My friends are all pirates

"You're welcome, friend, and I'm not an aristocrat." The middle-aged ship owner waved his hand, "I'm relying on friends outside, I think you are all old sailors, and it's fate to meet, why don't we have a drink together?"

As he spoke, his gaze bypassed Henry and landed on Ashred in the crowd.

An accomplished swordsman, he could recognize Asherid as his kind.

Those who use swords with swords are not necessarily swordsmen.

It gave him something else to think about.

He is the kind of captain with absolute power, what he needs is a capable subordinate, not a companion.

So he only recruits newcomers who are formative.

He believed that, compared to that pitiful sloop, the offer from his side would be hard for this young man to refuse, not to mention that he was also a swordsman, and he hoped to be treated like his own kind in this vast sea. together.

He didn't think his business would be an obstacle either. A real swordsman's morality is different from that of ordinary people, and he is more inclined to his own likes and dislikes. It is not troublesome to eliminate the fragile moral cleanliness in the heart of a young man who doesn't know the world. .

This world is a hell, and evil spirits are rampant. If you want to be a human, you must first become an even worse ghost.

"You don't look like poor people like us," said Henry.

He is a little passive now, the level of armed force and the number of people in this group are beyond expectations, in fact, there is no big problem, just get along, but the middle-aged ship owner did not know where he took the wrong medicine and wanted to drink with him.

"We are not as rich as you. To be honest, there are no extra expenses now." Henry showed a embarrassed look.

The middle-aged ship owner looked at Henry's appearance and knew it well, so he said, "I invited you, so you don't have to worry about money, but..."

The middle-aged ship owner glanced in the direction of the town, and this time he showed an undisguised look of disgust, "Change to another place, go out to sea, and treat yourself better if you can."

After speaking, he turned around and walked in the direction he came from.

His men got out of the way, and then stared at Henry and the others.

Henry thought about it, and finally felt that this was also an opportunity to observe nearby. He nodded at everyone and followed.

There are still half of the people on board, as long as the time is not long, there is no need to worry.

The two groups of people walked all the way in the snow with clear distinctions. Asherid looked ahead. He felt that this group of people was only one—well-trained.

This is a group of professional thugs, not for fun, and most likely they have had military experience.

It is very troublesome to start a film with such a group of people at sea.

Although the One Piece era had the navy as a forerunner who was about to step into the era of ironclad ships, including the navy, it was generally the style of play in the early days of the Blue Star Great Voyage era. To put it bluntly, everyone was the army on the ship, and the two sides moved closer together on the deck of the ship. The confrontation, hardcore hedging like bumper cars, depends on who wins.

There is no such exaggerated stand of the strong who will die, it depends on who has more people and better tactical organization.

But it was the middle-aged ship owner who caught Ashred's attention the most.

I didn't notice it at first glance, but after observing closely, many subconscious habitual actions of the other party showed that this was a serious swordsman, and he was also the first swordsman that Asherid saw in the world of One Piece. , can only be regarded as holding a sword and making movies with people.

A captain with the identity of a genuine swordsman, a marine corps composed of a group of veterans.

The crowd walked for a while, and gradually moved away from the pier and the town. Asherid looked into the distance. This direction seemed to be facing a flat-topped mountain.

But at this moment, the team in front also slowed down, and a building that looked like a hotel appeared in the snow.

In this vast expanse of white land, such a building is quite abrupt.

The captain went to the door and knocked with his cane.

The door of the house opened, and a staff member stood at the door. He showed a little surprised expression when he saw the owner of the ship.

Then it quickly dodges away.

A group of people filed in.

As soon as Yasherid entered the door, the hot air rushed towards his face. What he saw was a very delicately decorated lobby. At first glance, he almost thought he had entered the Blue Star Hotel.

It's a stark contrast to the taverns in town.

Not to mention heaven and earth, but also the difference between cloud and mud.

The difference between existence and life is shown in front of Al Sherid in a very intuitive form.

Sighing secretly in his heart, Asherid didn't stop, and walked in neatly.

In contrast, the rest of the Crew of the Wonder was not as calm as he was.

In the world of One Piece, under normal circumstances, classes are solidified, where one eats, one represents one's class, and the Yisera people have never crossed their own class.

Without middle-aged ship owners, they cannot enter such a place except by violent means.

In this world, the easiest places to cross classes are the navy and pirates, but the barrier called "talent" is particularly cruel among these two groups.

The middle-aged captain saw the performance of everyone on the Imagination, and the corners of his mouth curled up, everything was as he expected.

That young man was indeed a true swordsman.

Only the swordsmen, a group whose brain circuits are not in the same channel as ordinary people, are completely unaffected by the hierarchical view woven by Mary Joya and the alliance.

He has seen too many pretentious people who shouted for freedom, but their minds have been completely reformed by this system.

Even though he was a slave trader and tried his best to do evil, he didn't look down on these people at all, and the anger of these people only came from envy.

The owner waved to the staff, who came over respectfully.

"Baron Belize, please order."

"Set a table for my friends with the best wine and food, and besides..." Said the owner named Belize, "We don't sit in the lobby, arrange a more private place for us."

Chapter 14 Wasn't it always for the blacksmith?

"Okay, Baron Belize." The staff member bowed and left lightly.

After a while, a group of well-dressed waitresses appeared in the hall, first saluted everyone, and then led them into the side door.

After passing through a long corridor, everyone entered a restaurant with large rectangular tables and gorgeous decorations.

