Chapter 44 Wine and Stories

No matter the double-tube spray or the rate of fire, they are not as happy as burning, burning, burning.

"This is really—so wonderful. I can't wait to have a barbecue party with the fish people!"

Ron looked at the blue and white painted shotgun in his hand and subconsciously smiled happily.

The lottery just now also included a thick firearms manual and a crystal lookout glass. The former can just strengthen Ron's familiarity with thermal weapons.

Although I can only fumble by myself, it is better than not knowing anything at all.

However, I still need to add the silver sand eagle bullets and dragon breath bullets in the future. Hot weapons are strong and consume bullets at a terrifying rate.

The only way to obtain it is through lottery.

rather say,

In the context of One Piece's era, if he wants to produce and sell his own products, that is unless he creates a bullet production chain.

"It's another good harvest. When the subsequent 30 million beli comes in, we can draw another big sum."

Ron stretched and put away the two weapons.

Then he took Erguotou to the treasure room, where Sauron was responsible for guarding.

I just wanted to treat him to a drink.

After leaving Zaku's bedroom, Ron carried two boxes of wine and went straight to the treasure room guarded by Sauron.

Of course, Zoro was surprised and surprised.

"You come here so late to ask for a drink? Won't it delay the next thing?"

Sauron is still very responsible under normal circumstances, but he first exclaimed when he discovered the wine that Ron brought.

"Oh! Wine!"

At that moment, Zoro's eyes seemed to light up, and he immediately changed his explanation: "Actually, I have a good capacity for drinking. It's okay to drink a little."

"Drink, you are the one who is drunk, not me. I don't drink."

Ron opened a bottle of Erguotou in a funny way, then handed it to Zoro and watched him drink it.

"Ha-! Wine!"

Zoro was overjoyed and took another sip. In the blink of an eye, half of the bottle was missing.

"Of course, this is Erguotou." Ron nodded with satisfaction.

A time traveler.

Most of us have a sense of superiority about our hometown. Of course, we will feel happy if our products are well received in other places.

"Although I don't know how famous the Erguotou you mentioned is in your hometown, it is indeed a fine wine."

Zoro looked at the fragrant wine in the transparent bottle with a slight regret: "It's a pity that I can't go there to have a good drink, but can you tell me the name of your hometown? Maybe I can have a drink when I am lucky enough to pass by. "

Although Ron brought two boxes, to be honest, two boxes were just a little drunk for him.

And rather than letting the other party use his demonic power to conjure fine wine, it would be better for him to go and have a drink himself.

"I'm sorry, there's no point in telling you. The wine you want won't be there."

Ron sighed.

His real hometown is so far away that no one can reach it despite all the time.

"I see, it looks like I need to cherish them more."

Zoro seemed to understand something, with a look of confusion on his face.

He probably thought that Ron was brewing wine before he escaped, so he said that good wine would not appear in his hometown after he left.

Although this young green algae head is still arrogant and careless, he is unexpectedly considerate in some aspects.

"Not entirely. If you use demonic abilities, you only need to spend money." Ron smiled.

"So."

Sauron sat down cross-legged, leaning against the treasure chest and looking at Ron: "I've drank the wine, where is your story?"

Calmly judge the development of the situation when things are still unclear.

This is Sauron's own style of doing things. It may seem unkind, but it is a very useful principle.

So, he sat here listening to Ron's story.

Because this is his employer, he needs to know the other person's past and the extent of what he might have done.

If it is something you cannot accept, such as robbing civilians.

Sauron would refuse to fulfill the original agreement.

There is no limit to repaying kindness. If you want to let yourself do things that ravage civilians, you might as well let him give his life back.

"Story? In fact, there is nothing to tell, it's just the death of a poor man."

Ron told the story of his predecessor in a very calm tone.

Not a wealthy but decent family, harmonious family relationships, and a boy who grew up happily.

When he was young, he fell in love with an orange-haired girl from the same village, but was often teased by her and his sister.

Regardless, it was a good childhood.

Until the arrival of the fish-men, violence destroyed everything Keya loved, and his parents died of overwork because they were desperately trying to make money.

Keya, who was still a child, took the risk and stole the boat, and relied on incredible luck to reach the island where the 16th branch of the navy was located.

Finally, with the help of his cousin, he gained a foothold and even became wealthy.

But also because of the death of his cousin, Keya was tracked by the fish-man, and the shadow of the past once again entangled him and forced him into a dilemma.

When asking others to repay the money to no avail, loan sharking came about.

Then he committed suicide because he couldn't pay back the money and felt despair about the future.

"So, he died that night, and another person stood up in the pool of blood."

Ron's face was calm and calm, as if he was telling a true story from the perspective of a bystander.

"In the end, he killed the loan sharks who came to collect debts and the bastards who helped him.

As a result, there was an insulting reward of one hundred Baileys. "

"That's it."

Zoro picked up the bottle and drank it to the end. After putting his hand down, he looked at Ron with complicated eyes.

He can probably understand why Ron always likes to call himself a good person. He is determined to let go of the past and no longer be a weakling who is ravaged and bullied.

But he doesn't want to degenerate into someone he hates, so he always restrains himself by claiming to be a good person.

certainly,

If Ron heard his thoughts, he would probably laugh first, then become silent and then become enlightened.

After all, except for letting go of the past, everything else is correct.

Ron doesn't think he's a good person, but he doesn't want to become a scum like Zhuo Wu either.

"So, what do you want to do next? Or rather, what are we going to do."

Zoro reopened a bottle of Erguotou, took a sip and asked Ron.

Now that you know your employer's past, you are sure that the other party is not your enemy.

Then it’s time to fulfill your responsibilities well.

Sauron never breaks his promise to others - except for force majeure!

As for what force majeure is, everyone knows it.

"I am actually very understanding and a fair person, so I like to retaliate with tooth for tooth and blood for blood. And just like what happened in that story, all tragedies have one source - the fishman!"

Ron's eyes were as cold as a knife: "Since they killed 'him', then to be fair, it's up to me to kill them!"

"I understand, I really want to see those fishmen who enslave humans."

Zoro emptied another bottle and put the empty bottle in the box with a curious look on his face: "Speaking of which, do those fishmen look like mermaids? They are the ones in the story."

In fact, what he asked about was something that all humans would be curious about: mermaids.

"No, they just look like humans with fish characteristics. They are very ugly. Just looking at them makes me want to stab them."

Ron ruthlessly crushed Sauron's curiosity.