bastard, let me go, let me go..."

Kurt kept struggling, but his resistance would only make Ivankov more excited, speaking in a weird tone.

"Small things are pretty powerful, but don't worry, I'm a doctor, a less formal kind."

Finally, as the door of the tavern closed, Ivan in a gray cloak

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Cove took out the noisy Kurt, and the tavern was quiet again.

To this, Dorag and Ion didn't respond much, and such a small deterrence would reduce unnecessary trouble.

Immediately, Dorag, Ion and Xiong walked directly to the bar and sat down.

The tavern owner who was wiping the glass of wine behind the bar was rather unaccustomed, but he took another look at the size of the bear, which was almost the same as the little giant, and asked.

"Three guests, what to drink?"

"Two glasses of wine and one glass..."

Dorag hesitated, then cast his gaze to Ion.

Ion said helplessly. "Juice bar."

Fruit...juice? !

Not only was the tavern owner stunned, the pirates who were watching Ion and his party consciously or unconsciously were even more sluggish for a few breaths, and then burst into laughter.

"I heard you right? This is Demon Valley Town, where the pirates gather in the sinful place, come to order juice in the tavern?"

"It's so funny, isn't that guy still a minor?"

"Hey hey, kid, let's go home for milk, what juice to drink?"

…

Regarding the unbridled ridicule of the pirates around, Ion didn't take it seriously, but confirmed to the tavernkeeper.

"Is there no juice? I can add money."

Hearing the words "add money", the boss quickly responded and replied. "Yes, as long as you have money, let alone juice, human blood is fine."

Soon after, the boss poured a glass of rum for Dorag and the bear, which is considered the most common rum in the sea, and then went to the back to prepare the juice.

Soon, a glass of orange juice, which was obviously freshly squeezed, was placed in front of Ion.

"tasty."

Ion took off the lower part of the mask, took a sip, and after a compliment, asked. "Boss, do you know the time of the next eruption of the nearby sky-sea current?"

"Huh? Is it soaring into the sky?"

The innkeeper asked. "One hundred thousand Bailey, you can answer."

Upon hearing this, Ion took a pile of Bailey directly from his arms and placed it in front of the tavernkeeper.

Suddenly, the tavernkeeper's smile brightened a lot, and he replied.

"According to the rule of calculation, it will probably be five days later

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It’s five nautical miles to the northwest. If you want to pass, just remember to go around. "

"Go around?"

Ion smiled, but didn't explain that the meaning of looking for the sky and ocean currents was not for avoiding.

After the tavern owner finished speaking, he also directly put out his hand to put away the pile of Bailey, and then said.

"The extra Bailey comes with a piece of information. Kurt is a small figure in the dough pirate group, but the overall strength of the dough pirate group is terrible in the town of Magic Valley. The overall reward is as high as 50 million Baileys. Maybe you will not have the opportunity to see the skyrocketing ocean current."

"Do not worry…"

Ion raised the juice in his hand to the tavernkeeper, took another sip, and said. "We are not good people either."

As Ion's voice fell, a drunken pirate staggered past Ion.

Suddenly, as if the pirate was about to wrestle, the wine glass in his hand shook, and a lot of wine was poured directly into Ion's juice.

Immediately, the pirate said in an extremely undue tone. "Oh, sorry, my hands slipped."

"You guy, deliberately?" Dorrag said with some dissatisfaction upon seeing this.

"Tsk, I did it on purpose, how about it? He is obviously a kid who can't even drink. If he wants to talk big, he hides in his mother's arms..."

However, before the pirate had finished speaking, a shadow suddenly appeared behind him, but the bear's arm was raised high, and then... a slap.

"boom!"

Suddenly, this somewhat dilapidated tavern shook a few times, and the pirate had been pressed deeply into the floor by the bear's palm.

Immediately, Xiong raised his head and asked slowly. "My lord, do you want to kill him?"

"Forget it, just a drunkard..."

Ion waved his hand and said. "Besides, I'm past the age when I need to use alcohol to show my courage. It's a pity for this glass of juice."

Immediately, Ion took the unclean glass of juice directly, and placed it in front of the pirate who had been crushed by the bear on the ground and had at least a dozen fractures.

"Let's go, I really don't like places like taverns very much."

After that, Ion got up straight and walked towards the entrance of the tavern.