When Alsherid was still in Blue Star, he was a day-to-day worker. To be honest, as far as the design of this area is concerned, the decoration level here can only be called average.

As for the waitresses, they are beautiful, but there is one thing to say, they patronize Lu, and the design is inferior.

So his heart is very calm, and he is not moved by the scenery in front of him like his companions.

However, when a female waitress stepped forward to remove his coat, he immediately grabbed the hilt of the sword.

"Thank you," he said, "I'll just do it myself."

The waitress looked stunned, she always only encountered different licking gestures, and anyone who didn't designate her to exercise after dinner was considered a real gentleman here.

"This young man is a swordsman. If you don't want to be beheaded, don't touch him at will."

Belize had already sat on the main seat. He smiled at Asherid, pointed to the seat next to him, and said, "It's a blessing to meet the same kind at sea, young man, let's have a drink together."

Ashred grumbled in his heart, then looked at Henry.

The meaning is very clear.

Boss, can we fix it?

Henry, who saw Asherid's eyes, wrote a cursive directly in his heart.

Only after hearing Belize's words did he realize that Ashred, who he had watched and grown up with since he was a child, had quietly found a new profession, a swordsman.

There are countless people playing with swords and swords in this world, but there are really only a small group of people who can be called swordsmen. The most famous of these people is that their heads are not normal, and they even cut themselves off when they go crazy.

A swordsman's friend is not necessarily a swordsman, but the real enemy in their mind must be another swordsman.

But everyone still likes to partner with swordsmen. As we all know, it is the traditional virtues of swordsmen to be the first iron and to help relatives and not to help.

But... hasn't it always belonged to the blacksmith?

"Asherid, so you are a swordsman. I heard that it is not easy for you to meet the same kind in your profession." Henry kept winking at Asherid.

He is not the kind of powerful captain, and even if he is, he should be more polite when facing a swordsman.

Asherid is a real one of his own. If he is really a swordsman, then the Brotherhood of the Coast has found a treasure.

As for Asherid, he saw that Henry had no objection to this, so he walked to the seat next to Belize and sat down.

The others also sat down separately, but there was a clear distinction between them.

Belize's subordinates were all sitting on the left side of him. These people did not speak after sitting down, and they were all very quiet.

Asherid felt more and more that this group of people didn't look like mercenaries.

Not long after, the door opened, and a group of waiters came in with food and wine. The previous waitresses took these from their colleagues and put them in front of the guests.

Asherid looked at the utensils placed in front of him, they were all exquisitely made.

"Everyone, you're welcome." Belize's cane thumped on the floor, "Wine, food, women, you can find everything here, and I'll charge it to my account."

The last sentence, he said to the waiter leader on the side.

The team leader is a broad-minded woman, she nodded with a smile to express acceptance.

Belize has said so, of course Henry and others will not be polite, and those who are polite will stay on the shore.

The scene quickly became lively, and Belize's subordinates began to look like normal mercenaries in such an atmosphere.

Asherid picked up the silver-rimmed wine glass on the table—it was a bit big, and it was too obvious to use this thing to hold wine.

"Come on, have a drink first." Belize's voice came from the side, and he also raised his glass.

Ashred clinked his glass with him, and drank it down.

Fade out the bird, and it's still sweet.

"Wine and women are indispensable to people like us." Belize seemed to be reminiscing. "But some people think that women only affect the speed of their swords. You think so too, right?"

Ashred: "???"

"Don't pretend to me, you don't have that desire in your eyes," Belize said. "I'm familiar with this, so I'm curious."

Ah Sherid was less interested in Belize's curiosity than in his title.

"...Mr. Belize, they call you Baron, why are you suddenly interested in drinking with ordinary sailors?"

"This country sells some baronet titles every few years, and I also buy them, which is convenient for business." Belize didn't care about his title, and he continued, "I really don't want to be with ordinary sailors. Drinking, but you're not, so it's fine."

The sound of eating meat and drinking wine in the restaurant seems to be a little quieter.

Belize continued: "These are not important anymore. You should have felt it since you went to sea. A swordsman can only improve if he is with a swordsman."

I don't feel that way, thank you.

And I am not a swordsman like you at all.

Ashred kept a polite smile.

"Excellent swordsmen will want to verify each other's strength when they see each other. I am very interested in your swordsmanship." Belize continued to beep.

Ah Sherid finally knew what he was going to do.

I want to fencing to be frank, it’s such a big bend.

"You're welcome, I also want to see your sword skills, Baron."

Belize suddenly smiled.

The next step is to simply drink and eat meat, and the restaurant gradually becomes a place where everyone goes wild and changes jobs to ghosts and ghosts.

Belize and Yasherid were the only ones who had no one to bother them. After all, everyone heard the conversation between these two people, and it was as if the air-conditioning was turned on around them.

They didn't talk much, just ate and occasionally clinked wine glasses.

The hormones on the spot were too strong, and the two got up at the same time.

"Go out for a walk?"

"it is good."

After a concise conversation, Belize and Yasherid left their seats and left the restaurant.

They walked all the way through the corridor, through the lobby, and out of the hotel.

As soon as they left the store, they stepped into the white world again. Snowflakes hit the two of them amidst the whining sound, and the wind was blowing again outside.

Belize pressed the brim of his hat and glanced at Ashred.

"Does it matter?"

"No, don't worry."

Ashred was telling the truth.