Pirate: Invincible from the start

Squeak——!

In the silent alley, an ear-piercing screech sounded.

Standing outside the door of the town's only tavern, Ku Yina gently pushed open the particularly old wooden door and walked in.

There was not a single guest in the dimly lit tavern, and it seemed very quiet.

I can only see a wisp of green smoke rising behind the dark bar, and a little spark behind the green smoke.

When I got closer, it turned out to be a bearded old man, lying on a lounge chair behind the bar, swallowing clouds and mist!

The old man heard the sound of the door opening and did not move.

Having opened a tavern on Prosius Island all his life, he has decided that he will not open it again this year.

After all, people are old, and their sons do not inherit his tavern.

The old man squinted his eyes and smoked comfortably, just like the old man of the landlord's family was lying on the bed smoking a big cigarette.

It wasn't until Kuta sat down on the high stool outside the bar that his eyes opened slightly and glanced lightly.

Boom!

Knock knock!

Knock knock knock!!

......

Kuta's fingers tapped rhythmically on the bar.

He lowered his head and looked through the smoke at the old man inside the bar.

The old man looked like a story, and the breath of years that was all over his body could not be hidden.

"Sir, there are no customers in the store in this big day, why don't you go outside to bask in the sun?" Be careful to sit in the dark for a long time, your body is moldy! With

a pipe in his mouth, the old man stood up unhurriedly, looking at the two of them through the dappled light and shadow shining in from the window.

After he saw Kuta's appearance, he was suddenly stunned.

Then, as if he had found nothing, he spit out a smoke ring and said: "I'm going to be the age of the soil, it's the same whether I'm basking in the sun or not, but you young people, it's amazing." "

Hmm! So, uncle, you know us! Gu

Yina sensed the information in the uncle's words, her face showed doubt, and she looked at the old man and asked.

"I don't know."

"I really don't know?"

Gu Yina stared at the old man tightly, and the meaning of the old man's words just now was clearly to know the two of them.

The old man did not answer Gu Yina.

He first exhaled a large puff of smoke, took the pipe with his left hand, and knocked it at the bar, knocking out the soot in the pipe.

Then he continued to take the pipe, felt the tobacco, stuffed it into it, and re-lit the cigarette.

Only then did he raise his head and watch Gu Yina slowly speak, "The navy who came this morning seems to have talked about you." "

Navy?"

"No, take a look! That's what they fell! The

old man didn't know where to come from, so he inexplicably took out two wanted warrants and placed them on the bar.

Gu Yina quickly took it and looked at it.

"Kutai, it's a bounty order for the two of us!"

"Oh!"

Sora replied faintly.

Obviously, he was not interested in the bounty order, but he was more interested in the old man in front of him.

He stared at the old man, deliberately gloomy face and asked, "Sir, since you know us, aren't you afraid?" "

Know?"

The old man smoked, squinted his eyes, and looked at Kuta in confusion.

"Do I know you?"

Kuta stared at him for a while, a smile on his face, "Yes, you don't know us, how can you possibly know us!"

"What a clever old man."

Apparently this old man is a master of pretending to be confused.

He obviously knew the two of Kuta, but he pretended not to know each other, just didn't want to make trouble for himself.

"Oh yes, uncle."

"I don't know how far this is from 'Rogue Town'."

Kuta looked at the old man and asked.

Their main route was to the town of Rogue and then through the artificial canal on the upside-down mountain to the "Great Route".

If they hadn't gone to the village of Cocosia, they would have been on the "Great Route" by now.

"Roguetown?"

"There is still a day or so to sail!"

"A day's voyage?"

Kuta had an excited look in his eyes.

"So they will soon be able to go to the Great Route."

The East China Sea is a little too boring for them, and there is no challenge at all.

Looking at Kuta's expression, the old man asked unhurriedly.

"So you're going to the Great Route?"

"Hmm!"

"It's not that easy to go there."

A trace of reminiscence flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Oh... It seems that uncle, have you been to the Great Route? "

Kuta knew from the beginning that the old man had a story, and no, the story came.

With a curious look on his face, he quickly asked, "Can you tell us about the experience of the Great Voyage?" The

old man took down his pipe, shook the soot, then took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

"Old man, I haven't been to the Great Route!"

"When I was young, I wanted to go to the Great Voyage, but when I turned the mountain upside down, I couldn't take the artificial canal there, so the ship wrecked and people died."

