A Day in the Pirate World

It's the most comfortable to let go of the shopkeeper or something.

Ahem, of course this is not the main purpose. The main purpose is to allow Smoker, a friend who doesn't know each other to fight, to quickly improve his strength.

"Then it's settled."

Mawson raised his glass and clinked it with Smoker, drank the wine in the glass, and then raised his hand to signal the waiter.

"Two more glasses of Grass draft beer."

After Mo Sen finished speaking, he said to Smoker, "I treat you this meal!"

Smoker showed a vigilant expression, looked at Mo Sen and said, "I always feel that you have no good intentions. You must not have any bad ideas."

"Punish yourself for a cup, wait a minute, you are the first friend I made in this department, am I like that?"

Mo Sen looked at Smoker in disbelief, and spoke in a tone of great grievance.

"You're not like that, because you are!" Smoker disagreed.

In fact, he himself also has this kind of thinking. Recently, Mo Sen has become prosperous in the New World. The key is that, as he said, his strength can only be improved rapidly in such a place when he fights against powerful pirates.

During this period of time, he has already felt that his strength is slowly improving.

After mastering the armed color, there were indeed very few pirates that could pose a threat to him in the first half.

"Smog, you've changed. I didn't expect me to have such an image in your heart. It's in vain that I kindly treat you to this meal, and even try to give you a hand."

Mo Sen looked at Smoker with a resentful expression, which made his scalp tingle.

It's not Smoker's fault, it's Mawson's face that is too lethal.

Smoker's body shook, and he quickly kicked out the thoughts he shouldn't have.

"Using your words, you are a well-known dirt trench. A meal is nothing more than a trivial matter to you. I can't compare to you. Even drinking is cheap black rum."

"Pull it down, if you didn't spend all your money on your damn cigars, you wouldn't be in such a miserable situation. You don't even understand the fact that smoking is harmful to your health." Mo Sen complained.

"Oh, I forgot that you are a smoker, it won't affect you."

"If you can't smoke, what's the fun in life?" Smoker didn't care about Moxon's words.

It was his only hobby besides his own locomotive.

Although it does cost a bit.

"as long as you are happy."

When the wine was served, he clinked glasses with Smoker.

"It just so happens that there is nothing to do in the afternoon, why don't you go to discuss it?"

Smoker looked at Mosen, his heart fluttered for a moment, and then he thought of Mosen's bad character, so he quickly dismissed this thought.

This guy must want to take the opportunity to show off his strength, and he can beat himself up by the way.

He didn't want people to be beaten black and swollen in the headquarters. Did he honestly say that hunters don't want to lose face?

"No, I have something to do this afternoon."

"Huh? This is really a pity."

Mo Sen's face showed the expression of your loss.

You are sorry fart!

There are a few black lines on Smoker's forehead, so you know that you have no good intentions in this discussion.

Give up, I won't be fooled.

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I would have my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch.

Mo Sen felt that his kindness was not understood by Smoker. Was he the kind of person who wanted to show off his strength and take the opportunity to make trouble?

Really, I obviously want Smoker to see the current gap in strength, so that I can be more determined, understand the gap, and catch up bravely.

A good intention was let down.

After all, this discussion failed to take place. Mo Sen really didn't have any plans for the afternoon. Thinking about it, he hadn't been to the new barracks for a while, so he just happened to see Teacher Zefa.

By the way, I happen to have some free time these days, so I can educate this year's recruits openly and aboveboard.

It can also be regarded as fulfilling the responsibility of the predecessors.

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In the evening, Winster finally came home from school.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a very familiar figure that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Winster, who had already begun to develop, was nearly [-] meters tall, and his face was more like his mother Meri, but he was actually handsome, except for his expressionless face.

Seeing Mo Sen who was busy in the living room, a gleam of joy flashed in Winster's eyes, and then disappeared again.

"You're back."