I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

Riding on Moria, he was still addicted to drawing cards, and he couldn't help asking Shiliu, who was also a swordsman: "Can you explain briefly? The situation in front of you is really unbearable."

The Sword Demon picked up a cigar and explained to the other party: "With the prisoner in the big prison as a bet, Moriah will draw the shadow of the other party. The first and second floors are [common], the third and fourth floors are [rare], and the fifth floor is [rare]." 【epic】"

Mihawk stared at the other party deeply, and asked forcefully: "Most ordinary people only know that there are five floors in the big prison, Shiliu, don't half-talk."

"The sixth floor is—[Legend]" the murderer exhaled smoke rings, reluctantly said.

"..." Hawkeye fell into deep thought. He still didn't quite understand the rules of the game, but there was no doubt about one thing.

This is the method by which the Navy is supposed to control the prisoners at Imperton Gaol.

Moria was revealed to have the weird ability to control zombies in [Battle of the Five Armies]. Although I don't know how smooth it is, this colleague kneeling towards the tablet is by no means as simple as it seems.

"Ah la la, I'm sorry for being late, I just lifted the prisoners from the prison ship into Vinsmoke's sea floor stone dungeon, where Mr. Zefa is guarding." Kuzan said slowly from the loud voice. came from the door.

The user with the ability to freeze fruit swayed three times, drooping his eyelids as if he was about to enter a dream again.

Moria jumped up from the ground and handed the tablet to the admiral.

"Please help.."

"The [-]th company assigned to you has been drawn, and it's my turn." Sakaski's voice broke out halfway, and directly suppressed Moria's request.

Seeing that the legendary lucky person is close at hand, how could Moriah let it go.He shook the tablet in his hand and argued to Sakalski: "No, I still have one left, 901 haven't been fully distributed yet."

"Tsk..." Sakarski pretended to be calm, waved his hand indifferently and agreed, "Let him smoke first."

[Ridiculous! It’s just a coupon, the probability of ten consecutive times will be a bit higher, this is a well-known fact. ] Sakaski quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind. He is an expert in probability in the library of the headquarters. [Because of the huge number of prisoners in the first five floors of Pelton, the probability of trying to single out the goods is like finding a needle in a haystack. 】

"Wow! The sixth floor of the legend!" Uncle Garp's thick voice sounded again, and it really exploded in Sakaski's ears.

Mr. Sa's calm expression froze.

282. Mystery Can't Save You

[Are you... just kidding,] Sakalski slowly turned his head and glanced at Kuzan's legs sullenly—this look was exactly the same as Shileu's before.

A certain European lazy seal lost all sleep in an instant, and suddenly the sleeping bear woke up the admiral with a dazed look on his face.

He stared innocently at the source of hostility that was concentrating his evil thoughts on his legs——Senior Brother Vicious Dog with an expressionless face.

"Uh...uh, what did I want to say, well, I forgot." Kuzan's brain short-circuited when he got to his mouth. After thinking for a while, he still couldn't remember what he wanted to say to his brother, so he handed the tablet to Sakaski.

Ignoring Moria's strange twitching like epileptic seizures and smirk from ear to ear, Sakaski took a closer look before he got the legendary sixth floor: "It really made you draw a Crackers?"

His eyes wandered between ten consecutive draws and single draws, hesitating.

Just now, that bastard seal of Kuzan succeeded in a single draw. It doesn't make sense that he is also an admiral, and his probability of [-] draws is lower than that of one draw.

[Isn't it just a god who smokes dogs? ] Sakaski, who once believed in science, finally turned to metaphysics under the cruel blow of reality. [He is a "red dog" who can resist and fight. If you talk about dogs, you should be the one who fights a little bit. 】

"Ordinary floor, ordinary floor,..."

Karp's loud voice continued to sound on the tablet, and the other generals maintained a Buddhist attitude, because Mr. Sa's move was worse than Moriah's.

All [Normal tier], because they are not [Ten consecutive], there is not even a consolation prize of [Rare].

Shiliu picked up the red wine on the long table and poured it into the goblet, swirling the scarlet wine in the glass and began to taste it.

Because the best drinking temperature of wine is around 18 degrees Celsius, he held the slender stem of the glass with one hand to avoid direct contact with the glass body, which would affect the flavor of the red wine.

The deputy head of the army sniffed the fine wine of a suitable age intoxicatedly, and casually comforted his gloomy boss: "If you change to mahjong—[Qingyise], you can surely win Qingzhi."

"Dalmesia, come!" Obviously, Shiliu's consolation had the opposite effect to some extent.

Apparently somewhat annoyed, General Sa sent an invitation to another "dog" creature within the expeditionary force.

"Rare three floors,,, wow, legendary six floors!" The fruit of the dog dog - the Dalmatians-type ability person lived up to expectations, and successfully raised the face of the canine race on his own.

Moriah's strange face, which was as pale as a bed sheet, now had an almost sickly blush, and he grasped the hands of the vice admiral: "If you are on a mission in the future, if you need support, just call me it is good!"

[Hmph, people can't win against dogs, Kuzan!] Mr. Sa smiled proudly at his younger brother, as if he had forgotten that the other party only drew goods based on a single order.

"Dauberman, come here." Seeing that the bastard Kuzan began to doze off again, Sakaski handed the tablet to Pitbull.

"Epic five-tier dress, rare four-tier, wow, golden epic!"

The shadow of the Red Earl grabbed Moria, who was almost in the sky, and the other party muttered: "Jinzi, a special and powerful prisoner specially selected on the fifth floor, no loss, basically a legend! my waste dog[?fy ???] You let me go, I'm not crazy!"

After drinking a glass of fine wine, Shiryu of the Rain began to enjoy his holiday life and took out two top-quality cigars produced in Xihai from his coat pocket.

Throwing one of them to Sakalski, Shiliu laughed straight away: "Heh, these little bastards are quite competitive."

"That's natural. The legion has a strong sense of collective honor." Sakaski narrowed his eyes and calmly compiled this individual activity into a collective project.

It seemed that Mr. Sa’s calling rules had been broken. Dauberman was about to hand the tablet card reader to the silver fur fox beside him when he suddenly remembered something and hesitated: “Lindeman, are you still following the old rules?”

Because the master spy seemed to seldom participate in such lottery activities, and directly returned all the opportunities to Sakalski.

"Old rules, necessary." Before being stared at by the [Polluter] all over, [Fraudster] nodded again and again: "Luck has to be accumulated, if you are very proud of drawing cards, you will often lose your character on the battlefield. "

This can be called his experience, escaped from Kaido's hands, and happened to harvest the transparent fruit, except for part of his own psychological quality and adaptability, it really is mostly luck.

Two years ago, he helped Moria draw ten consecutive rounds, all of which were on the fifth floor of the epic. As a result, when he went to the country of giant elephants [Zowu] to investigate information, he was almost detected by a strange cat with extremely keen five senses.

If he hadn't escaped fast enough, he might have been scratched into a dead fox on the spot.

Lindeman handed the tablet back to his boss directly: "I usually have to lead the team to perform the wild hunting of the centurion, so I can use it less if I want to. I don't want to help Shichibukai draw a bunch of legends, and then Death to the new world."