"If I hadn't been lucky in the end and was saved by the people guarding the lighthouse at Upside Down Mountain, I'm afraid I wouldn't have come back."

Speaking of this, the old man's smoking hand trembled.

It seems that the original experience has made him feel palpitations until now.

"Is it so scary?"

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed on Kuta's face.

"Hmm! It's scary.

The old man took a puff of his cigarette and continued, "There are many ships that go to the great voyage every year, but only half of them can reach the great voyage in the end!"

"The currents of the Upside Down Mountain are not accessible to ordinary ships, and the entrance to the artificial canal is very narrow, and without good navigators, it is impossible to enter."

"Oh!"

Kuta shrugged indifferently, and immediately lost interest in the old man's experience.

He is now only interested in the affairs of the Great Voyage.

As for Upside Down Mountain.

For them, it's like a roller coaster ride at an amusement park.

The old man was too bearish about his experience, and he had an indifferent attitude towards Upside Down Mountain, and he had no desire to continue.

Upside Down Mountain is the road to hell for ordinary people.

For the sea thief in front of him with a reward of 70 million, it may also be a small waterway!

He picked up the wine glass, wiped it, poured a glass of juice for Guina, and poured a glass of wine for Kuta.

The old man has been running a tavern for so many years, who can drink and who cannot, you can see at a glance.

"Thank you, uncle."

Gu Yina took the juice and thanked her.

He really doesn't like wine very much.

And Kuta is different.

He picked up his glass and took a small sip, first nodding, then shaking his head.

The old man saw Kuta's movements and asked curiously, "Boy, what's wrong?"

"Wine is good wine, it just isn't strong enough."

"Lie?"

"Hmm!"

"I don't like to drink alcohol that is too low, it doesn't feel tasteful."

"Oh! Is that so! The

old man asked with his pipe in his left hand and squinting at Kuta.

"Oh! By the way, you guys coming to my shabby tavern won't be chatting with this old man of mine!

"Of course not!"

Kuta took out his wine gourd, put it on the bar, pushed it in front of the old man and said with a smile.

"We're just here to make a drink, and trouble Uncle to fill me with the best and strongest wine you have here."

"Filled?"

The old man took the wine gourd and slammed it in his hand.

"The best wine, it's not cheap to fill up!"

"Don't worry, it's not bad money."

Kuta waved his hand at him.

"Yes, how can you be poor in money."

The old man shook his head, first suddenly realized, and then resumed his confused expression.

I'm just an old man who is going to be buried in the soil, and I don't know anything.

He took the gourd and put it on the bar, and from the cabinet under the wine cabinet in the back, he fumbled to take out a small jar.

It can be seen that this wine jar should not have been touched for a long time, and the stopper on it and the top half of the bottle are covered with a thin layer of dust.

The old man picked up the table kerchief and wiped the dust as he introduced, "This wine! Only this small altar can be brewed every year.

"You made it yourself!"

Kuta saw that there was no label on the wine jar and asked.

"I used to brew."

"Before?"

"Yes, it was before, now I can only look at the bar, as for the work of brewing, it has long been handed over to my son."

After the old man wiped it, he gently pulled off the wine stopper, and a strong aroma of wine came to his nose.

Smelling the wine, Kuta did not speak, his eyes were tightly fixed on the wine altar in the old man's hand.

"No wonder you can only brew such a small altar a year, just smell the wine, you know that it must be good wine."

The old man put down his pipe, took out a funnel from behind, and stuck it in the mouth of the wine gourd.

Then raise the altar high.

I saw a blue, transparent amber-like liquor that sloped down from the wine jar and slowly flowed into the wine gourd.

Kuta looked at the liquor that seemed to be shining with blue light, and involuntarily swallowed his saliva.

He had never seen such a beautiful wine.

After pouring out the wine in the wine altar, the old man reflexively placed the empty wine altar on the wine cabinet in the rear.

Only then did he turn around and take the stopper of the wine gourd and plug it, and push the gourd in front of Kutai.

"Guest, your wine."

Then the old man picked up his pipe again, leaned against the bar and smoked it.

Kuta took the wine gourd in front of him and shook it.

Well! Just full of gourds.

He hung the wine gourd back on his waist, looked at the old man and smiled: "Uncle, since the wine has already been prepared, why don't you say the price!"

The old man pondered for a while before he spoke, "My wine money is..."

"Huh?"