Pirates: Hungry Ghost

Chapter 64 Sweating
"The old man really speaks his mind, and he is worthy of the name of the Four Emperors."

Rotes gave a thumbs up to express his exclamation. He was very happy to see Marco's unhappy face.

It's nothing to tell this melon guy to slander him in front of Joz, it's really exhausting them.

"Woo la la, Rotes brat, I want to see how much you can drink."

Whitebeard leaned against the chair, his face full of jokes. There was not much else on board the Moby Dick, except that there was a lot of wine. Whitebeard had been drinking all his life, so how could there be less wine on board.

At this moment, let Rotes open his eyes and see how much good wine he has on board.

"Hahaha, old man."

"I am an honest person. If I refuse others without understanding, I will definitely finish the wine you give me."

Rotes was very happy. Now that he had some wine, he was still able to drink enough. This time, he wanted to show White Beard what it means to "not get drunk after a thousand glasses".

"Woo la la, then you have to catch it."

Whitebeard looked at Rotes out of the corner of his eyes, his tone was full of disdain, who was Whitebeard afraid of drinking, the young junior dared to show off in front of him.

While the two were talking, buckets of wine had begun to appear on the deck, and it wasn't long before Marco came over.

"Father, the deck is full, and the rest of the wine is still in the cabin."

Marco walked up to Whitebeard and said, this time he asked people to move all the wine to the deck, but because the Moby Dick had too much wine, the deck couldn't fit.

"Woo la la, good job, Marco."

White Beard smiled proudly, besides his lovely family and the ship on this ship, these drinks were his only favorites.

"White Beard, you have a lot of wine on board."

Garp looked at the drinks on the deck, his face was full of surprise, the other pirates were all gold, silver and Bailey treasures, but the white beard was better, they were all drinks.

"Woo la la, these are my fate."

White Beard greedily inhaled the scent of wine in the air, his face was full of intoxication, these wines were all his healing medicine, without them, his White Beard's life would be dead.

"Then I'm afraid you will have to confess your fate here today."

A strange look appeared on Garp's face. This white beard is really addicted to alcohol. I only knew that this guy was good at alcohol before, but I didn't expect to become addicted to alcohol after not seeing him for so many years.

Garp glanced over White Beard, looked at Rotes who was already panting heavily in his nostrils, and felt that White Beard might lose his life today. After all, Rotes was in such an excited state that even he could not Haven't seen it.

"Good wine, really good wine."

"Haha, labor and capital are all required, what a charming little fairy."

Luo Tesi's eyes were shining, his saliva was dripping down, his face was very flushed, his nostrils and throat were panting heavily, and he looked excited and couldn't control himself. He hadn't heard such a heart-pounding feeling for a long time. The wine is fragrant.

Back then, when he secretly drank the wine brewed by Uncle Kemisil in the village, the aroma and taste still made him unforgettable. Now the aroma of the wine wafting in the air reminded him of the barrel of wine.

Rotes looked at the wine barrels all over the deck, almost unable to bear the desire to find out the wine that reminded him of his memories from the dense wine barrels.

"Woo la la, little brat Rotes didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable..."

"However, this is Laozi's wine. You can drink as much as you can. Don't even think about taking it with you. This is Laozi's order."

White Beard was a little surprised that Rotes knew how to drink, but he understood.Don't even think about taking away his good wine, it's something he has accumulated over the years, and he is reluctant to give it away.

"It's all right, old man."

"I, Luo Tesi, am an honest man. Since you said that you can't take it away, I won't take it away. I want to deal with these annoying little goblins here."

Rotes wiped his saliva, trying to control his emotions, so as not to expose his intentions too clearly, but these wines are still too tempting, and he can hardly move his eyes away.

"Woo la la, then what are you waiting for, Rotus brat."

Whitebeard waved his hand and let Rotes go to the deck to find his favorite wine.

"Isn't something going to happen to Dad, I always feel a little uneasy, Marco."

Joz looked worriedly at Rotes, who was jumping up and down. He always felt that something happened to his father so generously letting Rotes choose the reception.

"You think it's a bad thing we don't have alcohol on board? Joz."

Marco rolled the dead fish's eyes, and asked with a flat face. The lack of alcohol on board should be more beneficial than harmful to them. After all, Dad's physical condition does not allow such alcoholism.

"It seems not."

Joz scratched his head and felt that there was no alcohol on board, which seemed to be a good thing. After all, the only person on the boat who really had to drink every day was the old man, but the old man's current body could not be drunk from a doctor's point of view, but They can't persuade the old man, so at present, running out of alcohol seems to be the best way to quit drinking.

"That's fine, let's just watch."

Marco narrowed his eyes slightly, folded his hands on his chest, leaned against the railing, and watched the development of the situation quietly.

"Ok."

Joz nodded and imitated Marco, waiting for the development of the situation.

"Grandpa with a white beard, it's too late to meet a bosom friend when you come to drink. I'll respect you for another bucket."

Rotes held the barrel high and shouted loudly, then suffocated the whole barrel of wine in one gulp, and after a barrel of wine, Rotes' dry hair began to become wet, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

"Woo la la, Rotes brat, what's the matter with you, you sweat so much drinking with me, you must be scared by me, right?"

The white beard laughed and stared curiously at the sweating Rotes. He has been in the sea for so many years, and he has never heard of anyone who sweats like this when he drinks alcohol.

"This is a natural reaction of the body, and there is nothing I can do about it."

Rotes spread his hands, as if he couldn't do anything about it, but the truth was that he used his life to drain the excess water in the wine, lest he couldn't hold so much in his stomach.

After all, food can bring him more energy, but alcohol is a little less in comparison. In order to absorb more energy, Rotes has to empty his stomach as much as possible.

Therefore, Rotes thought of sweating to cover up people's eyes and ears. After all, if he drained water in a normal way, he would have to sweat for a long time.

"Woo la la, what a strange brat."

White Beard didn't think too much about it. After all, this person in the sea is very strange, and it doesn't matter if one more person sweats after drinking.

In fact, the most important thing is that Whitebeard did not smell the wine from the sweat left by Rotes, otherwise, Whitebeard might hammer Rotes to death. After all, Whitebeard will not tolerate a person who wastes his good wine. Son of a guy.

"Interesting, hahaha."

Garp pinched his nostrils, his face was full of smiles, and he looked at Rotes with a little appreciation. Rotes would sweat when he drank, which is why Rotes never said it on the warship, nor did he show it. , Now it’s only when Whitebeard appears here that he shows it. Isn’t it obvious that he wants to shade Whitebeard? Karp feels that he has not wasted his efforts to train Rotes for Rotes.

(End of this chapter)